Born in 277 AL on the night of the first summer storm, she was Eddard Stark’s bastard daughter, acknowledged as her natural daughter. As she grew up, Eddard realized her temperament was changeable as the weather. Her mother was of no account, a servant in Winterfell but no-one with power or statu, he was only fourteen years older than she was, but their social positions were vastly different. To him, she was a wonder and a curiosity. There was no shame in being Eddard Stark’s by-blow,after all, he was only the second son and his future would be as a knight, but no landholder.
Then his brother Brandon died and his father insisted that he marry his brother’s fiancée, Catelyn. She was beautiful, earthy, and very different from the sexual partners he had in his past. Suddenly his natural daughter was a potential liability to the growth of this new relationship or any children that he might have with his wife. Jaynele could be a token of power, to be traded for his personal gain, when she grew up. But of a certainty, he did not want his new bride meeting his pre-adolescent daughter.
He arranged to send her to the south, to be fostered by a friend in the Wolf’s Wood. Jaynele grew up strong and confident both in the running of a household, and also in outdoor activities such as hunting, tracking, and fishing. She had a great affinity for the weirwood and was a caretaker for the heart trees in her area. There had been some talk about sending her to King’s Landing to learn from some of the maesters there, but everything changed after Eddard was given control of Winterfell. When she was of age for marriage, he arranged a good match for her with the third son of a minor lord, one step above a hedge knight. Although it was no love match, her husband managed to make enough money as a sell-sword to support her and during their marriage they had two children together. Unfortunately, one died in infancy and the other was killed as the war swept over their lands.
Jaynele’s husband was slain in the service of one of the Northern landholders, leaving her as a widow without resources. Having nowhere else to turn, she withdrew from active life, joining the Silent Sisters. She worked, preparing the bodies of the dead and transporting them to their final resting places, keeping silent until the day that she died, a mere 50 years after her birth. No-one knew her name or her family and she was buried in a common grave.
Jaynele is tall and slender with warm brown hair and dark eye.
HER HISTORY IN PICTURES
She met her husband at a dance arranged by her father.
She granted her favor to the knight at the joust on the very next day.
They had a whirlwind courtship.
Her husband was a knight of the realm.
She was attended by many on the way to her wedding.
Her husband was the only one she truly saw at their marriage.
She and her husband got along well and make a good couple.
She was celebrated for her beauty of face and of character.
She was also renowned as a gardener.
After the death of her husband and children, she joined the Silent Sisters.
A short drabble that takes place in her childhood at Winterfell.
“Daddy, Daddy,” the small child hurtled through the hallways towards her father who had just recently returned home.
“Ooof!” he grunted as he lifted her. “You’re heavy, and growing like a weed.” He twirled her around and placed her on the ground. Taking a careful look at his natural daughter, he scanned her from head to toe. Her dress was much too small. She had grown again, he would order more clothing made.
As they walked down the hall together, he reflected on how full his life had been since she had entered it. He thought he rather enjoyed fatherhood.
- Erulisse (one L)