"Genna," said Kaelyn firmly, "I have never lied to you nor will I and you will apologise for that insult." Lady or Princess - Kaelyn's daughter would have proper manners. "I have never thought of sending you away nor would it be my choice." Kaelyn was determined to put a stop to this, "but you are noble born and you know very if your father decides fostering is what is best for you then it may happen. I do not think it will. Our place is at court now." As much as Hester's offer had thrown her, she hoped it would not entice William their place was at court, why drag them from Winterfell otherwise, if he did not want them by their side.
She glanced at the heart tree and wished for a more familiar face, for the one at Winterfell that had become a comfort when it seemed prayer before the heart tree had been all she had in common with her cold new husband. "They do to those who listen," she told her daughter, "not through septa's and septons but through your heart." She pressed her hand briefly to her daughter's chest comforted by the feel of her strong healthy pulse. "The heart trees still stand in the south and now the throne has come to your father. There are wolves in the Kingswood, and there always have been." She smoothes her daughters hair remembering another half remembered tale she had heard as a child - how wolves in the riverlands were bigger and wilder than anywhere accept the North. "Perhaps we are the first ones in the castle," she said, "but we are here now and there is naught to be done about it."