Munda awoke to an empty hut. She didn't recognise her surroundings in the morning light and her naked state concerned her. But then the more she remembered the events of the previous night, the more concerned she became for a different reason.
I got stolen by a man I know nothing about. Well, except for how good he made me feel.
But she also remembered how it all started. Jon wanted information about her father and their camp, and she wanted to distract him from getting that information from her brothers.
She was alone now. She could just run away if she wanted to. But that just wasn't done. Their traditions were sacred to her. Jon had done nothing to hurt her, so she had to be a good wife to her in return.
"You're a good spearwife, Munda. And you are going to get your reward."
His words came to her mind unbidden, making her blush at the thought of future rewards.
But she had to remember her brothers as well. What if Jon found them and decided to take them with him as well? What if he decided he no longer needed her?
No, that can't be. He promised he'd take care of me.
And despite everything, she believed in his promise. But she could still warn her brothers; tell them to hide until she left with Jon and Mya.
Decision made, Munda got up and got dressed. It reminded her that Jon never spilled his seed inside her.
How am I supposed to give him children if he never spills inside me?
She glanced at the place she last saw Ryk lying, and hoped that Jon hadn't killed him. He wouldn't be completely in the wrong if he did, Ryk attacked him first, but he didn't want the man to die either.
In either case, she hoped Ryk had paid for the hut at the very least. It'd be annoying if the owners came and started asking them to pay for it.
As she started to leave however, she saw something completely unexpected.
Jon was walking alongside Torwynd, laughing at something her brother had said.
She had a moment of panic as she thought Jon had already captured her brothers, but neither looked like they had been in a fight.
"Oh, she's awake." Torwynd exclaimed.
Jon looked over her body again as he walked closer, like he hadn't played with for half the night.
Is it because of the daylight? Does he not like me?
Before she could say anything Jon wrapped his arms around her, squeezing away all her fears.
"Come. We have warmed some food and water back in your brothers' hut." He took an exaggerated sniff near her. "And make sure to wash yourself."
She slapped his chest in protest, but then followed as he led them back to her hut.
"So are we leaving today?" She asked Jon, and noted that her brother was not surprised.
"We are. Just one more thing to do, before we leave."
She turned to Torwynd. "Well, it'd be up to you to complete our task here." Or up to Ryk, but she didn't wish to say his name.
Torwynd looked at her awkwardly, and she winced.
"Jon knows about it." She admitted. "He found out." She didn't wish to go in detail about how.
"No, that's fine." Her brother assured her.
"Torwynd, tell her." Jon commanded from ahead of them.
"She doesn't need to know. You two are leaving anyway." Torwynd whined.
"Tell me what?" She asked, annoyed.
"There was no task." Torwynd admitted
"What!?"
"There was going to be a large battle with Dogshead and the Weeper and their tribes. So Father, he, uh, sent us away."
"That's not possible!" She denied. Father wouldn't lie to me.
Jon interjected again, "Tell her about your eldest brother."
"Toregg?" She asked. "What about Toregg?"
"He isn't coming, sister. He will be fighting by father's side."
She still couldn't believe it. "Then how would Jon know about it? Are you two making things up?"
Jon stopped as they had almost reached the hut, and told Torwynd to go in. Then he turned to her,
"Come here, sit with me." He beckoned to a tree log outside the hut and went to sit on it.
She didn't like it, but complied anyway.
"I have studied the history of these villages, especially Whitetree, and its development. Everytime there's a war with the Crows, they always stay neutral."
"So what my father asked me to do–?" She trailer off, not wanting to admit it.
"It was always going to happen, whether you succeeded or failed."
"I see. So it's really true?" She said despondently, and Jon pulled her in a side embrace.
Her day didn't start on the high note, she hoped it would.
…
Today was a high note of Mya's life.
She would have preferred a Sept, but had walked to the tree just as happily. Jon had stood waiting there, looking as comely as ever, and she almost didn't notice the boy he had convinced to officiate the wedding.
They had said their vows and she wished nothing more than for this to last forever.
But she knew that it wouldn't.
She had come to the Wall to fight wildlings, knowing the fate worse than death that she risked by joining the Night's Watch. Jon had been so kind to her that when he found her secret, she felt more relief than fear. Even when he was angry at the discovery, Mya did not expect him to hurt her for a single moment.
When he asked her to accompany him north, she had no reason not to follow him. The sooner she could get to fighting the savages, the better.
But then her experiences had started to change her outlook. She saw the villages that despite their differences, looked so much like the villages in the Umber lands. The children played in the streets, the women helped the men farm and handle cattle.
They were just poorer in land and resources.
Then last night had happened and she saw a man about to rape a girl.
Despite what Jon had told her about wildling culture and marriage practices, she refused to call it anything but rape. It reminded her of why she hated the wildlings. They did not merely raid for sustenance, they did it for pleasure, often taken at the cost of innocent women. Not even noble maidens were free from their depravities.
If there was a Watch in the Vale to defend against the hill clans, she would have joined it. But the wildlings or the hill clans or the Ironborn raiders were all just the same.
So when she saw Jon attempting to deescalate the situation, she had provoked the rapist. She had insulted his member, his very masculinity, in front of the girl he was about to steal.
And true to form, he had tried to recklessly attack them. She had sparred with Jon frequently enough to know how foolish that was. Yet even she was surprised when Jon had laid him flat with just one hit.
She could have orgasmed just from that sight.
But then things got even better. The girl, Munda, had asked Jon to fuck her. And Mya's agreement had only partially been for the political advantages from getting the daughter of a wildling noble on their side.
Watching Jon twist Munda's body in what he had called a piledriver and dig into her cunt like a miner digging for coal had aroused her like no other sight. But the look of despair on Ryk's face as Munda moaned like the sleaziest whore from Mole's Town had come close.
But all good things came to an end, and slowly but surely, his face had morphed from despair to anger. It was an ugly thing, so she had brought the log upon his head to get rid of it.
But the Seven blessed her sinful self, and the savage came to again just to watch Munda beg Jon to fuck her faster. She even found some good food to enjoy the show with.
And then Jon had asked her to marry him and showed her love.
She wished that it could last forever. But she was a girl who pretended to be a man to join an order full of murderers and rapists, then decided to follow a boy younger than her to a land full of murderers and rapists to look for a long dead kinslaying, Targaryen bastard. And her now husband also had a wildling wife.
There is no way one man's strength and sexual prowess would stop this from ending tragically.
She took off her own cloak, and smiled at Jon as he draped his cloak on her.
But she would make the best of it as long as it lasted.
AN: No smut today. I had wanted to write about the consequences of the night before, but a smut scene didn't really fit in with that. I decided to skip the wedding scene as well. There wasn't much, just Torwynd acting the priest and them saying the oaths. But don't worry, I won't skip the bedding.
About Mya's thoughts being so dark, I hadn't planned for it. But looking back it seemed inevitable. No woman in her right mind joins the Night Watch knowing the fate of Danny Flint. I picked up the "Mya joins the Watch" idea from another fic I have referenced before, but I can't remember if they ever dealt with her mental issues. From what I remember she mostly became a stand in for canon Jon Snow as the Jon in that fic was busy being a Targaryen.
Anyway, more on how Jon deals with her issues in the next chapter. Hint: It involves his dick.