Black Sheep

Prolouge

First of all, I'd like to introduce myself. I am no one important, at least, that's what I think. Some Others seem to have a different opinion on that, but more about that later.

My name is Elaya Lannister, only child of Ser Jaime of the House Lannister.

I am not a bastard, in case you wonder. No one has ever heard of Jaime Lannisters daughter, so it is a reasonable question. My father was a married man once, back when the Mad King was still alive. My mother died giving birth to me, and although Father never talks about her, I know that she was a beautiful woman. Uncle Tyrion showed me a portrait of her once. He told me that I had her eyes. I had to, for I didn't have the deep blue colour like the rest of the family, but a pale green colour with grey sprinkles. My eyes were the only unusual thing about me, else I looked just like my father: Golden hair, tall of statue, and as people told me, rather beautiful. I didn't really care about that, though.

Tyrion and I are both outsiders in the family, so we are very close... kind of.

Ever since I accidentally walked in on my father and Aunt Cersei doing... well, no point in lying, so, ever since I walked in on my father fucking his sister, I had been treated like a disease by most of the family. Not that I have a problem with that, I hardly ever had anything to do with most of the family.

They didn't like the kind of things I did, and I didn't like the whole manipulating they did with each other and everyone else.

I never did the things I was supposed to do as a girl, it was just too boring. When I was younger, I spent whole days with the commoners children, running around and getting dirty, and I loved it. I convinced some guards to teach me how to fight, and I essentially spent my days bringing shame on the family's name. My dear Uncle was always highly amused by that. But as I grew up, I became more reasonable, I learned, read, I got Tyrion to teach me in politics. The fighting was replaced by thinking.

I mostly stayed at home, I didn't want to meet many people. Meeting them for the first time will be important once, I thought, I will wait until that day comes. And so, I waited.

It wasn't until I came to King's Landing with my father that I got to do something.

A/N: Hello! Great that you've found your way to my story! This will eventually be Petyr/OC, I am not sure yet. But most likely so. If you don't like it, don't read it. For those of you who are still interested, I will probably post the first proper chapter later this week, it would be really nice of you to review so I can see if it makes sense to keep writing. This is my first posted story ever, and I don't speak English as my first language, so tell me what you think, okay?