Jenna is going to be on hiatus for the time being.

I am running a canon account and it takes way more of my attention than either of my OC’s do. Steve Rogers > Jenna. Which sucks. My personal is house0fstark and this doesn’t mean I won’t be back, I would just feel shitty if I poofed without saying anything.

The Young Wolf: theotherstarkdaughter: The Young Wolf: theotherstarkdaughter:Jenna did...

She looks at him, cheeks pink and shakes her head. “I…I didn’t mean…” She sighs, shaking her head, shoulders dropping a bit. “I don’t speak very eloquently when I am around you. It confuses me. I know how I would act, if you were my Robb. I know how he would respond. But that’s not you. And I forget that because you look like him. And…and I do not know. I’m sorry. I did not mean to compare us to them.” She shakes her head again, “I know people love me. Our Father loved me. Ghost loves me. But I desire someone to love as you love Jon. As you love me, where I’m from. I really just want my Robb but I’m not sure this sorcery will ever let me return to him. That scares me,” she explains softly, unable to meet his gaze. Then, her cheeks grow pinker still. “I don’t…he’s…I do not wish him ill. He is just different. He takes my mind off what I no longer have for myself.”

(Source: theotherstarkdaughter)

The Young Wolf: theotherstarkdaughter:Jenna did not need to ask of Robb and Jon’s...

"Maybe if I was, I would just take what I wanted instead of trying to be a good person." She shakes her head and laughs lightly. "If I was, I wouldn’t be alone. She might be a vile woman but he loves her, regardless. I’d like to think one day someone will love me but I don’t really know if that will happen. You could die tomorrow. So could I. But, I will die with my honor. Should that make me feel better about it?" She shrugs and wets her lips. "I do trust him. I’m never certain of anything - war is not a time for certainty. But there are times when I look at him…and he seems so sad, Robb. So lost and alone and he is like me. He just needs someone to love him, especially when he doesn’t deserve it. He could be better. He needs someone to make him softer. To remind him that fire and blood is not just death and destruction."

(Source: theotherstarkdaughter)

The Young Wolf: Robb and Jenna

Robb watches her move away. I am no tender summer child. Except she was, they all were. Winter was coming and they weren’t prepared. Not really.

“You look fine,” he tries to interrupt but she keeps going. He opened his mouth to reply to the Jon comment but decided against it. She didn’t need to know about his and Jon’s relationship.

Robb stands and rubs the back of his neck. “I’ve heard rumors about how the Dothraki treat they’re women…It worries me that you are exposed to that.”

“Wait,” he puts his hand over hers to cease her grooming the horse. “He pulled a knife on you?”

Robb was livid. He breathed in deeply through his nose to try and calm himself.

Jenna did not need to ask of Robb and Jon’s relationship - Jon had made that very clear and besides, her feelings were the same. It was better, still, that she did not know that they had been together as they had. It would of hurt, even if she hadn’t meant it too. When he steps up beside her and stills her hand with his own, she turns to face him, eyes widening a bit. “I didn’t- that’s not how it happened, he wouldn’t. He can’t! I told he him could, it was my dagger. I told him to, to run me through, and he looked at me and he could not.” She explains hurriedly, voice low and quick.

She shakes her head. “And you needn’t worry about the Dothraki. I am not what they want. I am pale and a Lady, in comparison. I do not show enough skin or dance as they do. I have no place with them, not anymore than I would have a place in the bed of Targaryen. I belong there less than I belonged with you. But I’m free there. And it doesn’t hurt.” She takes her hand back, and looks down, shrugging. “I am beginning to think I don’t belong anywhere, or with anyone. Sansa used to tell me how she would marry a great man one day, have his babies and be happy. Arya never wanted that. I assumed Father would decide for me my future, despite my heart belonging to someone whose love I could never truly have. Even a woman like Cersei can be happy with someone she loves. I do not know what that says about me.”

(Source: theotherstarkdaughter)

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formermissartemis:

theotherstarkdaughter:

“A title? No, I do not. I was born a bastard, if that is a title. I fancy myself Jenna Snow, daughter of Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, but no. I have no title.” She shakes her head.

“Stark?” She had heard that surname before, and it took her a moment to place it. “Are you of relation to a Robb Stark?”

“He is my brother. Half…brother. To my knowledge, anyway. Have you met?” She asked softly, interested now.

Dripping wings, heavy things won't fly.: theotherstarkdaughter started following you

"A title? No, I do not. I was born a bastard, if that is a title. I fancy myself Jenna Snow, daughter of Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, but no. I have no title." She shakes her head.

theotherstarkdaughter started following you

formermissartemis:

theotherstarkdaughter:

“That is a very pretty name, and it suits you well. The pleasure is all mine. I am always surrounded by men and savage women - one says hello instead of cursing at me is most welcome!”

A surprised smile crossed her face, followed quickly by a look of concern. “Thank you, miss. But why, might I ask, would anyone curse at you?”


“They do not speak the Common Tongue, and their words are different than ours. In truth, I am not sure what is kind and what is not. There is not even a word for thank you in Dothraki. I don’t let it bother me.” She laughs softly. “And how are you, Lady Artemis?” There is something ancient and regal and it compells Jenna to call her by a title.

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formermissartemis:

theotherstarkdaughter:

formermissartemis:

Hello, miss.

Hello, m’lady. My name is Jenna, and who might you be?

“I am called Artemis.” She bowed her head. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Jenna.”

“That is a very pretty name, and it suits you well. The pleasure is all mine. I am always surrounded by men and savage women - one says hello instead of cursing at me is most welcome!”

theotherstarkdaughter started following you

formermissartemis:

Hello, miss.

Hello, m’lady. My name is Jenna, and who might you be?