This is my first fanfiction on ASOIAF. This fanfic will consist of parts of both the book and the the web series, though focusing more on the book. This story will mostly portray my OC, whom I have named Ser Cameron Florent, son of Lord Alester Florent, called the Red Fox,13 years old at the beggining of the story, of House Florent.

There will be a large no. of OCs in this story

Another thing is that House Florent will be one of the major houses and will be as strong as House Stark.

With that out of the way, lets start the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I only own my OCs and part of the storyline.

Prologue

It was dark. Most of the soldiers had retired to rest, a few guarding the camp against any wolves or bears who may come. The air was filled with sounds of laughter, the sound of a sword sharpened on a whetstone, and the smell of wine and roasted meat. The King was joking and toasting with his army officials and the Kingsguard, though Ser Jaime was nowhere to be seen. The Queen was spending her time with Myrcella and Tommen, telling them stories, occasionally looking at the opening of the tent, as if waiting for someone to arrive. Cameron noticed all of this in silence. His foxes had gone out to hunt, and his father was toasting with King Robert Baratheon. Lord Alester, Eddard Stark and King Robert had been childhood friends who had grown up together at the Vale under the care of Lord Jon Arryn. Now that Lord Jon was dead, there was a need for a new Hand. That was the reason why they were going to Winterfell; to get a new Hand.

Ser Cameron knew Lord Eddard, though he had never been to Winterfell. He had last seen the Warden of the North when he had visited Brightwater Keep along with his family. He had been 8 years old then; but he still remembered Lord Stark. Although Cameron was 13, he was considered to be one of the best swords of the realm ever had. He was brilliant with the bow as well, but was renowned for his abilities with the sword. He was the eldest of Lord Alester's children and was the heir to Brightwater Keep, one of the richest and most fertile lands in all of Westeros. He had been knighted at 11, the youngest man to have attained knighthood, after he had fought brilliantly in a war against the Freys who had offended the Florents. The war had been costly for the Freys, and they had finally surrendered to Cameron. From then on, he was called Ser Cameron Florent, the Red Fox. One of his most important achievements was that he had been able to tame the wild foxes of those lands, and he used them in battle thereby earning him his title.

A deep voice shook him out of his thoughts. He looked towards the speaker, noticing that it was none other than his father. "You should be having a good time with the others," he said, motioning towards Joffrey, Ser Ashley Lockhart, Ser Dave Closter and Orion, who were having a round of wine.

"I'd rather not," said Cameron. Joffrey was an idiot and an spoiled brat. The only thing he did well was mocking others. Ser Ashley was fat and thick headed, often getting drunk. Orion and Ser Dave acted on instinct, without thinking. They were the prince's lackeys and voiced agreement to whatever he said. Cameron disliked all of them, especially the royal prince, but the three fools seemed to be apt company to the prince.

"Get over the habit of judging people and make some friends for once" said his father.

" I'm not judging anyone; it's just that they are all fools. If they should fall in a battle, they are likely to scream and wave their swords about than land a blow on the enemy," he said nonchalantly, " And I have a large number of friends at Brightwater Keep."

His father sighed and looked away. "Atleast you could get that useless cock of yours into some of the holes of maidens. Girls are always swooning for you. It's the least you could do for them." " Not interested," replied Cameron. He had never been much interested in girls, although they said he was the best of the men, like Ser Jaime.

"We shall reach Winterfell on the morrow. We leave at dawn to make it there early. So -"

"-get up early. I know that. Tell that to the others," Cameron said, interrupting his father. "You should rest now, father. The night becomes darker by the minute."

"Aye, I shall." he said and then looked about. "I wonder what's become of your sister."

"She is fine," said Cameron, " I saw her walking with Ser Daniel Hightower. The night becomes darker by the minute. You shoupd retire to rest father. You'll need all your energy for tomorrow."

"And what are you gonna do?"

"Stand guard."

"You don't need to, there are enough guards."

"I'm not tired. I would like to stand here for sometime. But you should rest."

His father grudged approval and walked to his tent. Cameron watched his father dissapear behind one of those huge tents. The southener knight's cheeks had become red from the cold, yet he decided to stand. They were going to reach Winterfell on the morrow, stay there for three days and then return home with Lord Stark. It was a simple thing, so why did be have a bad feeling about this?

Somewhere in the dark, a wolf howled.

So guys, did y'all like it? This is my first GOT and ASOIAF fanfic. This story will have many OCs, but there will be a large number of characters from the books and the show. Please RR and don't forget to give me some ideas!!