So I'm glad you enjoyed the prologue and it wasn't too weird. Also I notice just now when Shilo was saying the words of House Tully it didn't come out write. It was meant to be "Family. Duty. Honour." Also "You're welcome to keep the gifts from your sweet niece."

Silently Tearful - Thanks for your review. I kind of know where it's going but hopefully I do it justice!

Guest - IKR? There is not enough Oberyn love out there! No clue why! Not only was Pedro Pascal an amazing actor (as well as gorgeous!), but I found the character pretty interesting! I found him to be playful, but he knew what he wanted. Season 3, seemed like a good place to me so you can get to know Shilo a bit, and her relationship with Sansa builds. There will be flashbacks to the previous seasons as well.

BustedWitch - Thanks for the review, I checked and there wasn't any spelling mistakes! Spell check is good like that, there were a few words missed out, but I pointed those out already ^^ Thanks for the interest though, i wasn't sure if anyone would be.

Guest - Thank you for the review and I hope you enjoy the story.

So I was thinking about when to start this and I didn't want you all to wait too long for our lovely Prince Oberyn to make an entrance. So this will start about ep 5 of Series 3.

Shilo wandered in Kings Landing, her cousin Sansa was enjoying the company of Margery Tyrell; the two sat talking and doing their needlework. Shilo, had long grown bored of her needlework and spent her time wandering Kings Landing when she was not with Sansa and Margery. The dark haired girl was enjoying the sun in one of the court yards when she heard foot steps draw close, and hid in of of the shadowed corners, though she was nearing her 18th name day, Shilo still feared those in the castle. Knowing, should she put one pretty little slipper out of line, she could be following her Uncle Nedd's fate. Shilo slunk down the wall, pulling her knees to her chest and gathering her skirts so not an inch of her could be seen.

"...almost as generous to those who help us as he is unpleasant to those who don't." The regal voice said, Shilo recognized it to be Queen Cersei. "You have a good working relationship with the Tyrells, I thought you might look into it before you leave the capital."

"I shall do my best."

Little Finger, Shilo thought, that's Little Finger.

"Thank you, and your best shall prove better then when I asked you to locate Arya Stark."

"I assure you that I will."

Will? What what? Shilo thought as she heard a pair of foot falls leave them. That meant one still stood. Shilo hid in her hiding spot waiting for the other to leave. Arya. The Queen mentioned Arya, so she wanted her...I suppose three hostages are better then two. And it would play better the them to have two wolves instead of a wolf and falcon. Shilo knew that there was always a possibility that should the Joffery come to some sort of an arrangement with Robb, there was always a possibility that they would just take Sansa, Shilo was no wolf. She was a falcon, daughter of Jon Arryn. As for her mother, it was well known that Lysa Arryn disliked Shilo almost as much as Cersei disliked Tyrion.

"You can come out now."

Shilo's heart stopped beating, surely Little Finger didn't mean her?

"My lady?"

Shilo knew how persistent he could be and decided to get the scolding over and done with. She stood up and smoothed out her grey dress before walking out to stand in front of him; he looked almost excited that it was her. She knew of his fondness for Tully women, and made sure that he was never alone with Sansa. Something about him creeped her out. Unlike her mother, her aunt and her cousin Shilo did not have the Tully auburn hair. Instead she sported dark brown locks, her uncle Nedd had told her that he could remember Jon Arryn having the same thick, dark hair years ago, back when Nedd was a boy and Jon was a young man. Shilo had the same eye shape as her mother and her nose was almost like the button nose then her mother and younger brother, whom she had only met once or twice, had.

"Lady Shilo." Little Finger said with a small smile and looked her once over. "Such a sombre colour for such a beautiful day?"

"My Uncle had it made for me before he passed, a present for my 17th name day. It is one of my favourites." And it was no lie, the dress was made of light grey material with dark grey lining and under skirts. The outer corset was an intensely dark blue, with silver stitching that looked like wings. On the skirt along with hem line were were tiny wolves, fish and falcons. Yes it was a rather dull coloured dress and Shilo did prefer her bright colours, but this was her most precious one. It was a representation of everything she held precious. "I just felt like having it on, it makes it feel like my family close, all of my family."

"How sentimental." Lord Baelish said. "I was passing a wonder, how much of my conversation with the queen did you hear?"

"Not much Lord Baelish. Just.."

"Petyr, call me Petyr when we're alone."

"Lord Petyr..." Shilo had heard him say the same thing to Sansa, and the smile lit his face when he heard Sansa or Shilo call him by his first name was...slimy. "I only heard that you were to leave the capital soon and that you tried to find my cousin Arya."

"Nothing else?"

"No, my lord. I swear my the old gods and the new."

Little Finger stared at her, searching her for any hint of a lie and Shilo stared back defiantly. Sansa would have looked away, uneasy and blushing at the ground. The stare also made Shilo feel uneasy but she was not about to let him see any of that, her face was blank but for the determination to not let him win.

"As you say my lady."

"May I be on my way now Lord Petyr?" Shilo asked, her voice laced with an innocence that reminded her of Sansa only a year or so prior. Shilo had noticed his eyes darken, something that happened every time she and Sansa obeyed when they called him Petyr. "I must go find my cousin. The lady Margery had asked us to come to her chambers. And Lady Olenna had asked for a private word."

"Becoming rather friendly with the Tyrell's aren't we?"

"They're a friendly family, my lord." Shilo answered, playing to his game as she swayed slightly, her skirts twirling round her feet. "The Tyrell family have been very kind to Sansa and I. May I go?"

