Forgotten [ J.Snow ]

Starks.

After returning to her chambers the night before, Genevieve settled down for the night. When she awoke the next morning, Jon had sent two handmaidens to help her get ready to meet Lord and Lady Stark as well as their children.

"What about this one m'lady?" One of the girls held up a stunning, deep blue dress that matched the color of Gene's eyes.

The eldest daughter Sansa had left some of her dresses for Gene to wear while she stayed in Winterfell, seeing as both girls were about the same size.

"It's perfect." She said smiling, as the girl handed her the dress. Her handmaidens helped her out of her gown and into the dress. They brushed out her hair before plaiting it off to the side.

Within moments after getting ready Jon appeared at her door. A light pink blush spread across his cheeks as he looked at her.

"Are you ready to go m'lady?" She nodded slightly before quickly wrapping a dark blue cloak around her and slidding on her necklace.

Jon gave a short nod before turning and leading her down the hallway. She followed as he led her down the stairs and out to a large room. Standing at the end was Lord Eddard Stark along with his wife Lady Catelyn Stark, and their five children.

As they neared the family Jon stopped directly in front of Lord stark, leaving Gene feeling helpless in front of the Stark's judging eyes.

She took a deep, slow breath to suppress the anxiety building inside her, then slowly bowed to the family before her.

"Rise." She heard a strong, just voice and she looked up to meet the stern eyes of the Lord. Doing as told, she calmly stood up flattening out her dress as she did so.

"Thank you my Lord for letting me stay here." Her eyes flickered from the man in front of her to the floor multiple times before he spoke again.

"It is no problem. We are just pleased that Jon found you when he did or you could have been injured more severely." Lord Stark declared looking from Genevieve to Jon.

"I am thankful as well my lord." Gene respectively spoke. "But I do not wish to pardon you with my being here."

"Nonsense. You are of no trouble and I'm sure the children will be glad to have you." She looked around to see the youngest children with grins on their faces as they watched her. "Speaking of them, this is Robb my eldest." She met eyes with the boy and he gave her a smirk causing her to blush lightly. "My eldest daughter Sansa." The fiery haired girl curtsied and Gene returned it. "And my three youngest: Arya, Bran, and Rickon." The three children had huge grins on their faces, especially the youngest son Rickon.

"It is a pleasure to meet all of you." She said with a warm smile. "And I hope to get to know all of you better." She could feel Robb's eyes staring her down but she refused to meet them.

Soon after they all sat down and talked, more relaxed now, and Jon explained how the maester has told him that she suffered a head injury from the fall she experience and how with help she may get her memory back but it was highly unlikely.

After a long while of talking they all dismissed themselves to carry on with their daily activities. The only two left were Jon and Gene but before she could say anything she felt a light tug at the bottom of her dress. She looked down to see Rickon smiling up at her, with his black direwolf behind him, she smiled back and carefully picked him up.

"Hello there." She said as she held him in her arms, she could feel Jon watching her so she turned to smile at him.

"Hello." Rickon said pulling her into a hug, with a little yawn following. "Could you tell me a story?" The young boy asked in the tiniest voice, making it impossible for Gene to say no. She looked to Jon once again as if asking for permission, he only nodded before standing up.

"Let's take you to bed first little one." Jon spoke with a husky voice while softly patting the head of the young boy. Gene stood up as well, following Jon to where she supposed Rickon's room was, his direwolf following shortly behind.

Once they reached the room she set Rickon down on his bed, before his direwolf curled up at his feet. Genevieve began to tell stories of great lands and magical creatures, wondering how she could remember such things. Jon just sat in the corner looking at her and listening to her soft voice, wondering about how things would have turned out if he had never found the young girl in the woods that day.