Asena, the mother of Wolves

Chapter 2

A loud and echoing knock came on her door at morning. She sighed and opened it to see her father. She invited him in and he took a seat at her bed.
"I want to apologise. We've known what you are since before you were born. That's why I gave you the name I did. Asena. It means she wolf. I haven't been the father you need. But now we have a problem." His face looked stern and she sat down as well.
"Jon Arryn is dead, and the king is coming to Winterfell. You know very well that this will be an issue for you."
"I know. But I'll try to follow the rules. He knows I exist so I can't just not show up." He nods.

In about a months time, the wolves had grown considerably. Bran spotted the King down the road and all the Starks lined up. Asena stood right in between Robb and Sansa. The king came and they all kneeled. Asena hated every second of it. When they rose she watched as her father greeted the king as an old friend. She rolled her eyes at them and he greeted Robb. When he came over to her, he smiled.
"Who knew this old fuck could create such a beautiful woman?"
"All of the Starks. After all..it's in our blood to be strong and beautiful as the Direwolves of our flag."
"Indeed. You remind me of your aunt Leanna. The same strong and rebellious attitude."
"Some think I'm more her daughter than Neice." He shut up at that. Rejecting the mere thought of his betrothed having another mans child. He greeted Sansa and the rest of the Stark children before asking Eddard to lead him to the Winterfell Crypts.

The feast is lively and she is disgusted by his hogging around with the whores. She feeds her wolf whom she named Shadow under the table. They were told to pen up the wolves but she as usual refused to do as she was told. She haded Shadow bits of meat while she ate and drank wine. She was allowed 2 cups. She sat right beside Robb who was as usual, ignoring her.

She had enough of her boredom and went up to where Sansa was speaking with the queen.
"Oh. Who might you be? Asena, right?"
"Yes. I am Asena Stark."
"How old are you Asena?"
"15 my lady."
"Have you bled?"
"Yes although I don't see why that concerns you."
"My son Joffrey will need a bride soon. I am deciding between you and you sister Sansa here."
"Sansa would be happy to take you offer. However I must decline. I have no interest in being with your son."
Her expression hardens and she looks to Sansa.
"Very well then. Sansa it is."

She walked away but snuck up carefully behind them after slipping off her shoes.
"Is your daughter always this disrespectful."
"Unfortunately yes. However you should be glad it's Sansa. Asena is a freak. A Changer."
"Those disgusting creatures that turn into mutts and have that vile black blood?"
She nods.
"Yes."
She walks away having heard enough. It hurts her everytime her mother says those things but at the same time she likes hearing them as if one day she may be able to use it against er mother. She walks to the courtyard to see her Uncle Benjen and she runs to him. He picks her up in his arms and spins her.
"Oh you look beautiful Asena! You've gotten quite strong too. I see you've been doing the extra training I instructed." He was the only one who she ever truly felt cared other that Arya, Sansa, and Jon. He stuck up for her no matter what.
"Yes uncle Benjen. So have you decided?"
"Yes my dear. However it will not be easy. We can sneak you away easily but we have to get word to your father to ease his worry."
"Does Jon know?"
"Not yet. I figured it should be a surprise for him." She nods and hugs him once more.
"Thank you. And I've been careful with getting cuts like you said."
"Good. Your ability is very rare so it has to be a secret if possible." She nods and then he goes I side to speak to her father about Jon going to the wall with him.

She walks over to Jon and he tossed her a sword. She smirks and catches it smoothly. They circle each other and soon the sounds of metal clanging and grunting are heard. A few people come outside to see the commotion and they all watch as the two skillfully fight with one hand behind their backs. Soon they notice it's their right hands. They are fighting left handed. The fight goes on for a while with Asena never even breaking a sweat.
"What's going on here?!" The drunken king shots through the crowd that now surrounded them. They lowered their swords and turned to him.
"We were sparring my King." Jon answers.
"Who taught a woman to fight?" He scoffed.
"I did. I've been training myself for years with very little help from my uncle Benjen and Jon."
"Enough now. A woman shouldnt be fighting. Women are meant for three things. Fucking. Marriage. And children. Other than that. Nothing."

She was very tempted to strike him but instead got an idea.
"How about this. I propose, you send your best swordsman to battle against me. If I win, I am free to fight and be who I please, if I loose, I abide y your rules and give up my freedom." He grunts and looks to Jamie.
"So be it." Eddard looks with worry while Benjen and Jon look with hope.