(a/n: Hello one and all! Welcome to my first, and probably only, attempt at a Game of Thrones fic. I had this idea in my head for a while and thought to give it a shot. Probably a little out of character but I hope you enjoy it.)

The Pale Man

Cersei, the queen of the Seven Kingdoms and member of one of the most influential Houses in Westeros, was almost at her wits end.

The queen sat alone in her chambers, cradling a goblet of wine in her hands and did her best to try and alleviate her stress. She didn't know why she was feeling like this. The whole situation was ridiculous but it could not be helped.

For the past week, Cersei had a sick, creeping feeling in her stomach that gnawed away at her constantly. No matter what she did or where she went, the queen felt as if there was some sort of dark, unearthly shadow following her like a wolf stalking a wounded stag. Although there was a vigilant guard posted everywhere, keeping watch as they usually do, Cersei didn't feel secure.

As the day's progress and the unease ate away at her and her ability to sleep, Cersei dreamt of the day she met that filthy witch, Maggy.

Even after all these years, the queen could still remember vividly that horrid creature and her damned prophecy.

As a young girl, Cersei went to see this so called witch for herself with Melara Hetherspoon in tow. Although most of the finer details of the experience were still foggy, the queen can still see it unfold in front of her, all clear as day as she sat alone in her dimly lit chambers.

The squalid little hut in the forest and the cluttered interior swam into view. The overpowering smell of spices, mud and animals filled the air.

Maggy, known as Maggy the Frog in rumors that spread from Lannisport to Casterly Rock, was fast asleep on a cot bundled up in furs and rags. The witch awoke and demanded that they leave at once. Cersei laughed and said that her father owned the land and could have the witch's eyes gouged out if she wanted. She demanded that the witch tell her future. After a warning and another refusal, the witch grudgingly agreed.

The dirty woman pricked the Lannister girl's finger and tasted her blood. Maggy then gave Cersei her prediction, which still haunted her to this very day. The young girl asked if she would marry the prince, but the witch told her "Never, you will wed the king" and later added that while the king shall have scores of children, Cersei will only have three.

The prophecy concluded with the witch's warning that Cersei would lose all her children and that worms would consume her. The horrid, wretched woman cackled like mad. The regent shuddered at the memory. Maggy's laughter echoed through her memories and her face appeared for a split second before her eyes.

What worried her the most was what she said before Cersei and Melara departed.

As she turned to leave, Maggy grabbed the Lannister girl's wrist and looked deeply into her eyes. Her yellow eyes carried something akin to fear. The witch's face was pale as freshly fallen snow.

"Beware him, child" said Maggy, hoarsely "Beware the Pale Man, for he shall haunt your every step, your every nightmare. He shall come in the darkest night and take all that is yours".

Cersei thought nothing of those words or of her prediction. For a time she thought Maggy as nothing more than a mad woman squatting on her father's land, living off of the fears and superstitions of the commoners. With the end of the Mad King and her marriage to Robert, Cersei then realized that if the dirty woman in that hut were correct about her marriage, then maybe she would be correct about other things.

Years passed and the prophecy of Maggy the Frog slowly faded into the back of her memory, until this past week.

After a session with the small council, as Cersei was walking to her chambers, she saw a shadowy form dart past in the corner of her eye. Quickly, she spun around and caught sight of something move around a corner. When she peered around that corner, the queen saw nothing but empty corridor.

For a moment the queen thought that she might have been seeing things. But before she turned to return to her chambers, Cersei could have sworn that she caught whiff of mint and lemons and heard soft laughter.

The night prior, she awoke and could've sworn that there was an intruder in her room. Quickly, the queen managed to light a candle and soon felt foolish when she saw that the shape in the corner of the chambers was nothing more than the drawn back curtains moving gently on the breeze that came rolling in from the sea.

Before her fears could be put to rest, Cersei noticed something strange. Planted into the surface of the small table near her bed, was a gleaming new dagger. The dagger was a handsome blade, long and slender and wrapped in a soft square green cloth made of fine silk. What unsettled Cersei was that when she folded the cloth, her senses were met with the overpowering scent of lemon and mint.

Embroidered on the square of soft cloth, was a purple moon that grinned mockingly at the queen.

Robert was away for at least another month, dealing with some of his kingly duties in Storm's End. Which was all well and good for the queen. She could take care of this situation before it got out of hand.

The queen got to work that night, not bothering to wait for dawn.

The Kingsguard were promptly summoned and a search was conducted of the Maegor's Holdfast, the Red Keep and, eventually, of the rest of King's Landing.

There was no sign of the owner of the dagger and grinning moon sigil.

The mystery only deepened when even Varys, the master of whisperers, whose web spreads far and wide, for all of his spies and his secrets, was left perplexed.

"This sigil does not belong to any known house" reported the eunuch, sounding a little disappointed "Great or small, neither in Westeros or in Essos. It is unknown to me and none of my little birds have any information either." For as long as the queen has known Varys, there hadn't been a single secret or a whisper that escaped him.

It was both a surprise and unnerving to find that even the seemingly all-knowing spider was ignorant of something. The queen didn't like it.

"There has to be something!" growled Cersei, livid "Anything! I need to know if this is a legitimate threat on my life or if this is some cruel jape!"

Despite the obvious fury and displeasure that she expressed, the eunuch merely shrugged. In the end, the master of whisperers told the queen that he would inform her of anything should arise.

