Genna fell against the door with a heavy thud. She didn't want to fight anymore. Gwyn could go to Winterfell and die for all she cared, but it would be worse than that because Gwyn didn't understand the game their parents were in. The maester called it the game of thrones, and it never stopped for little girls who wanted to go home. Jenny Hill let out a stifled sob. Bastards shouldn't cry, but they could if they were going to have to do something awful, she decided. She didn't tell her sister goodbye.
The little girl stood up and dusted herself off, dragged the pieces of the mask out of their hiding spot and dashed down the steps of the wagon. She ran quickly and her longer legs helped her catch up to her sister more easily than she might have a few weeks before.
"If you're going, then fine," she said as she fell into step next to Gwyn. "But you were sick but you're better now and I think it's okay to tell you so you won't go home thinking they'll keep you, because the servants is bound to his lordship so they'll tell him you're there. And when they do, he'll send a raven to tell them that you're promised to the Eyrie. You're going to go there and live and marry Lord Arys' son. They had ships ready to take me to Sunspear when we left. You were gonna be fitted for your new wardrobe with Arryn stuff on it and then they'd send you away too."
Genna stopped then and stepped away from her twin. "I'm staying Jenny. I know you don't wanna stay Rena, but being those others doesn't sound any better. You do what you want, since you'll just say I'm lying anyway."