"Of course Lady Shilo, don't let me keep you."

Shilo had turned from him before he gave her leave and could hear the smirk in his voice. Shilo walked with a straight back and confidence, striding away from him until she knew she was definitely outside his ear shot and eye sight before picking up her skirts and running through the halls back to the rooms she shared with Sansa. The two of them weren't meant to share rooms, they shared a little garden space and mini courtyard since the two of them had been moved to ground level rooms but aside from that and a small lounge room, they had separate bedrooms. One night shortly after Lord Stark had been killed, Shilo had awoken to the sound of her door being opened. Quiet foot falls had padded across the room, and when Shilo sat up her eyes had fallen onto her younger cousin. Sansa stood at the foot of Shilo's bed, a robe wrapped round her to hide the white night gown. Shilo saw the stray, wet trails on Sansa's cheeks and the red rimmed eyes, and Shilo pulled the bed covers aside to allow her younger cousin to crawl in beside her. From then on, the two girls shared a bed many night.

Shilo had ran all the back to her rooms, despite knowing that Sansa would not be there. She needed to calm herself, she had not heard much but any private conversation with the queen was always an important one, Shilo just didn't know what it meant. Something about the Tyrells, but with nothing else to go on, she felt the information would do the same good if it fell on deaf ears. She walked to the basin on the chest drawers, and dipped her hands into the cool water, relishing in the feel of it before splashing some on her face. Shilo took her hair out of the tight bun on the crown of her head, and re done it in a lazy, loose braid before leaving the rooms to find Margery and Sansa.

"Shilo? Is that you? Let me walk with you."

Shilo turned to see Lady Olenna walk towards her and stopped so the Tyrell grandmother could catch up.

"It's nice to you, Lady Olenna."

"And you child, off to anywhere in particular?"

"Just looking for Sansa and Margery...I meant Lady Margery."

"It's alright girl, Margery likes you and your cousin and considers you her friends, friends take no heed with formality." Lady Olenna said, "Give me your arm girl, let me link with you and walk a bit slower. We can share that word now if you please."

Shilo did as asked, linking arms with the Queen of Thorns and slowing her pace. "What is this about my lady?"

"Are you aware of our invitation for Sansa?"

"To take her to High Garden? Yes I am, there is little Sansa keeps from me."

"You should know the little as well, to keep her safe."

"And will she be safe at High Garden?"

"Yes."

"Is this part of some Capital scheme?"

"A scheme, yes. But not of the Capital, I swear we will keep her safe child, I think even Margery would grow to dislike me a little if I broke that promise."

"As long as she is safe."

"You seem aware that the invitation..-"

"Does not extend to me? Yes, I'm just the daughter of Jon Arryn, another traitor to the king but Sansa is princess of the North now, she needs to be kept safe. Out of the clutches of King Joffery, the evil little monster that he is."

"You have no fear, do you child?" Lady Olenna stopped and faced Shilo, her hand still touching Shilo's arm, "To speak so freely of the king in his own castle?"

"I've nothing to loose. They can't find Arya, and they can't kill Sansa. They can do nothing to me."

"But kill you."

"Death does not scare me, but as I was saying my lady, Sansa, sister of Robb Stark. Robb has claimed himself to be the King in the North, the Stark's are royalty now, Sansa a princess, but she has always been my cousin, my family. She needs to be kept safe, but I will not hand her over so freely, I want the details of when you plan to depart and your route if you please. And I promise you, should Sansa suffer at your hands or because of your actions, you will pay for it. Sansa is my family, and I will not allow her to be hurt."

Lady Olenna looked at Shilo, studying her carefully. She had been slightly wrong about the falcon, her time in Winterfell caused her to become more of a wolf, but Shilo would always be the pretty falcon, the daughter of Jon Arryn. "It takes a certain kind of person to call the king a monster when they knew there are eyes and ears everywhere; but it takes a special kind of person to threaten me. I'm impressed Shilo, and I swear to you that your cousin will be safe, but know this. I'll let you off this once for threatening me, should it happen again, you'll find out why tell call me the Queen of Thorns."

Shilo nodded. Had she really just done that? She just threatened Lady Olenna? The old woman could be bold and blunt, but she had kind to Sansa and Shilo.

"Now, Margery said something about taking Sansa to watch Loras, they should be in the courtyard by our chambers. Go on, off with you. I need to speak with my oaf of a son."

Shilo took her leave and went straight to the courtyard. She saw Ser Loras fighting, and Margery and Sansa sitting, and chatting and went over to them, sitting at Sansa's feet.

"I hope I'm not interrupting."

"Of course not, cousin. Where have you been?"

"I just need solitude, you know what I'm like Sansa. I went for a walk."

Shilo was unsure if Margery was aware that Sansa had spoke to her of plans of her little trip but said nothing of it. As the day passed the three of them gossiped of Ser Loras and the royal wedding. Margery and Sansa bragged about their homes, the beauty of High Garden and the rough comfort of Winterfell. Shilo told them what she could remember of the Vale. They sahred stories of their child hood, and lazed in the sun until it set then Sansa and Shilo retired back to their chambers for a small meal. When the stars came out, Shilo tucked herself into bed as her cousin joined her and the tow lay in bed, facing each other. Sansa spoke the plans for her trip, not once realising that Shilo would not be joining her before drifting off to sleep.

Hey so there is chapter one! I'm sorry if I spelt any of their names wrong. But let me know what you think of the chapter.

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