Genevieve followed him silently. She felt so numb that it was hard to think straight. She would grab a few of her most cherished items, two or three dresses, and some jewels to sell later on. Once they arrived in her room she took one last look around and began to grab things. She took her brush and her hand mirror off of the vanity. She stuffed them into a bag and then grabbed a few books off of her book shelf. She opened her jewelry box and took her mother's locket, her opal ring, and a diamond necklace out. She couldn't possibly sell the locket or the ring, but the necklace would go for a lot at a jeweler.

She opened her wardrobe and grabbed her thickest riding cloak and also her thinnest cloak. She knew she may need them. For now she wrapped the thinnest cloak around her shoulders. It was still fall and winter wouldn't come for another few months. She then grabbed a few of her plainest dresses. "Lets go then." She muttered as she took one last glance around her room. She grabbed one last thing: a music box that had been sent to her by someone anonymous. The reaction that her mother had gotten from it made Genevieve think that maybe it had been from her father. She stuffed it in the bag.