Her mother's surprise at her request confused Genna. Still, Kaelyn didn't say no or say they hadn't thought about it or that they didn't want them to go. Her. ... What if Gwyn didn't wake up? It wouldn't be 'us' or 'we' or anything at all. No. It would. It would it would it would...
"Yes, my lady. I'll wait and I'll be a good princess." She said it, but she didn't want to. Genna looked at the heart tree. The Old Gods knew what she was, and they would tell her when she could stop pretending.
She still couldn't disguise her disbelief when Kaelyn said they would miss her. They would not, they didn't care. She was just a girl. Gwyn was right, girls didn't count. Only when you were sick and they wanted you not to die.
"Of course, I will trust his majesty's judgement," she said in an echo of the sincere tones she'd heard Princess Elia use at the feast. Genna tilted her head then, suddenly curious as the thoughts in her head moved. Maybe she wouldn't be fostored because they had other plans. Princesses got married when they were her age sometimes. "Does King William want me to marry someone?"