AN: Hello guys. This is my first ASoIaF fic and I haven't read all the books. I get my information mostly from wikis, so if anything is wrong please feel free to notify me about it. I will keep to the books a little in the beginning (I'll use some characters who don't appear in TV), but all in all the story will have more elements from the TV series. It starts in 300 AC which means the characters have the same age as in TV.

This is a multi POV fic with a lot of different POVs like Alyssa, Aegon, Ned and more.

"It seems we will never arrive in Lys if there is no wind at all!" Uncle Rowan complained. Byren looked at his uncle and sighed.

Since they boarded the ship a few days before in a small port city he did nothing but complain. Sure, it was terribly boring here, but it would get better once they arrived in the Free City of Lys. Byren could think of nothing else but the amount of Lysene pleasure houses and the lusty girls inside. Just imagining it made him feel aroused.

"It was your idea to go there, Uncle!" He bit into a piece of salt meat. "Are you sure we'll find the dragon siblings there? That Westerosi King pays well for their heads!"

"Don't talk about our business in Lys that openly," Uncle Rowan hissed. "A lot of people are looking for the last remaining Targaryen children. And speaking for myself I want to get my hands on them before anyone else does. On them and a royal pardon from the king to return home."

Byren shrugged. He knew that his kin were from Westeros and that his uncle had been a lord somewhere, but that was before he was born, and his part of the family had lived in Essos for quite some time. The nephew had joined the uncle in the bloody business of assassination after his parents had passed away. He was quite skilled now. Rowan had taught him well.

Everyone else probably held them for travelers dressed in plain clothes, but underneath the tunics both had a belt of throwing knifes and tiny flasks filled with poison. In their strongbox were another two sets of weapons, a small bow and arrows. Yet, they looked harmless to the other passengers. It wouldn't do them any good, if someone realized their profession.

"For return we take a galley to King's Landing! At least then we won't have any problems with the wind!"

Byren was irritated by his uncle's optimism. Nobody they had met in the last few months had seen their prey and it was nearly impossible to find someone without any clues about their whereabouts.

It took them another three days to reach port and finally set foot into the island city. The two men found an inn on one of the less busy streets that seemed perfect for a temporary lair while they were searching the city. When the sun started to set, and the sky turned darker they found themselves in the inn's common room. They drank dark ale and ate honeyed chicken for supper.

"I'll go looking for a girl now. You stay here?" Byren asked.

"Aye! Just don't spend all your money on those whores!" Rowan laughed and emptied his mug. "I'll drink another one or two and wait for you in our room. Make sure to return before dawn to get some sleep before we start looking around tomorrow!" Both men grinned and Byren left in a hurry.

After all that traveling a woman by his side was the one thing he needed most. He could not even remember when he had pleasured himself with the company of women the last time. It must have been months or at least it felt like months.

When he found a pleasure house to his liking, he entered, and a courtesan invited him over.

"How can I help you m'lord?" She chirped and smiled at him. She was young not older than twenty and breathtakingly beautiful. Yet, his purse was not allowing him to take her.

"A lovely girl. Preferably with dark hair or a typical Lysene."

The woman smiled again. "You should try a Lysene girl. I have some girls of Valyrian origin. Silver hair and purple eyes. True exotics even for Essos." Now even Byren smiled.

"Sounds interesting. I guess I'll take one of them."

The courtesan brought over two girls younger than herself and both astonishing beautiful. He picked the older one, Vaela. She took his hand and let him upstairs into a secluded room with a large bed in the middle. They started kissing the moment he closed the door and Byren was sure this would be an interesting night. Vaela was quite straight forward and began undressing him. He put a hand under her chin and shook his head. She looked confused but stopped.

"Do you speak the Common Tongue?" He asked. She nodded. "Good. Then let's talk a little." He gently pushed her towards the bed and slowly undressed her. It did not take long since she was only wearing a loose silk dress with nothing underneath. He touched her breasts and the bare skin of her back. "You look quite exotic."

