Her body shook as sobs escaped her. Everything her mother had told her was a lie. Her father was a beast. He was not understanding. He was evil. She'd waited for him to calm down as he paced his quarters, screaming and cursing. She'd waited for her mothers words to come true. 'Give him time' she had said. But the more time that passed, the worse he had became.

'"Do not think Jennisei, that this will drift over all of our heads like every other ridiculous occurrence.'"Her father roared. She didn't exactly know which other occurrences he was talking about but Jennisei saw it wise not to ask. After the words 'with child', she had not been able to get another word out to defend her self. Her father had instantly stood from his Lords chair and went red face. She'd never seen him so angry. Jennisei had to admit, she was scared.

"This will stay with you, until the day you die!" Stephan paced behind his desk and linked his hands behind his back in thought. "This will stay with us Jennisei! Do you know how much shame you have brought this family through such a stupid act." She didn't respond, only tried to remember that she had not shamed her mother. It would be okay, she hadn't ruined her family. But it was getting harder and harder to try and convince herself of that.

"You have acted like nothing more than a common whore. Letting that boy do what he did. When a man wants company, a whore house is where he should go but you let him into your chambers." Tears started to slowly fall down Jennisei's cheeks. "You realise people will call you a whore..." Her father paused, his voice falling in volume but becoming darker and more hateful. "Now you mother a bastard. They won't be a noble and as of now you might as well not be." She was running out of tears and that last comment stung. Her own father didn't want her in his house. Right now she might as well not be in his house were the words he'd spoken to her.

"You'll birth a child born to have no purpose. They will not be born as an heir as you were. They will be a waste of air and limbs. The only successful future for them, to work in hard labour or travel to the wall. The child will have no real family, no respectful family. He will find it hard to find love from the people he crosses. Do you realise this?" Jennisei nodded her head, eyes stuck on the ground. The pain in her chest grew harder to bear the more her father spoke. She didn't want this child to start off with but now hearing how much of an actual burden it would be, she wanted to ram a carving knife into her own gut.

"You've made a terrible mistake Jennisei." Her father sighed and then took a seat behind his desk, running his wide eyes over her before adopting a softer tone for his voice. "What do you wish to do?"

"Ho...How do you mean father?" She whispered after a few moments, stuttering as she gasped for breath.

"Well you'll have to keep it now, as it is your pet to look after." Stephan tutted in disgrace. "So do you wish to tell Roose Bolton what it is of his you carry?"

"I feel it would be best to at least make him aware." She nodded, her voice lighter than a summers breeze.

"Very well. You will travel to Winterfell for our stay there and then to The Dreadfort alone. If you are old enough to get yourself into this position you are old enough to travel alone now." Her father spoke darkly, and to his only daughter it truly sounded as if he did not care anymore. "You may take a guard of twenty with you and return when you wish. You never know, we may get lucky and the boy may wish to keep you there with him." The words struck Jennisei and she looked to Stephan, would she like that? She didn't think so... "But I doubt you would be so lucky, he will see it as a hindrance and banish you no doubt." She felt the last drop of hope drain from her and she slumped.

"Yes Father." She nodded and curtsied slightly.

"Now go, back to your chambers. We leave for Winterfell the day after next and I do not wish to see you until then." That was the last stab she felt to her back before she left her father to dwell in her own problems.

Now she lay under the stars at one of the highest points of Deepwood Motte. She starred up at them trying to find a sign, an answer...anything. Any message from the Gods that would give her guidance on how to handle this. A hand drifted down to her stomach as as she began to think about the future, a shooting star shot through the sky, heading East towards the Free Cities. Was that her sign? She wasn't that stupid, what could that be a sign for?

"Who are you?" She whispered to herself and the growing babe in her belly, softly smoothing a hand over the thin material of her tunic. "What will you be?" The vision of a little girl being placed in her arms flashed across her mind and she found her self frowning. At least she would be able to teach the girl how to fight she guessed, how to really shoot with a bow and arrow. She was slowly becoming the best in Deepwood Motte, even surpassing her brother and Jennisei would pledge her child would rise to become best in the Kingdom at least. Then she pictured a boy and her heart thumped at her fathers words about sending her child to the wall. No doubt that if that's where she was forced to send him, he would be the strongest member of the nights watch to ever live. She shook the thoughts from her head and sighed. She could dream of the positives, of her baby being strong and powerful but this was not some pawn or play thing. She would have to care for it, feed it, bath it...love it. And she dreaded each second of even thinking about it, she could dare imagine what it would fee like doing it.

The cold wind made bumps appear up her arms and Jennisei let her eyes flutter shut. At least she'd get to hold another baby before she held her own. Holding the young baby Stark who was only a single year old may give her a little more comfort. But she doubted it. It would only make the situation at hand one million times more real to her. There was only one thing she was sure of at the moment and that was that the life she dreamed of was over.

