Dark Wings, Dark Words

You win or you die.

"Ashanna pack your things." Her father said as he walked into her room. Ashanna looked at him curiously as she jumped to her feet.

"What happened?" Ashanna asked.

"We need to leave Ashanna. Make sure your sisters are ready by the time I return." He said as he left her room. Ashanna genuinely smiled as she began to pack her things.
She was finally going home.

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Sansa wasn't happy about leaving and Ashanna wasn't happy when she heard her father was attacked in the middle of the street by the Kingslayer.

Ashanna pushed open her father's bedroom doors violently. Her father watched her as she came closer to where he lay. His leg was completely bandaged. The golden haired monster had put a spear through his leg.

"I told you coming here was a bad idea." She muttered.

"Ashanna.." Her father began but Ashanna kept talking.

"Why do you even trust Littlefinger? He's a snake. On the same level as those golden haired murderers." Ashanna seethed as she sat beside her father on his bed.

"Hush, Ashanna. You never know who could be listening." He warned.

"Let them listen. I want them to hear." She said venomously.

"Ashanna, it was you who believed that being kind and polite to these people would save us trouble down the road." Her lord father pointed out. Ashanna shrugged.

"That was before the Kingslayer crippled my little brother and maimed my father." Ashanna hissed to herself.

"Sweet girl, control your temper." Her father said softly.

"... We should go home." Ashanna said suddenly. Her father studied her carefully.

"What did you see?" He asked. Ashanna shook her head.

"I haven't had a vision since we got here... I just feel... That something's coming... Something dark and.. It'll bring death with it." Ashanna said quietly.

"When the King returns from the hunt we shall return to Winterfell." Her father says conceding.

"Promise?" Ashanna asked in a hopeful voice.
Her father nodded.

Ashanna jumped to her feet with excitement and sprinted to the door.

"Ashanna." Her father called. She whirled around to look at him.

"Be careful." He warned. Ashanna flashed him a warm smile.

"I always am."
After those words she closed the door

She followed her father a few days after through the gardens. He was unaware of his presence as she hid.

He was confronting the queen regarding her children who were fathered by her own brother and not the king.
Queen Cerci didn't even looked surprised before uttering those words before leaving my father.

"When you play the game of thrones you win or you die. There is no middle ground."

When Cerci left Ashanna jumped out of her hiding place and ran to her Lord father.

"Why would you even confront her?" Ashanna asked questingly.

"Ashanna? What are you doing here?" Her father asked curiously. Ashanna rested her hands on her hips.

"I've been following you around since your injury." She said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"The book. You've read it?" He asked wearily. Ashanna nodded.

"You let it on your desk." She shrugged.

"And?" He pressed.

"I'm surprised more people haven't figured it out.. Compare Joffrey to Gendry there meant to be half brothers and They bare no resemblance to each other." Ashanna whispered.
Her Lord father held up a tired hand.

"I thought I told you to stay out of trouble." He said tirelessly.

"Technically father, you said to be careful." Ashanna corrected.

"I have a feeling you have something to tell me Ashsnna." Her Lord father sighed. Ashanna nodded.

"You shouldn't of told her, father. We need to leave. She's going to ruin us."