"Yes, m'lord. We are proud of our Valyrian heritage. You will find a lot of us here in Lys and nowhere else in the world. Valyrian blood is rare so you should consider yourself lucky." His hands wandered to her lower parts and when he caressed her inner tights she moaned softly. He knew she would tell him more interesting things when he continued to pleasure her.

"When you say so. Maybe you are a lucky woman. I'm a well-paying customer and I won't pay you with gold only." She moaned louder. He could see her getting wet. "Tell me more about those with Valyrian blood."

"There is not much to tell, m'lord. Old Valyria is long gone and the great dragonlords with it. Even the last bloodline of the dragonlords is nearly extinct. Rumor has it that the young dragon princess Daenerys is the most beautiful woman in the world and her brother the exiled king is said to be looking quite handsome himself. I fear you will only find lowborn people like me here in Lys."

"Too bad!" He pushed her onto the bed and kissed her lips down between her legs. "I'm very interested in Valyrian history. It would have been nice to meet someone who has seen the Targaryen siblings in real. I mean they are living history."

Between her moans she answered. "Nobody knows what they actually look like. When you are lucky you'll find a young couple at the market tomorrow. They stand out, so you can't miss them. I don't know their names, but I'm sure they can help you. People gossip they are siblings, but for me they look like lovers."

"See, and you told me there is not much to tell. I'm very thankful for your hints. Now let's get to the point!" He grinned, and she understood immediately. Smiling she pulled away his tunic and undid the laces of his breeches. Good thing he had left his weapons at the inn. The girl would have died of shock. As he kneeled naked next to her she spread her legs and the view was most inviting. But when he was over her ready to enter her body, she grabbed his shoulders and switched positions. Vaela was straight forward. She guided him inside her and moved her hips, first slowly then faster until both of them were covered in sweat and breathing heavily. She wasn't only beautiful but a master at her profession.

Amazingly satisfied he returned to the inn. Rowan was already in bed snorting when he entered the room. He locked the door and laid down on the empty bed, thinking about what Vaela had told him. He should look for a couple at the market. Not a very detailed information but at least a start. Should Daenerys and Viserys Targaryen be here in Lys the assassins would find them.

The next morning Byren made plans with Rowan and told him about his newest lead.

"Sounds like nonsense but try your luck. Maybe they have an interesting tale to tell."

Byren went out without breakfast. It was not that he was not hungry, but he feared to miss the couple if he was too late. The market place was quite huge, and it took him a while to find a spot from where he could see most of the market. He sat down under a large tree and watched as the market got crowded with time. It was about midday when a couple appeared that caught his eye. A boy and a girl both with silver-blond hair and fine clothes. Definitely not some lowborn peasants.

"Any progression, nephew?" Byren looked up, saw Uncle Rowan and nodded.

"See the couple over there? The ones with the silver hair and the fine clothes. Those are the ones Vaela has talked about."

"Vaela?"

"A whore!"

Rowan chuckled. "You and your information from whores!"

"How old do you think are they? Could it be them?"

"Hard to say. The girl would fit the age, but the boy I don't know. They seem a little too relaxed for being hunted. And they seem to be lovers."

"Vaela said they are rumored to be siblings." He watched them closer as they went by. The girl wore a lavender silk dress with a belt around her waist and the boy a grey brocade doublet with a cloak in the same color. The cloak was fastened with a clasp in form of a dragon. Byren smiled. "I think that's proof enough. I'll follow them to see where they sleep. Then we get them at nightfall."

Rowan nodded and put a hand on his nephew's shoulder. "Be careful, boy! We must be sure about them. Do nothing risky alone. Come fetch me and we do it together!"

Byren agreed and followed the couple through the city. Lys was interesting. The port city covered the whole island it was built on and therefore it was surrounded by water at all sides. At the north-east end of the city was a keep. The street leading to the keep had a lot of big town houses and his targets entered one of those big houses. He looked around and saw a beggar across the street in an alley. He gave him a coin.

