A.N: Hey guys so I haven't been on in a long time but I've had this story in my head for a while and thought I'd give writing FF another shot. This story is going to be run solely on reviews. The more I get the more I'm likely to write, so REVIEW. I hope you guys like this so far and love to hear people's feedback. No Flames though please. I also have not read the Books yet but so please don't crucify me if I mix some stuff up. Until next time.

A:N Hey everyone, I just want to say thank you to everyone who reviewed my story so far and hope you guys continue to do so. As you guys can tell I changed the rating of this story from T to M, and I did this more to be safe than anything else.

In response to Fawkes Devaue review, (and thank you so much for reviewing, it really made me happy) I actually already lowered her age as much as I could. She's going to be the same age as Tyrion and Renly (which is about 25) and would have been 10 by the time Roberts Rebellion ended. I couldn't make her any younger based on her part during the Rebellion that you'll see later. I hope this makes sense.

Lena: thank you for your review, I thought I was spelling the names right but I will re-look them up.

Anyway, I hope you guys like this next chapter and continue to Review. I don't own GOT or ASOIAF.

Ch1

Robb Stark's Camp:

Jaime found himself lost in his own thoughts again, though in retrospect there wasn't much else to do, being a prisoner didn't give you a lot of activity options. It was a very cold and unforgiving night; the ground seemed to be sucking every bit of heat from Jamie's body and he was uncomfortable by the chains keeping his hands behind him. The wooden post he was chained too gave him no relief either.

'It serves me right, being defeated by a boy half my age. If only my father could see me now,' Jaime thought bitterly. The battle in the Riverlands was only a few weeks ago and no attempt has been made to save him so far. And even worse, Robb's army just got word today from Kings Landing. The honorable Ned Stark was dead. 'Winter is coming and now the lions and wolves are at war. Fantastic.'

Jaime chuckled bitterly at himself then. How the mighty have fallen. Not seven months ago he was standing in front of her statue remembering a happy life that never was; to going to Winterfell; fucking his sister in a tower; attempted to kill a ten year old boy; going to war to prove himself to his father; and being captured by a boy.

'Perhaps this is what I deserve. After all, my life hasn't gone the way I expected. Falling in love with Cersei and joining the Kings guard to be with her. Then finding my light, my true love, only to have her taken away from me, and trying for years to find solace in Cersei again. Robert was a fuck of a King and the worst husband to Cersei, but at least he lived an honest life. That more than I can say. Maybe I can redeem myself in death,' Just as this thought crossed Jaime's mind, a light from the camp came closer and closer to him, until it revealed itself to be Lady Stark.

"Leave us," she said to the guard next to her, who left quietly.

'Perhaps she can bring about my redemption,' Jaime thought before speaking.

"Lady Stark, you look lovely tonight. Widowhood becomes you," Jaime taunted, he almost missed Catelyn picking up something from the ground. "Your bed must be lonely, is that why you came? I'm not at my best but I think I can be of service. Why don't you slip out of that gown and we'll see if I'm up to it." Jamie barley finished his sentence before Catelyn hit him in the jaw with a heavy rock.

"I do like a violent women," he got out while spitting the blood out of his mouth. 'Only half true. I haven't known much of anything else.'

"I will kill you tonight Ser. Put your head in a box and send it to your sister," Catelyn said venomously.

"I'll show you how. Hit me again, over the ear. And again, and again. You're stronger then you look it shouldn't take long."

"That's what you want people to think, that you don't fear death."

"Oh, I don't milady. The dark is coming for all of us, why cry about it?"

"Because you are going to the deepest of the seven hells if the Gods are just," Catelyn said angrily and looked about to hit him again. However, at the mention of the Gods something in Jaime snapped.

"What Gods are those? The trees you husband prayed to? Where were the trees when his head was being chopped off? If your Gods are real, and if they're just, why is the world so full of injustice?"

'Why did Otylia die if the Gods were just? I prayed for her safety when I heard of my father's march, I tried to get the Mad King to surrender to save her, I killed the Mad King, her father, to save her and all of Kings Landing and yet she still died. No Lady Stark, there are no just Gods.' Jaime added in his head.

"Because of men like you," Catelyn responded.

"There are no men like me… Only me…" 'Only me. Well that brings back memories.'

It was the first time he truly met Otylia. It was a few days after he joined the king's guard and he was having a hard time adjusting. He was just relived of his post and decided to try and find Cersei, hoping that she could bring him comfort. He was walking past on of the lush gardens in the Red Keep when he heard Prince Rhaegar yelling.

"What are you doing? Get down from there!" Jaime immediately walked over to where the Prince was yelling. Prince Rhaegar was known to be a very handsome man, with long silver hair and dark violet eyes. He was the same age as Jaime but was a little taller and leaner frame. However, Jaime knew that despite his lean frame, he was a strong and deadly fighter. What Jaime didn't understand was why the crown prince was yelling at a tree.

"Is there something I can help you with, Your Highness?" Rhaegar turned to Jaime, and Jaime saw mixed emotions in his eyes. Rhaegar seemed to be battling three emotions in his eyes, worried, frustrated, amused; and Jaime couldn't figure out why.

"I'm afraid that the only person whom can help me is my mother. Can you please make sure she doesn't break her neck until I come back," He said and started to make his way out of the garden.

'Make sure who doesn't break their necks?' Jaime asked himself and looked up the remarkably tall tree, to see a flash of white higher up in the tree. "What are you doing?"

"Climbing," a high female voice answered him.

"Why?"

