This will be my first game of thrones fanfic and will correspond with the tv series but will also contain some details from the book. The story will be OC Centric and slightly AAU and it will show the story line from the perspective of Addam Caron my OC.

There will be a lot of time skips as this is only the beginning of the story so it is mainly a character build up for house Caron and Addam.

Chapter 1 - Addam Caron

Spring 282 AC

Lord Bryen Caron held his wife's hands in his, laying a gentle kiss upon her forehead.

"He's perfect my love" he whispered into her ear as he stroked her silver, almost light blonde, hair. "Another boy, he'll grow up to be a mighty warrior" Lady Jena Caron responded with a tired smile gracing her lips as she looked up at her beloved. "What will we name him?" Lord Caron asked, as his wife's smile seemed to grow before she responded "Addam, Addam of house Caron" Lord Caron nodded in approval as he stroked the babe's small brown locks. The child was tanned with luscious caramel skin that he inherited from his mother. As he lay a hand on the cheek of the babe it's small eyes opened, his violet orbs stared up at his father before he started to laugh a cute gumless smile which sent both his parents into a rounds of laughter.

287 AC

Running through the corridors of Nightsong, the ancestral seat of house Caron, a young child was in pursuit of his older brother.

"Gerald give it back" I wailed as he continued running. Gerald refused to halt and continued to run with me slightly behind him, the reason for this was that he had my wooden practice swords. Just as I was about to give up Gerald bumped into our eldest brother.

"Leave Addam alone" spoke the assertive voice of Bryce Caron, "your no fun" Gerald responded. I watched the scene in front of me act out, Bryce gave me my swords and conversed with Gerald who still sat on the floor. Lifting both my swords above me I hacked at my brothers head and ran off in a laughing frenzy as I saw him clutch his head in pain.

Entering my parents chambers I found my mother braiding my sisters hair. Placing the wooden swords to the side of the door I spoke "hello mother, sister" as I walked towards them. "How are you my young sweetling" replied my mother in her gentle tone. My mother was someone I couldn't live without her kindness and gentleness was incomparable to anyone, grinning I hugged her barely reaching her waist. My sister, the eldest of the three, Bess giggled as she watched me the youngest of her siblings.

"What's so funny?" I asked curious as to what she found so hilarious. "You're so short" she said in between giggles. In a fit of annoyance I ran at her, before I was stopped by my mother, " apologise" she said sternly to Bess who rolled her eyes. "Sorry" she said with a annoying smirk on her face. "Shoo Addam, I'll speak to you at dinner" my mum commanded a beautiful smile on her face.

I left the room and went to the training field were I watched Bryce spar my second eldest brother with blunted tourney blades. Bryce was more skilled but Rolland was far stronger, I continued to watch in awe not even realising my father and brother appear beside me. The only thought crossing my mind was the sword fight before me that reminded me of the battles I'd read of in stories. My two favourite knights were ser's Arthur Dayne and Barristan Selmy, from when I could lift wooden swords, which was only a month ago, until now I'd tried to fight with two swords like Ser Arthur. Although I wasn't that good my father told me I had skill and could possibly pull it off in a few years.

"So you want to get in the ring" my father spoke up with a grin as he had shocked me off the small box which was perfectly placed out side the sparring ring. Picking up a wooden sword he stepped into the area taunting me to enter. With a small smile on my face, I charged him with both my wooden swords. Hacking at my father who blocked and parried I continued before my father dropped the sword looking at me in feign shock. I grinned knowing he only pretended to be bested by me and said "yield Lord Coran" as I pointed the wooden swords at him. He looked up at me defiantly and replied "Never" before jumping on me and tickling my stomach sending me into a fit of giggles. After he had finally stopped he hoisted me up and gave me time to recuperate.

My sister Elys, youngest of the three girls but still older than me, beckoned me towards her. "Mother requests your presence", she spoke softly "it's time for dinner" she said taking my hand and leading me to the main hall. My mother sat to my left as I took my place at the table and my middle sister, Dorea sat to my right. The rest of my siblings entered the hall alongside my father who was trading banter with them. Rolland sat across from me and although a bastard "whatever that means" my mother didn't mind his presence, even though I don't know why other people do. Rolland was raised alongside us even though we knew he had a different mother, yet still my mother raised him as one of her own.