"Can you tell me, who lives in this house?" He asked him in the Common Tongue. The man frowned and Byren asked the same question in Bastard Valyrian. It was not his preferable language, but the man seemed to understand.

"A merchant and his wife. They sell gems and jewelry, but I have never seen him or her. Just the boy and the girl who entered the house." He stopped and looked at Byren, demanding. He rolled his eyes and gave the man another coin. "They moved in not long ago. People gossip about the wife. They tell she is a highborn lady from the Westerosi Houses, who ran away from home, but it's only rumors!" The young assassin nodded and carefully surrounded the house. When he was sure that he had found the best way to enter he retreated and decided to visit Vaela again.

After spending some time with the whore, he met Rowan in the inn. They ate supper in the common room and when it was dark outside they equipped their weapons and went for the hunt. As they arrived at the targets' house Byren felt the adrenaline kick in. The expectation of taking a life soon made his blood boiling under his skin. The house was completely dark, and it seemed even the servants had already gone to bed. They circled the house and found the tree that was high enough to get onto the balcony and easy to climb even for his uncle.

"I looked through the windows on the first floor. There were guards patrolling. Maybe we should wait and kill them in the morrow when they leave the house." Byren smiled. His uncle was always careful when it came to guards, but Byren liked it to sneak and hide from their eyes. It was the most interesting part in their business.

"You can wait here if you are too scared. It's only some guards, Uncle! Nothing we should bother with. Come on there is only one guard on this floor." They entered the house silently through and open window. Byren unsheathed his dagger and sneaked closer to the guard. He would be collateral damage. With a swift move he covered the man's mouth with his left hand and cut his throat with the right. His uncle followed behind and they opened the door to the first room. It was empty. In the second they were luckier. It was the girl's room and she slept soundly in her bed. The canopy was closed on one side. He signaled his uncle to return to the empty room in case she would notice him. Rowan ignored him and hid behind the curtains. His dagger still dripping with the guard's blood, he was about to cover her mouth when her eyes snapped open and she kicked him in the stomach. She grabbed his arms and forced him backwards pushing the dagger away from her throat. She looked like an angel with her silver hair, fair skin and large purple eyes. Far more beautiful than Vaela.

Rowan did not move behind the curtains. Byren grinned. He would not let himself get defeated by a little girl no matter how strong she was. He managed to overpower her, and his dagger landed a hit on her forearm. The wound was deep, and she screamed in pain. Damn bitch! Now probably everyone in the house was awake and aware of the intruders. It took only seconds before a woman arrived in the doorframe. Byren turned his head to take a short look at her. She was small framed with fair skin and long dark brown hair. Her hand was on her swollen belly. The gods won't be happy about killing a pregnant woman. When the newcomer saw the cut on the girl's arm her eyes filled with anger. She ran towards him, picked up a silk scarf from a nearby cupboard and started to strangle him. It all went so fast he did not know what to do. His eyes returned to the girl sitting on the floor and pressing a piece of cloth on the wound. He should have poisoned his weapon before coming here. Grave mistake. Rowan still would not come to his help. The woman pulled stronger and Byren gasped for air. He could not breathe and dropped the dagger. He felt his body get limp and the world around him turned black. In his final thought he laughed ironically. Killed by a woman with a silk scarf.

Rowan watched the scene in horror not able to move even a finger. He saw his beloved nephew, the last of his kin except himself, gasping for air but the woman did not stop. He remembered what Byren had told him at supper. The house belonged to a jewelry merchant and his wife. So, this was the wife. A furious woman from Westeros, a Northerner by her looks and in the last stages of pregnancy. She was good looking probably not much older than thirty years. What was she doing here? His heart ached when Byren's body dropped to the ground his eyes still open.