Both the City Watch and the Kingsguard were ordered to be more vigilant and patrols around the city and the Red Keep, the Maegor's Holdfast specifically, were increased. To emphasize the seriousness of the situation to the knights of the Kingsguard, the City Watch and other men at arms in King's Landing, the queen promised a handsome reward to those who killed any intruder baring the moon sigil, extra if said intruder was brought to her alive.

Ser Barristan Selmy, and later Jaime, assured the queen that no intruder would breach the castle, but the words of the legendary knight and her brother did little to assuage her fears.

Cersei's thoughts were pulled back to the present when there was a soft knock at the door of her chambers.

Casting a glance at the door, Cersei grunted "Enter!"

Silence replied.

She turned her head towards the door and frowned. "Enter!" said Cersei, a little louder. Again, silence met her command.

For a moment, annoyance overpowered Cersei's unsettled feelings. The queen rose from her chair and stomped to the door and threw it open to find . . . an empty, silent corridor. Cersei scowled and peered out into the empty corridor to find it empty with not a soul in sight.

The queen immediately thought of the mysterious intruder, the owner of the moon sigil but she firmly assured herself that it was impossible. The City Watch and the Kingsguard are on high alert and the Red Keep was closed up for the night. The queen's thoughts then reasoned that it was probably a jape from Jaime, maybe Tyrion or, more likely, a foolish guard, thinking he could mock the queen and get away with it.

"We'll see about that" murmured the Lannister monarch. She turned to return to her chambers but she paused.

Lying at her feet, in front of the doorway, was a single rose. The rose had a long, slender stem dotted with thorns like warts and was topped with petals of a deep shade of purple. Cersei looked about the empty corridor, as if to find the owner of the flower but, again, saw nobody.

The queen stooped down and scooped up the flower and upon closer inspection, she saw a tiny bow of fine green silk hidden underneath the flower petals. Stitched into the silk, was a tiny, grinning purple moon.

Cersei felt a mixture of dread and panic coil up within her like a viper but as the monarch tried to puzzle out how this rose reached her door, something small and warm land on her wrist. The queen looked and, to her shock, saw a drop of blood.

The drop was red as wine and felt warm on her skin. In the blink of an eye, two more drops of blood landed on her wrist and her sleeve.

The queen looked up and felt her own blood turn to ice. Smeared on the ceiling in wine red blood, was a message. Although it was partially hidden in shadow, there was enough torchlight to make out what it said: "Ha! Ha!"

"Guards!" cried the queen, not bothering to contain her panic and fury.

The man strolled through the cramped streets of Flea Bottom unhindered.

The man inhaled deeply and sighed with pleasure. It was always fun to take an evening stroll in King's Landing.

The sights, the sounds and all that which accompanied life in the vibrant capital were invigorating. Splendor, opulence, corruption, hatred, and depravity…all these things were like fine wine to the man and the capital was like a cask filled to the brim with it.

A few cutthroats and thieves attempted to confront him but once they saw his face, the men retreated in fear. "Such dangerous times we live in" mused the man as he strolled on, unbothered by the experience.

For the past week, the man was simply sampling it; taking little sips here and there. Soon, he will gorge himself upon the misery of this entire wretched heap of dung, including the queen.

The queen, such a horrid woman, thought the man. His initial impression was that she was such a horrible, cruel and power mad leech. Perhaps it was because of these traits that the man fell head over heels in love with her, like an oaf in one of those stupid songs that minstrels continuously screech about.

Sighing, the man threw a longing glance over his shoulder back towards the Red Keep. He was a fair distance away. The imposing castle sat perched upon a hill, glaring down tiny buildings huddled around it.

"Soon, my pretty" sighed the man "I will be seeing you again".

Even at this distance, he could see some of the guards, a cluster of Gold Cloaks, scurrying about and shouting.

The man with no name grinned and began to chuckle. His chuckle started out low and soft, then it grew louder and more out of control like wild fire. Soon the man was cackling like mad. He unbuckled the breastplate and threw off the golden cloak he wore, revealing a green and purple tunic with a grinning moon stitched on his breast.

The man continued to cackle as he sauntered off through Dragon's Gate and out of the city, passing the two Gold Cloaks he encountered earlier.

One lay sprawled out on the ground naked, and the other sat slumped over by a boulder.

The man placed the borrowed helmet on the ground beside its original owner and he dropped the rest of the stolen attire on the ground beside the dead man. "Thank you kind ser!" thanked the man, politely. He turned to the other man and bowed his head a little to the other slain man "And to you ser! Remember, be ever vigilant!"

He giggled and patted the dead man on the head.

The tall, pale man ran his fingers through his unnaturally green hair and heaved a sigh of relief.

It was so good to be free of that burdensome armor and cloak. Useful in typical combat and in war but it can be quite cumbersome.

The man strolled onward down the empty but well traveled road, leaving behind King's Landing and the two smiling, dead bodies behind, feeling satisfied that he caused enough trouble for the night.

The End?

(a/n: So, what do you think? I got a few other ideas that i can use to add on to this. If i do continue this, they'll be one shots, using other Batman/Dc characters but in GoT universe. They'll be somewhat connected too. Anyway, the Pale Man title came from Batman Endgame and i thought that it was a cool, other name for the Joker. I tried to combine a little of the books with the show as well but whatever. Well, that's all. Let me know what you think. You want more? Let me know. If not... oh well!)