Hey guys! So this is my new GoT story. It's an Oberyn/OC story story.

Author : UmbraLunae
Category: Tv Shows, Game of Thrones
Disclaimer : I own nothing but Shilo Arryn
Genre: Romance/Adventure
Pairing: Oberyn/OC
Rating: M
Summary: The ward of Ned and Catelynn Stark, and daughter of Jon and Lysa Arryn, goes to Kings Landing with her Uncle and cousins. When Ned is arrested for being a traitor, she swears to keep her cousins safe. Distraught that she lost Arya, is held hostage with Sansa. But when the guests for Joffery and Margery's wedding start arriving, she finds she catches the eye of the Dornish prince Oberyn.
Title : Before the Sun Sets
Warning: Lemon, swearing and violence.

The dark haired girl followed Lord Varys, otherwise known as The Spider, through the varies tunnels leading to the holding cells. He had told her that he was taking her to see her uncle, Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, who had requested to see his niece as quickly as possible. She wasn't sure when the request had been made but Lord Varys had come to her the previous evening and knew she would have to keep this a secret from Sansa. Sadly, she hadn't seen Arya since she had left her with her dancing master Syrio. Lord Varys had advised her to wear a head scarf as to hide her identity, and as they stood outside the cell, Varys turned to the sixteen year old,

"Now, dear child, I must warn you; Your uncle is in a bad way. Now you did keep this meeting a secret from sweet Sansa, didn't you?"

"Yes, Lord Varys."

"Oh, my dear sweet lady, I assure I am no Lord; despite the large number of those that call me as such, I am no lord." Varys smiled at her and then down at the small basket of food she had made up, and handed her the lantern. "Now, dear one I have been able to grant you ten minutes, fifth teen at the most, with your uncle. When the time if up we must go child, you understand?"

"Yes, of course."

Shilo walked through the cell door, holding the latern up and still straining to see her uncle.

"Shilo? Is that you?"

She couldn't have been happier to hear his voice and quickly went to him. Without thinking, she quickly hugged her uncle who returned the hug. Ned was glad to see at least one of his girls; No, Shilo wasn't his daughter, but she was his ward and niece. Ned and Catelyn had brought her up since she was five years old, Shilo was as good as his daughter. He knew he couldn't ask Sansa or Arya to come to him in this dirty cell, they were both too young. He knew it was unfair to ask this of her, but out of the three of them she was the most mature. Shilo, sharing the same age as his son Robb was 16, technically a woman and ready for marriage; but Nedd couldn't find it in himself to set her up with a lord and send her from Winterfell, she was content with cousins.

Shilo pulled the basket over and started to rummage through it, "When Lord Varys told me you had requested to see me, he did drop a hint or two that you may be hungry, so I brought you a few things uncle. It isn't much but..."

"I'm sure it's more then enough, sweet girl."

Shilo pulled out a skin of water and held it to Ned's lips, she knew he was probably capable of doing this but she had heard the plans of King Joffery and the queen regent Cersei, and she knew he did not have long left in this world. Before he entered the world of Gods and joined her father, she could at least make things a bit easier. She then took the bread and cheese and grapes out of the basket and allowed her uncle to pick at them as he pleased.

"Shilo, sweet lady, I need you to know something." Ned turned to his niece, fearing she already knew his fate. "I fear my time is up, I can only hope that the king will have mercy on me and spare my life but...Shilo, I need you to promise me...you will look after Sansa and Arya. Look after my girls."

Shilo, cross with herself as her tears slipped down her cheeks, lowered her head. "I'm sorry Uncle, I regret to tell you that I have already failed. The day you were arrested, they sent soldiers for us. Sansa and I were with the Septa, Arya was with her dancing master...there hasn't been a hair of Arya seen since."

Nedd looked at the openly weeping girl in front of him and knew she meant every word. Shilo was so sorry she had lost Arya and Nedd reached out, rubbing her arm to comfort her. He knew it was not her fault but he knew she was also racked with guilt.

"Now, there dear girl." He spoke to her in a stern yet gentle voice. "You have not defied me nor lost your cousin. I will see to Arya..."

"But how?"

"Hush Shilo and listen. We have little time together now, I will see to arrangement being made about Arya, I will have her safe, as her sister and cousin will be. Shilo, lovely girl, promise me that you will keep Sansa safe. I fear she is naive about the world, her dreams, full of pretty gowns and charming princes, may soon be shattered and I need her to be safe and well."

"Yes Uncle, I swear."

"Swear it by the Old Gods and the New. Swear by the house of your father and the house of your mother."

"I swear it by the Old Gods and the New. I swear it by House Arryn of my father and House Tully of my mother."

"You know the words of your house?"

Shilo nodded meekly, "Yes."

"The House of your father? And your mother?"

"Yes Uncle."

"And the words of your father?"

"As high as honour."

"And that of your mother?"

" . Honour."

"Good girl, Shilo. Sansa will need you, she will need her cousin and a friend, a teacher and a guardian. Love her Shilo, more then anything or anyone."

"Yes Uncle, always."

Nedd hugged her smaller frame to his as the cell door opened and there stood Varys.

"You're welcome to keep the gifts from your sweet nice, but the falcon must now fly. Come child." Varys said softly to the two of them.

Nedd let go of her and spoke again, "Swear it by the house of your uncle Shilo."

Shilo stood up and dusted her dress off, "I swear it by my Lord Uncle's House. The House Stark of Winterfell."

Nedd watched as this niece, whom he had watched grow into a young woman, walked away from him, "And the words of mine?"

"I know them Uncle Nedd."

"Say them."

Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell watched as she turned to him in the doorway. She was a blank canvas, her face showed no indication of how she felt, a trait she had picked up from Catelynn. In a steady voice she said his words, "Winter is coming."

Nedd nodded and watched as Varys lead her away before saying, "That is child, I pray the Gods take mercy on you and Sansa and Arya. May they forbid my life, as long as they keep you safe.

Well there you go! Tell me what you think! This was the prologue to the story, which I think I will start in season three and lead up to season four. But tell me what you think?

UmbraLunae