"Do I need a reason?" the voice asked. Jaime, still trying to figure out who he was talking to, replied "yes," while following the figure with his eyes as it made its way onto the thin branches to one side of the tree.

"Well, it's difficult to say. On one hand I have decided that today would be a perfect day to climb a tree while thinking about my next great adventure. On the other hand, my younger brother seemed to have lost his new kit in this tree and I have decided to fetch it. Speaking of which…. Look out below," the figure said before a dark blue kit was thrown down by Jaime's head.

"That's dangerous though, you could get hurt," Jaime countered.

"That' how you know it's an adventure s-" before the figure could finish, the branch they were climbing snapped and they both came tumbling down the tree. Jaime wasted no time in getting below the figure and bracing its fall. However, Jaime couldn't keep his balance and fell flat on his back with the figure on top of him. When he regained his senses he found himself face to face with one of the maiden's angles.

A young heart shaped face, with larger dark lavender eyes, pouty lips that seemed to be locked in a breathy smile, button noise, and a waterfall of freefalling hair that was a cross between white gold and snow white in color. It was the cutest face he had ever seen and it seemed to be locked onto his until the Queen's voice got their attention.

"Otylia, what were you thinking?" the queen asked sternly.

'Otylia?... As in Princess Otylia Tagaryen?' Jaime thought as Otylia got up and turned to her mother, who was standing there with Rhaegar and young Viserys. She quickly picked up the forgotten kite from the ground and presented it to her mother.

"I was retreating Erys' kite mother. He lost it to the tree yesterday," she answered, handing the kite to her little brother who looked less than happy. He practically ripped the kite from her hands and was about to storm away when Rhella stopped him.

"What do you say Viserys?"

"Thank
you sister for getting me my old kite back, even though I could have just gotten a new one," he answered with a huff and stormed away. Rhella just shook her head and turned back to her daughter.

"Sweet one please don't do something dangerous like that again. If Ser. Jaime wasn't here you could have seriously hurt yourself. Are you alright, Ser. Jaime?" Rhella asked as Jaime got to his feet.

"Yes your grace. I was only happy to help a member of the royal family, he said graciously.

"All the same, thank you for catching my daughter while Rhaegar was away. Now if you excuse me, I must teach my youngest how to properly say thank you. Rhaegar, I believe your father was looking for you as well." The Queen departed and the prince soon after, but not until thanking Jaime himself and telling him that "he will not forget his kindness." This left Jaime and Otylia alone again.

Jaime remembered seeing her a five years ago at Casterly Rock. He had been ten then and she was only three, Riding up thought the gate on a pony with her brother behind her. 'She must be eight or nine now. She will grow up to be a great beauty, I'm sure of that.'

"Thank you for catching me and I'm sorry if I caused you trouble," she said quietly while looking at the ground.

"Just as long as you listen to your mother and don't do it again," he answered but the response he got was not what he expected. She turned to him, looked straight in his eyes and said: "Where's the fun in that?"

"You're not like most girls are you?" he laughed.

"That's because there are no girls like me, only me," she said with a giggle before running off somewhere.

The memory was a happy one, but it also brought a prang of pain in his heart. 'She will never grow into the beauty she should have been now.' Jaime was taken out of his thoughts by Lady Stark who was looking at him with a mix between anger, sadness, and revolution.

"My son, Bran, how did he come to fall from that tower?"

"I pushed him out the window," Jaime answered with no hesitation. Catelyn just looked at him with disbelief.

"Why?"

"I'd hoped the fall would kill him."

"Why?" It was this question that gave Jaime pause. At the time, he thought he tried to kill the boy because of the "love" he had for Cersei, and wanting to protect their secret. However, in his dreams where he relieved that moment, it wasn't the Stark climber that he saw catching them, but another one from so long ago and that tore him up inside.

"You should get some sleep. It's going to be a long war."

Kings Landing

In the darkness of the lower levels of the Red Keep, lit only by torch lights loomed the magnificent skulls of the Tagaryen dragons. The large mythical beasts that once won a crown and made others look on with awe and terror, their skulls now hidden like a dark memory in the Keep, in hopes to be forgotten by the new régime.

In front of one of the largest skulls stood a hooded figure, their feminine hand grazing the skulls lazily, as if she were petting the face of a small child.

"So far has the might fallen," the all too familiar voice of Willow said, quietly to herself.

"Though a dragon may fall, it, like a phoenix, can rise again from the ashes," Varys said, emerging from the shadows like the spiders he was lord of. Willow turned to him and dropped her hood. "Is this wise malady?"

"Perhaps not, but while I was passing through, I wanted to see them again. To remind myself…" She trailed off.

"You shouldn't torcher yourself like this. There are others who would be more than happy to help you. You need only ask," Varys said kindly, almost fatherly, something the urchin will never be.

"What news do you bring?" Willow asked, ignoring Varys' last statement.

"There is a war in the north. The lions and wolves are at each other's throats. I worry things will fall into darkness before the slow dawn emerges again."

"Lord Stark?"

"A resident of one of the black cells. We are trying to save his life and send him to the Wall, but his fate seems unclear. The new King seems as trepidations as the Mad King once was. I fear for everyone's safety now, including my own. I may be unable to curry anymore news to you for a while, I'm afraid."

"You do what you must, but what news from my heading? Is he safe?"

"As far as I know. Are you sure you want to do this? You may not be able to make it there."

"I must try. My family has been separated for so long. It is time for its pieces to come together again."

"I understand malady. I will try to continue to help you in any way I can," Varys said with a bow and kissed Willow's hand.

"That's all I ask. Stay safe my friend," Willow said with a smile, donned her hood, and disappeared into the darkness.