A/N I've decided to do a time skip until the year 292 AC where my story will continue, in the actual 'a song of ice and fire' saga the Caron family perished is 289 AC but I postponed it to allow my character to have time to mature.

292 AC

I sat in silence beside Bryce and Rolland in kings landing, both had arrived about a month ago to enter in a tourney. In the the five years I was here I visited the Nightsong a few times mainly to check up on my family...but that wouldn't be anymore. In the month that my brothers were here the rest of my family passed away. They had caught a cold that we were told they would recover from, but last night a rider arrived and told us about their deaths. Luckily they had passed in their sleep thanks to the dreamwine they were given, and felt no pain. But still that wasn't enough to calm us down, we had long since stopped crying but Rolland and Bryce remained in my room drinking.

I would have done the same but they said I was too young. I looked down in my hands at the glass I had subconsciously broke and the blood that dripped onto the crimson floor of the red keep that seemed to absorb my blood. I wandered, looking back up at Bryce and Rolland as I ignored the stinging sensation in my hand. Would they both be dead if they remained at the Nightsong. I closed my eyes and shook my head banishing the thought. I shook the glass off my hand pulling the remaining fragments out of my cuts. I then grabbed the wine bottle from the table and pored it on my hand, I winced in pain feeling the stinging sensation in each of my cuts.

Bryce would soon have to return home and take place as Lord of the Nightsong and the marches. He'd have to wait as our fathers bannermen swore fealty to him as they did our father. Each time I thought of home memories of my family would flood into my mind. All the fun moments we shared I even recollected the times when Gerald used to annoy me just to get on my nerves. I wouldn't admit it to anyone but I honestly thought I was most like Gerald and even though he annoyed me I'd miss the times we'd chase each other around our home.

Both my brothers had fallen asleep on the couch in my room dry tears on their faces, no doubt I didn't look better. I picked up the wine bottle once more and downed some of it relishing in the sweetness. I may be only seven but I honestly didn't care after loosing six family members in one night. I lay in bed with the bottle in hand facing my brothers who lay on the couch clutching their empty bottles in their sleep. Never again would I lose a loved one, not I f I could do anything about it. I thought to myself as i slowly fell into a dreamless slumber.

I awoke the next morning to an empty room and a throbbing headache. My bloodied hand lay in a crimson wet patch beside the bottle of wine I carried to bed last night. I didn't know if the pool of crimson liquid was blood or wine but I was sure that it was wine that caused the blasted headache I currently had. Bryce and Rolland most likely awoke last night and returned to their chambers as they were nowhere in sight. I dipped my bleeding hand in a bucket of water that was perfectly positioned on my desk, most likely placed by a servant that Bryce or Rolland sent by. Cleaning the blood from my hand and wrapped in bandages that lay beside the bucket, I changed my clothes and made myself presentable before proceeding to get my breakfast.

I made my way to Ser Barristans chambers in the white sword tower wear one of the servants would have our breakfasts brought as usual. I slowly trudged up the stair case before knocking on the door and entering knowing that Ser Barristan was definitely awake. When I entered I saw Ser Barristan in his normal attire without the kingsguard armour or cloak.

I walked to the window and stood beside him "I'm going to return home with Bryce and Rolland" I said looking at him to gauge his reaction "I'll return after the funeral" I finished quickly. He turned to me a sad smile gracing his aging features "you have my permission Addam, and you don't have to return straight away" he said kindly I nodded my head but I knew I'd return straightaway not wanting to remain in the Nightsong for everyone to pity me. I'd much rather return to kings landing and remain another unknown page and earn my knighthood in my own peace and quite. After a short while Ser Barristan began to continue speaking "And when you return you'll no longer serve as a page but instead a squire" he said as I looked on in surprise as I wasn't expecting this. "Thank you" I muttered as the servant entered with both our break fasts setting them on the small table that sat in the middle of Ser Barristans chambers.

We both ate our breakfast in silence and as we finished I stood up preparing myself to leave the room. "I'll be leaving this evening and I'll return within a months time" I told him as he nodded at me and showed me out the room with his hand. I smiled before leaving the room and entering my chambers. I packed my items and left to complete some business of mine in flea bottom.

I arrived at a blacksmith and nodded at the young apprentice that seemed about my age as he went into the back to fetch his master. The banging of a anvil stopped and out from the back appeared a sweaty blacksmith. "Ah young Lord, are you here for your weapons?" He questioned to which I responded with a nod. He went into the back and returned with a cloth that held my weapons inside it. "I made it as you requested" he said as he unwrapped the cloth to reveal two daggers with twelve inch blades, not including the pommel, they were identical to one another. I had chosen daggers as I didn't have swords since Ser Barristan said my father had told me to wait before having some made for reasons unknown to me. The sheaths were made out of leather with a supportive metal on the bottom to prevent the dagger cutting through and a ring at the top. Engraved on the outside of each sheath were my houses words "no song so sweet". I attached the swords to my belt and drew the blades and eyed their make, they were both plain daggers but their pommels were carved with musical notes and were made of silver with the edges coated in gold. The centre of the cross guards held a spherical ruby that was placed in a gap that was made for it. Paying the blacksmith, by the name of Tobho Mott, I made my way back to the red keep ready to leave for my home.

On my way to the red keep I noticed a thin puppy, with purple eyes that mirrored my own, gazing up at me. I walked towards the pup that had dark black fur which complemented its eyes. The dog was without a doubt a stray and seeing as it had no owner I walked with him in my arms to the red keep. Buying a small amount of meat from a vendor I held the meat up for the dog who sniffed it curiously and almost distrustingly before devouring it.

As I entered the gates of the red keep I arrived to my brothers checking over their belongings and the saddles on their horses. A servant loaded the last of my belongings on a saddle bag on my destrier that was gifted to me by Ser Barristan and House Selmy. The horse was a dark brown stallion that I had named dasher in my childish fit due to the horses speed and me nearly falling of the first time I rode him. I climbed onto dasher, placing the pup which I had taken to name floki in a small side bag that I had turned to face forward. I stroked dashers mane as he neighed, putting my hands on the reigns I trotted over to my brothers as Bryce ruffled my hair with a smile. Looking forward I rode out of the gates of the red keep before turning to both my brothers on my right "let's go home" I said with a light smile as shadow yipped due to the speed we suddenly rode at. Let's go home, I thought finally before training my thoughts on the journey ahead of us.