May 22: Lost child Who: Kaelyn Stark, ? When: May 22, a bit after Genna's post Where: The Tower of the Hand, The Red Keep Rating: PG Status: Open
The seamstress continued, “I’ve finished your son’s tunic, but there’s nothing to be saved for that set of braes. Your daughter’s dress will need another length added to the hem- she’s a growing thing of late. I’ll let the bodice out as well… but, Lady Kaelyn, she says she’ll not wear that blue gown again.”
Kaelyn sighed. In the North, there was little call for fashion. Even her husband’s nobles had preferred simpler clothing- warmth rather than fashion had been the rule. Here in King’s Landing, however, the fashions seemed to change with each passing breeze, ever more complex and fanciful. Keeping up with it was tiresome and needlessly exhausting but ignoring it had cost her. The ladies of the court cared nothing for birth it seemed: they’d let a whore dine with them if she had the proper clothes.
It was not in her to care so much about such a stupid thing but not caring had only given them food for their wretched laughter… and then there was Genna, who was possibly worse than any lady in the court. Prying her out of a dressmaker’s was already a feat to equal something out of the Age of Heroes.
“Thank you, Kya. Fetch some new material for Brandon’s clothes, and do fit the blue gown on Genna. I’ll speak with her.” So it was she found herself searching out her daughter, which was how she discovered that Genna was not with Septa Mariyan, but at lessons with Brandon and Ned. Yet she wasn’t their either, as Maester Lowen informed her he had sent her to be escorted to her room, where Genna also was not present. Kaelyn fought to keep calm as she and her maids searched first Genna’s room and then the rest of the Tower to no avail.
It wasn’t unusual. Genna had gone missing several times during William’s regency- half the reason there’d been a man-at-arms assigned to her at all times, and a Kingsguard on occasion. Visions of Genna lost in Kings Landing or in some dark part of the Red Keep’s basements had kept Kaelyn awake before, but she had promised not to do that this time. Irritation warred with worry and Kaelyn found herself snapping out commands to a handful of the younger men-at-arms, directing them to look for her daughter. She’d have to tell William if Genna didn’t turn up soon… I never worried in Winterfell. She could walk barefoot down the Kingsroad and someone would fetch her back…