Disclaimer: I do not own anything ASOIAF or Game of Thrones. If I did I would have Richard Madden and Nikolaj Coster Waldau in my basement. The only thing I own is my OC Visenya Reyne.

A/N: Okie dokie here is chapter 1! This chapter is in 3rd person POV, but the rest will all be in 1st person! Review, Favorite, and Follow! This takes place before and during the beginning of the series, this chapter is pretty much just a prolouge. The next chapter will be the actual beginning of the story! Hope y'all enjoy!

Much Love,

Anna

Castamere, 260 AL.

A peircing scream jostled 17 year old Anya Reyne from her bed at an ungodly hour of the morning, she slowly climbed out of her bed and crept to the open balcony door that over looked the ocean. When she looked towards the courtyard and saw that it had been set ablaze, she ran back into her room to see her mother standing in front of the closed and locked door.

"Anya you must leave. The Lannisters are here." She managed to breathe out as she clutched the youngest Reyne, Marlaena, close to her chest.

"What do you mean the Lannister's are here? I thought father said that Tytos didn't have it in him to attack us?" Anya responded, her voice filled with panic. The Lannister's were not a force to be reckoned with, and her entire family had managed to piss them off.

"Neither did we, but his son, Tywin, is leading the Lannister forces against us." The young womans mother looked into her daughters fear filled eyes and pulled her into a deep hug.

"Anya we don't have time to talk, take your sister and run. Maester Aerwin is waiting for you. He will take you and Marlaena to Kings Landing, Prince Aerys and Princess Rhaella need a young woman to care for their young son Rhaegar. Whatever you do, protect your little sister Anya." She said releasing her daughter from the hug.

Anya nodded and took her baby sister from her mother after wiping away tears that had yet to spill over. Her mother kissed the both of them on their heads and placed two pouches in the oldest girls hands. She ushered her daughter into the door underneath the chest that rested at the foot of Anya's bed. As soon as Anya and Marlaena were safely underground they looked up at their mother who simply mouthed "I Love You." before the lid of the chest door was closed and the sound of Lady Reyne's screames resonated even into the underground tunnel.

Anya didn't even have time to react before the sound of Maester Aerwin's footsteps radiated through the small hallway.

"My lady, please follow me. We must get your sister and yourself away from this." He carefully led the two Reynes out of the tunnels and out of a cave by the ocean. As they came to a stop beside a small boat Anya looked up to see the one place she knew ablaze, all of her family dead. She hardly has time to let a tear sneak out of her eye before Maester Aerwin had forced the young woman and her sister into the boat.

The sudden movement caused Marleana to awaken. The small babe, no older than 3 months old, let out a loud scream that Anya quickly covered up by hugging her sister close to her chest. Turning around in the boat to face the cliffs of Castamere, Anya was met with the sight of her home burning to the ground. She closed her eyes and made up her mind. As she clutched her baby sister to her chest she knew one thing and one thing only. No matter what or how long it took, they would have their revenge.

Kings Landing, 282 AL.

Marlaena Reyne, or Carthell as she was now called, let out a scream of pain as the queen's midwife sat between her legs. The baby that she had carried for 9 months could not have picked a worse time to come into the world, Robert Baratheon's forces had broken through the walls of the city and they were not being merciful. Queen Rhaella, Gretty the midwife, Anya, and poor Marlaena where stuffed into a cellar below the dungeons. If Robert's forces discovered that Marlaena's child was that of Rhaegar Targaryen's he would kill them all, much like he had done to Rhaegar's wife and two children.

Marlaena and Rhaegar had been together for almost 6 years, they would have married if his father had not married him to the Martell girl Elia. The marriage had not put an end to their relationship however, they had known each other since they were babes and a marriage would not break them apart. When Marlaena discovered that she was with child Rhaegar had been gone from Kings Landing for weeks,having taken of with the young Stark girl, so she was forced to confide in the queen. Rhaella had always been a sort of surrogate mother to both Anya and Marlaena after their arrival in Kings Landing, and Queen Rhaella had been very understanding and took Marlaena as one of her personal handmaidens. The queen of course knew of the young women's parantage, but upon Anya's request she had not revealed anything to Marlaena. Anya had been very weary of Marlaena learning of their true parantage so she had always told her that their parents were mere merchants that were killed by a bad spout of the sickness after Marlaena was born, thankfully she has believed it.

Anya sat beside her sisters side holding her hand as she tried her hardest to get the babe to leave her. Her screams were getting louder and the queen had stuffed a garment of wool into the young woman's mouth to soften the sounds. As Marlaena's black hair caked with sweat stuck to her body her brown eyes snapped open as she gave one last almighty push, with this push the babe was expelled from her body and into the midwife's arms.

Marlaena let out a tired sigh as the queen released the hand that she had been holding, and the wool fell from her mouth onto the cold damp floor. Anya's green eyes focused on her sister and then on the babe whimpering in the midwife's arms as she handed the babe to the queen.

"Sweet Marlie, you have gifted me with a beautiful little granddaughter." The queen smiled through tears. Marlaena gave a watery smile and took the babe from the older woman's arms.

"Sweet sister, what shall you name her?" Anya whispered, looking at her new niece.

The new mother gave a wide smile before replying with a simple

"Visenya."

A/N: Okay I am going to be honest here, and I am sure that you have realized this. I suck at 3rd person POV. So forgive me and please continue to read this! Review, Favorite and Follow! Thank Y'all for reading!

Much Love,

Anna.