"Give her to me," said Kaelyn her tone soft and her heart hurting for her daughter. Limp as she was it should have been easy but Kaelyn suspected Genna would resist just about anything as miserable as she was.
One of the northern maids - they did not know the castle but Kaelyn did not care peered out of Genna's room and Kaelyn ordered her to bring a cloak for Genna and one for herself. "We'll go to the godswood, sweetling," she whispered in her daughters hair thinking on what she had heard of Genna's behaviour. "We can talk there." Thankfully in the background Ryben's cries had stopped, he was still young and placid enough to be settle with the promise of sweets.