First off this is my first fan fiction in a very long time. This story will be an AU in A song of Ice and Fire, Most of the story line will apply but I will alter the story to fit in my OC so some events and conversation that originally take place in ASOIAF will be either changed or left out completely. Also I am going with a very rough timeline of events and I don't expect all of my events to match up with the books, but I am going to try and make it as structurally sound as I possibly can.

Chapter 1

Fox

Running. Always running. Why do I always end up running? Ever since I can remember there has always been something or someone that I am trying to run from, either that or hide. A part of me almost enjoys it, maybe because it's all I've ever known. But sometimes I wish I could just enjoy my life, relax, and maybe play a game of cyvasse. No, what am I even thinking? I couldn't even if I tried, I was born into this lifestyle and I will never get out. Sometimes I wonder if it was because the person I was born as that pushed me into these circumstances or if it was because of the fucked up family I was born into. Sometimes when I'm alone, or drunk, I think of what it would have been like to have been born into a normal family, a family that wouldn't have tossed me away, hidden me….a family that wouldn't have made me run.

The streets of Pentos are almost quiet as I run, only stopping if I feel as though someone may glance up at a rooftop and see me. It never fully quiets down here though. From the little I remember of the Seven Kingdoms it seemed as though once the moon was high in the sky, the world would just stop. Everything would go quiet and I would sit in my bed and gaze up at the stars wondering if the Gods knew whom I was and what they would make of me. But I was a foolish little girl then, and my only dream was to have a loving family that wouldn't be ashamed of me, a family that wouldn't think of me as a dirty secret that needed to be thrown away.

Ever since I came to the Free Cities though there has never been absolute quiet, the people here are almost always awake. It makes the job I have to do a little more challenging, but what can I say? I love a challenge. I have lived for it for the past seven years. Constantly pushing myself, constantly running, from my past, my memories, from my whole life before I came to the Free Cities. My main goal in life has been to push those memories into the back corners of my mind and never let them resurface. But my brother….that damn ass won't let me let it go, and as much as I want to, I know I still want to feel cared for in some way. And that's why I have to go back, I have to help him; he is the only one that has ever cared that I was even alive or dead.

I'm sitting on the rooftop of some lord's house waiting for the right moment when he will be alone in his room. I don't know his name, and I don't care to. All I need to know is a person's face and where I can find them and then I can do my job. I sit in the shadows and if anyone were to look on to rooftop they would not see me. That was what my training has taught me. I am as visible as wind, as silent as the grave, and as lethal as a dire wolf with a bloodlust.

He does not see me coming, they never do, and that's what earned me the name Fox for my stealth. No one knows my real name here and I intend to keep it that way, Fox is just fine with me.

I hear him open the door to his washroom and undress to get in his bath. I silently slide into the bedroom that is connected to the washroom and make sure my hood and dagger are in place. I glance around at his elegantly decorated room, filled with rich furniture and possessions. Someone is going to become very rich tomorrow I am sure.

I slide to the washroom doorway and he faces away from me in the bath. I come up behind him and drown him in the bathtub where he was washing himself just moments ago. His eyes bulge and he tries to struggle against me but I have him in a lock and he cannot escape his death. No one has ever escaped at my hands, the one thing I can be proud of in my life so far. After his eyes fade and he goes limp in my arms, I quickly slit his wrists and leave a knife and his supposed suicide note on the side of the bathtub and go back into the night, racing from rooftop to rooftop.

Later, I sit in a far corner of a shady pub. I've got my hood on to hide my face because I rarely ever leave my home without it on. I would rather people just not remember my face. I'm not trying to make any friends, and no one should know me anyways. I'm a murderer, and I don't like innocent people getting caught up in the games I'm involved in. They always end up dead.

I'm smoking my pipe and finishing off a glass of whiskey. I guess I've always had the tastes of a man; there is barely one ladylike bone in my body. I guess most people would call my face comely, adding to my long golden hair, and slim body, but the patch on my eye has always drawn away from that, I'm sure my bluish green eye would look prettier if I had two of them. Besides, I don't really care. My job isn't about being pretty, and right now I only care for my job. But dammit, that letter brother sent me; I'm not quite sure what I should do.

I take the letter out of a hidden pocket in my cloak and mull over it some more.

Dearest Fox,

This will not be a lengthy letter like I usually enjoy writing you. I have just arrived in King's Landing to take up the position we talked about. I am starting to realize the lioness and spider are surrounding me with little birds and I have no one I can fully trust. I need someone here on the watch out for me if I am going to keep my head very long in this game of thrones. I trust you, you are my blood, and I know you support me just as much as you have hated her. I need a shadow, I need you Fox. Please come as quickly as you can.

Sincerely,

Dragon

Hmph. The dragon part makes me laugh. Oh sure he loves dragons; he would probably kill just to see one alive today. But he by no means has any of the physical strength of a dragon, though he does have one of the sharpest minds I have ever come across. What was he thinking taking this position when he is so clearly entering a hostile environment? Well of course he would, it is so like him to want to be important for once, and in a way I really do understand him. He was treated almost as much of an outcast as me, only he was legitimate so father had to keep him or fear for his reputation. He is right about one thing; he will die there if he does not have the physical strength and loyalty to back up his clever plans. From our correspondence in the past, it seems as though the rest of the family is a sharp witted and conniving as he can be, and that is going to be very dangerous for him. I know he has a good heart in him though and he's a better man than the rest of the family combined. I will not stand for him being surrounded by unloyal, scumbag sellswords and barbaric tribesmen who will leave him as soon as that lioness pays them enough gold to stab him in the back.

As much as I hate the Seven Kingdoms, it is where I was born, and I do want to see it again, I want to see my brother again; I want to protect him from that bitch.

It is decided then, I will take the next ship to the King's Landing, and hide in my shadows and make sure no harm befalls my brother. I just hope I do not get caught up in the game; I may not escape with my life.

I'm coming Tyrion.