More people poured into the room and Rowan knew he would not get out of there alive. The first guard, a man with a large greatsword in both his hands dropped the elegant weapon and ran over to the pregnant woman. The sword had a milky white blade, a weapon well known in his native country. Dawn, the ancestral sword of House Dayne. It had disappeared in Robert's Rebellion around the same time he had fled to Essos. Rowan's blood froze when the woman opened her mouth to talk to the guard.

"I'm okay, Ser Arthur! He is dead, but Alyssa is hurt!"

He was in the same room as the legendary Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning and Kingsguard to the late king Aerys II Targaryen. Ser Arthur had been the personal guard of the Prince of Dragonstone, Rhaegar Targaryen. A Northern woman, children with Valyrian traits and a former Kingsguard to protect them? Rowan swallowed hard. He probably just had uncovered the greatest secret of the Seven Kingdoms in recent history and his suspicions would soon be proven right.

The boy Rowan and Byren had seen in the market spotted him behind the curtains. He took a sword from one of the guards and cut the curtain above Rowan's head.

"Here is a second one. Seriously Alyssa, what have you done to receive not only one assassin but two and in your bedchambers?" The boy laughed and pressed the tip of the sword under Rowan's chin.

"Just shut your mouth, Aegon! I did nothing, and you know that!" So, their names were Aegon and Alyssa. The heir and his future sister-wife.

Rowan, knowing when a fight was lost, dropped all his weapons and two of the guards escorted him out of the room and down the stairs in large room with a long table in the middle. They forced him to sit down on one of the chairs. Somewhere a heavy door was closed, and people began talking. The first to enter was the boy, Aegon. He positioned a second chair directly in front of Rowan and sat down himself.

"You must surely be a coldblooded killer, that you did nothing when the lady killed your son or were you too shocked?"

"He was my nephew."

"He picked a fight with the wrong person. The lady knows no mercy when it comes to her child. Who gave you the order to kill my half-sister?"

Rowan swallowed. "Nobody. My nephew confused her with someone else. We didn't know who she was."

"You didn't know? And now you know?"

"Yes, I'm quite aware of who you are, mylord!" Rowan hissed.

"How does a highborn from the Seven Kingdoms end up as an assassin in Essos?"

"Being on the losing side in a war. I guess pretty much the same reason why you are here."

"And you wanted to kill Alyssa to get pardoned by Robert Baratheon? There is no prize on her head, but she would easily pass as Daenerys Targaryen. Robert pays well for her head."

Rowan knew, that there was no way out for him, so why lie? "Yes, he does or for the information that his betrothed is still alive. Giving her to him and I'm sure he would even give me a castle in exchange for his lost love, Lyanna Stark."

"I'm sure he has long forgotten about me as I have about him."

"We'll see how he reacts when he is informed about this. Or you'll see because I'll be gone soon. We found you, others will follow. The king won't stop until everyone who poses a threat to his reign is dead. Starting with the dragon spawn how he calls you. You are his archenemies. Varys will know soon."

Panic aroused in their eyes when he mentioned the spider. It was a lie on his side because he himself never contacted the Master of Whisperers, but the lie was hopefully strong enough to end this conversation and his life. He was tired of talking, tired of life.

"Do not listen to him." Another voice came from outside the room. A terribly melodic voice he had heard before, but the speaker never showed himself. Rowan used the small distraction to free his hands and remove the small vial from his rough leather bracelet, He opened it and before anyone could stop him poured the colorless fluid into his mouth. The poison's effect took in and he began coughing. His vision blurred, and he felt the convulsions all over his body. A quick and clean death.

AN: I hope you liked the prologue. It is a little vague, but I liked the idea of having an introduction to the story from the perspective of a non-relevant minor character (who dies at the end of the prologue :D) English is not my native language, so feel free to correct my mistakes. I like critiques, but please no flaming. When you don't like my fic, just don't read it.

The chapters will hopefully all be around 2,500 to 3,000 words long and I fear that I won't uptade this story regularly. There will also be a prequel story which takes place around the Tourney of Harrenhal and Robert's Rebellion.

This fic is crossposted on AO3 under the same pen name.