I began to eat after my mother and father began, as a sign of respect. I ate my lamb meat balls and salad before looking at my mother requesting to leave as I yawned. She nodded to me and I went to my room and began to change, I then walked to my shelf and grabbed a book climbing into bed. Although I am only five Maester Tion says I'm a fast learner and very independent. According to my mother I was already walking at 6 months and speaking in sentences in little over a year after my birth. I've always been a fast learner and can remember what I read to substantial detail for a child of five, the Maester says this is rare but it's all I've known so I wouldn't know otherwise.

My mother entered the room soon after I found the page of the book I was on, sitting on the chair beside me she peered over onto the book I was reading. "Your always reading about battles and wars, if I didn't know better I'd think you'd want to march of to a battle at your tender age" my mother said teasingly.

I began to yawn as I continued to focus on my book "you shouldn't read tonight" my mum said suddenly snatching the book from my grasp. "Hey!" I shouted, only for my mum to continue marking the page and placing the book back on the shelf. "You've been yawning all day, you didn't get enough sleep last night most likely reading that book" she said pointing at the book as my face began to heat up in embarrassment. Placing a kiss upon my forehead and putting out the candle my mother walked towards the door. Resting my head on my pillow I voiced a "goodnight" as my mother left the room, leaving me to fall into a deep sleep.

I awoke the next morning going about my daily routine, after I had dressed I went to the hall to break my fast with my family.My family is quite large I have three sisters and three brothers. Out of our siblings only Dorea had the same hair colour as me brown with the rare white streak, whereas Bryce, Gerald and Rolland inherited the brown hair from our father. Bess and Elys however had the long white hair that all Targaryens have including my mother. Me and Dorea on the other hand where a different case inheriting what my father passed of as a bit of both, although I was the only one in the family with purple eyes. According to my mother this was a trait commonly possessed by her ancestors.

As we sat at the table my father suddenly called for our attention. "I have something I'd wish to discuss with all of you" he paused and cleared his throat. "I've been sending ravens to the Lord of House Selmy, one of our banner men , and we've been communicating on a important subject and have come to a decision" he said with a smile before turning to me. "we have agreed for you" he said pointing at me " to be a page for and later squire for Ser Barristan Selmy" he said with a wide grin on his face.

I stared at my father, my mouth gaping, I looked around the table to see everyone smiling at me, meanining they all knew about this before. Jumping over the table I leapt into my fathers arms repeating "thank you" multiple times. "No need for that boy" replied my father smiling down at the me. "When do I leave" I spoke "Hopefully not to soon" my mother spoke up on behalf of the family a sad smile fixated on her face. "We've already agreed that you'll remain for another month before we give you a small guard retinue and send you off to Kings landings" my father replied thoughtfully. Although it seemed long for me it would be worth the wait, to be the future squire of a kingsguard as honourable as Ser Barristan Selmy.

1 month later

My bags and items were packed away and I did one final check around my room before heading to the fortresses courtyard. I walked through the corridors before shortly arriving in front of my family who where waiting for me. I first was grabbed into hug by my sister Elys with Dorea shortly following on with a hug. "We'll miss you" spoke Bess from behind them as she placed a kiss on my forehead. "You better not forget us I'll sort you out" spoke Dorea jokingly with her balled up fist in her hand. Elys burst out in laughter and pushed me onto my brothers. "You better come back a better swordsman so I can show you who's still better" Gerald said ruffling my hair. "I promise to go easy on you I replied causing Bryce to laugh and Gerald to flush in embarrassment. "Do your best and she everyone what you've got" spoke Rolland as he wrapped me in a hug.

Bryce pointed me to my mother who stood close to us, a beautiful smile on her face. I slowly walked to her with my eyes locked on my feet. She enveloped me in a hug stroking my hair. "My beautiful baby" she spoke her voice breaking slightly, "be careful, and take care of yourself, don't slack in your education and make sure to clean regularly" she said hurriedly. Looked up to see a tear running down her face. Due to her crouching down I could reach her face and so I wiped the lone tear of her face placing a kiss on her cheek. "Don't cry mommy, I'll be back soon" I reassured her with a grin on my face. " I know you will, go onto to your father" she said giving me a light push on my back.

My father was checking the saddle on my horse as he turned to me. "My boys becoming a man isn't he" my father spoke gently. " I'll send you a gift once you become a squire until then serve Ser Barristan well" he said with his lordly face "I will father" I replied before he broke out in a grin. " hurry up and leave so I can be the best swordsmen in the Nightsong again" he said causing me to break out in giggles as he picked me up and placed me on the horse prepared for me. "I'll visit" I said to my family who all looked on "we now you will" replied Bryce "go on then" Gerald said as I gave my horse a light kick. I left the gates with my retinue of guardsmen, as I looked back I saw everyone waving and waved back too.