Hello! My name is Violetta, and I'm from Venezuela. This is my first published fanfic and my first attempt to write anything from Game of Thrones, so forgive me if it's lame sometimes.

DISCLAIMER: I'm only owner of this story and Senna, the rest is creation of George R. R. Martin

CHAPTER I

"Your Highness, his Grace asks for your presence at his chambers" Senna's handmaiden, Olympia, interrupted her reading quietly, while making a small curtsey. Senna made a frustrated sigh, as she was trying to read that chapter for days, but just it seemed impossible, she was a high figure in the court, so apparently she had more important things to do. She left the book on the table, got up, nodded and left.

"Father?" Senna knocked at his father's office's door and opened, Robert Baratheon looking through the window.

"Yes, my dear" he turned around and smiled at her "I have something to give to you" he grabbed a fur sack and gave it to her "Open it" he said while smirking.

Senna sat on the chair closest to the desk and unwrapped the object, to find a sword inside of it "What is this" she asked confused.

"A sword, my dear, my gift to you" Robert sat on the other chair, at the other side of the desk.

"Why? Joffrey doesn't has one".

"The gifts I make to you are not dependent of the ones I make to your brother. He might be the heir, but you're my eldest daughter, and, -do not tell him- I like you more" He said smirking and laughed.

She got up, letting the sword on the desk and hugged him "Thank you, thank you!" she said while kissing his cheek.

"Yes, yes" Robert laughed "Now, sit, I must warn you some things" she sat quickly, looking at him with full attention "First, you must learn to use it, Syrio Forel will teach you how to do so properly. He is the best of the best, and I hope you enjoy your lessons with him" Senna nodded "Second, you must not let anybody but Syrio, me, and your guard know that you have a sword, and even less that you're getting lessons. Specially you must keep it a secret from your mother, your uncles, and your brothers, from every single Lannister blonde head you see" she nodded again, with a confused look "And lastly, you must give him -or her- a name".

Senna grabbed her sword again, looking at the gold details on the grip and the pommel "A she, 'Fate'" she mumbled, still looking at her sword.

Robert lifted his gaze "Why?" he asked.

"Because she will define the fates of many men" she looked at him in the eyes. Robert straightened and nodded slowly, scared that there was Lannister than Baratheon on his daughter.

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Senna wasn't a person that got scared easily, yet when she faced Syrio Forel looking straight at her eyes and giving her odd advices, such as chasing cats for agility or going to the kitchen to take fruits without getting discovered, that one for silence, she felt truly scared, and looked a lot at the window in the room, wondering if she could jump. She usually felt like wasting her time, but her father insisted that he was the best teacher she could ever ask for, and that she should take as an example how amazing his sword skills were thanks to him, although she had never seen him with a sword, something not odd, considering he mostly spent his times either drinking or fucking expensive whores. Other times, she really felt like learning, as when he taught her how to make man willingly give her their sword or, if that didn't work, how to take their sword with just one move of her own. She was really pleased with her teacher, because even though he taught her things that made no sense, such as how to speak to death, he also gave her a deeper look on the world.

Leaving her thoughts away from her teacher, she started to think in the following trip she would make with her family to Winterfell, specifically thinking in Robb Stark, the eldest son of Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell. A tall and handsome young man, with Tully blue eyes and messy hair, and that silly smirk that made her jiggle with just thinking about it, as she was doing just now. Besides of his appeal, she genuinely enjoyed of his company, they too shared many common interests, and she really hoped and prayed to the Seven, that her and his parents would betroth them, yet she doubted so would happen, as her mother planned to wed Joffrey with Sansa, Robb's younger sister. She understood it, it made way more sense to their house to bring a norther daughter of a Lord to marry a future King, than to give away the eldest daughter of a King, to marry a norther Lord.

It made her angry being the eldest daughter, yet she was considered less as she wasn't seeing as the eldest daughter of the King, but instead the future King's sister, all because she was born a girl and not a boy. She had thought that in the Seven Kingdoms everybody believed in the right by birth, not in the right by gender, but she found out she was wrong at age seven, when fighting with Joffrey, she told him to stop, that he couldn't defy the future Queen, then he laughed and dropped the bomb, he was the actual heir. Senna got furious that day, and locked herself in her bedroom for an entire day and night, until she decided it was stupid behaving like that, and that she would get it over time, ten summers later, she still hadn't but she hide it really well. It angered that her naive brother would be King -her King- when he did not know anything of justice, kindness, history, or responsibility, and even though she did not had many of those qualities, she at least had common sense, and knew that if her parents agreed to change the law and make her what she was, the rightful heiress, she would do a better job than Joffrey, because even if there were matters where she wouldn't know what to do, she could leave it to the Council, and she herself would occupy of make sure the borders were always protected, and that her army would be always on perfect circumstances, prepared for whatever it could happen.

Sadly for her, she would have to accept she would not ever be the ruler, instead her brother will, unless he died and left no child.

Senna had realized a few years before that she did not really love her brother, and she was asking herself, every time more frequently, if she would end up with the life of the boy who shared her blood. She was tempted to do so.

I really hope you enjoyed it! I just want to make clear also that some future scenes/quotes made by other characters will be made by Senna, as I feel they are way too good to not include (I hope that doesn't bothers anyone) If you have any ideas for the next chapter you are more than welcome!