Genna pursed her lips as she thought about what to do with a kidnapped brother. Kidnapped prince, even. Somewhere dark and deep and... and... Genna smiled. "The Dragonpit. It's where the key kept the dragons when they were real, remember? It's the place where the tunnel is that might let us escape anyway, and we can tie him to one of the old iron rings. No one goes there- but we used it for Princess Aenyris' funeral. It's creepy and he'll be scared. He'll talk better if he's scared."
Brandon wasn't just dull he was a fraidy cat. It was unfortunate, Genna thought. She'd have liked to have a brother like Lucian or Mathis- bright and fearless. A real playmate for her and Gwyn, not just a stupid baby who never kept secrets.
Genna returned the hug, giggling with the sheer excitement of the plan. Sneaking away! On wagons! "It'll be like that song of that old lady of Winterfell who hid in the crypts- they wouldn't think of looking for us south... or... or maybe in the city? But it's all smelly." She frowned and tried to think of a map. "We could go in a bunch of wagons that is meant to go to the Riverlands or the Eyrie. It's north but it won't go straight to Winterfell that way..."
Genna gave her twin a slightly shaky smile. "Gwyn, you were... you were sick a really long time. And-- You-- You haven't seen father have you? Since you've been up, I mean?"
She nodded. "I'll have everything. It's going to be perfect, Gwyn. We'll find a way out and we'll never let them drag us back."