The banner men of Deepwood Motte rode ahead of her and behind her. Jennisei rode Winter and had been doing so for the past two days but they were still not even half way into their journey to Winterfell. Her father had only made small talk with her when he needed to, staying mostly at the head of pack of banner men. Her mother did the same only she spoke more kindly, asking how she was feeling. Her brother on the other hand almost acted worse than her father. He barely spoke and when he did it was a grunt, Jennisei knew Phillip though she had shamed the family and therefor shamed his name as the future heir of Deepwood Motte. For he didn't see that he could rule successfully with people's respect if his sister was nothing but a common whore. And he had reminded her, as soon as he had been told by their father, that she would never rule even if she became the Lady of Deepwood Motte after him as no one would listen to her. She would be a disgrace, to much so to rule, her people would not listen. That's what hurt the most, because how could someone like Jennisei, who lusted for power, strike fear into those who tutted at her weak and whorish body.

Numerous times she had let the tears fall, but now there were no more too fall. She would not cry anymore, she would remain strong. Jennisei would show them that this had made her week, she'd remain the same person.

This did not mean she had warmed to the idea of her bastard just yet. If anything, the more her family acted like they were, the more she wanted to kill it before it caused anymore damage.

Jennisei took a quick look behind her, looking to the cart that carried the family's trunks of clothes and the hand maidens that did not wish or have the capability to ride. Seeing this as her only chance to rid her head of sickly thoughts and get a decent conversation with someone, Jennisei turned her horse to ride alongside the cart.

"Good day my Lady's." She smirked upon hearing their gossip die down as she approached. She knew without even looking at them that they were exchanging rumours about herself and growing babe. Who's is was, when it happened, what the child would be like... Jennisei would spit on their gossip and lies but she hadn't talked to anyone for days and as independent as she was, she just wanted to be treated normally again. And she knew these maids would always to that for she was still a lady, a shamed one but a lady and she could crush them in a second should they step out of character. They weren't even meant to know either, but no doubt one had over heard while pressing their sneaky ears up against the thin walls of the castle.

Jennisei looked down at them out the corned of her eyes, her lips still turned up sneakily as they fell silent.

"Good day Milady." They all about muttered at the same time.

"What was the gossip of the day you were all just fussing about?" Jennisei stopped herself from chuckling. But when none of them answered she sighed heavily. "Eh? Let me in on some of it?"

"We were just talking about the new Lord of Winterfell Milady." Florence, the outspoken maid, spoke up in an obviously hurry to cover up the truth.

"Oh, how sweet." Jennisei had been able to practice a lot of her acting skills the past few days. Pretending to be unaffected by her recent discovery in an attempt to look strong to her family. Prendening like nothing was wrong to those that were not to hear a word of this. Pretending that her mother, father, and brothers stares did not feel like a stab in the heart each second of the day.

"Are you looking forward to meeting him Milady?" All the world seemed to be talking about for months now was this little Lord, like he was some King. Of course, he was to be protector of their lands but he was just a baby. He could grow up to be a foul monstrous leader, then he would show the world how reckless they were to judge and trust people so quick. She may have got close to people quick but that didn't mean she trusted them.

She didn't trust Roose Bolton to open his arms and love her and their child under his roof for all of their days to come. She didn't even trust him to open the gates enough to peer through with his cold little eyes. He was harsh, humiliating the highest of people with a simple smirk already, at such a young age. She knew he held less love for her than she even did for him. To Jennisei, Roose Bolton was a spec of dirt on her boot she saw potential in. She saw him open the door for power to her and she still did, even if his seed had set her back a few paces. But there was no trust.

"A fair amount I suppose." Jennisei tilted her head in mock thought. "But it is only a baby, once I have seen him I fair he shall be quite boring."

"But Milady, what about whe-" Florence went to speak but soon silenced herself. Jennisei smirked, she had hoped to whined them up a little, get them to slip up so she could take out some of their frustration on them.

"What about...what Florence?" Her words were sharp and chipped at the maid confidence to speak again. Jennisei's eyes were a harsh green, misty with specs of grey like fog rolling in on the Blackwater Bay. However, they looked evilly kind and understanding as she moved them across the women. They were older than her, most of them by a good few years but that didn't stop Jennisei from treating them as if she were an old Lady who had been ruling for years. She had already felt old than just one and six before but now she was with child she felt as if she'd aged another few years. Standing taller with a stern face.

"Nothing Milady. The thought slipped from my mind." Florence averted her eyes and started playing with the hem of her skirts. She was a loud mouthed girl, but she needed to stop being so stupid. A slip up or more ease dropping could take her life if she wasn't careful.

"You must not be so careless Florence. For what will happen when you have a child?" A spark lit up in Jennisei's eyes and she laughed at herself before tapping Winter with the heels of her feet. "Good day lady's, try not to get into any trouble." And with that she trotted forward to join her family again only she rode behind them all, listening on as her mother on father told her brother how all of this would be his one day. The men. The lands they still walked in which were still in the radius of Deepwood Motte. The power.

The jealously rose in her quicker than it even had. She was just the safety child, the back up incase anything happened to her brother. Which she knew it wouldn't, he would always be there, reining over her as she sat back and did...well...she hadn't really known the answer to that a week or so ago. But now she understood that she would have the job of raising her bastard child. But she didn't know yet whether this was better or worse than nothing.

Please review! :D