Here is the second chapter to my story. Hope you all enjoy it! This is Guinevere's dress until she gets to kings landing: . /thetinkerfairy/26996625/9154/9154_

Guinevere's nightgown:

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Guinevere woke to a blurry vision and a dry throat. Her vision had cleared up as she saw Lord Eddard sleeping in a chair next to her bed. She looked at her surroundings and saw that she was in her chambers. She seemed to be in her nightgown. She managed to sit herself up and lean over to Lord Stark and shook him softly.

He awoke immediately and smiled at her. She leaned against the headboard of her bed.

"You're awake Gwen." He said.

She smiled at him and said, "What happened? All I remember is getting angry and then nothing, but blackness."

He chuckled softly "Aye, you did faint though. You've been asleep for almost two days now. Everyone's been very worried about you. The maester said you might have passed out from a very high fever, but now that I see you…I think he is mistaken. What did happen though?"

Her smile disappeared from her face as she suddenly remembered the dream that she had while she was unconscious. Tears started to build up in her eyes. Lord Eddard, no Ned had been like a father to her every since she had came to Winterfell. The dream was of Ned dying. It was so clear, she thought, like it was real.

Ned looked at the Guinevere with a concerned look and gently grabbed her hands into his and whispered softly to her, "What is it, love? Why are you crying…you can tell me?"

Guinevere looked at Ned in the eyes. She was trying to not cry and instead be strong like the Valaryian she was, but as she was telling him her dream she started to let the tears roll down her face.

"While I was unconscious, I had one of my nightmares again…-"

Guinevere could barely tell him about here nightmares…the ones she has been having ever since she was just a little girl. She had thought her nightmares had gone away, but now they seem to come back.

She continued in a soft yet terrified voice, "I saw eight direwolves on a grey field. It was so cold. The skies were so black and they had the color of blood in them. I could hear thunder storms, I saw lighting strike in the distance near a tall hill. I saw the eight direwolves being circled by lions…golden lions with blood on their mouths. The lions would try to provoke the wolves, but they would not back down. One of the lions…they…attacked the largest direwolf. The l-lion ripped the direwolf's h-head off. The lion killed the wolf, and then the other lions went to the other wolves and butchered them all. Tearing their bodies apart. It was so b-brutal-"

She let the tears roll down her cheeks. Ned came forward and held her like a father would hold his daughter. He gently stroked her hair as she held onto him.

"It's alright, Gwen. You need not tell me more. I'll ask the maester to get you some milk of poppy to help you sleep." He told her.

She shook her head and said to him, "Its happening again isn't it."

"The nightmares are nothing, but a curse to me." She spat out against his chest.

She felt as if she were going mad and there was nothing she could do about it. Guinevere had remembered that the nightmares had only stopped after the Greyjoy Rebellion. She could see the outcome of any battle events, but wondered why Ned did not tell anyone about her gifts. It would surely help them by a lot.

"Sshh calm down, child. Don't work yourself up. Tell no one about alright." Ned said.

She nodded and he continued, "Alright now get some rest. By the morrow the king will already be here and you have to be there. He will want to see you in person. Don't be scared, but try to be polite after all he is the king"

She nodded and smiled. She wiped her nose and tears on a cloth near by as Ned left her chambers. She laid back in her bed and soon sleep took her.

. . .

Guinevere kept tossing and turning in her sleep, whimpering ever so often. It was just in the mid-morning when one of her maids, Pella came in and shook her gently, trying to wake her up from her nightmare. Guinevere's eyes popped open and she hugged Pella as if her life depended on it. Guinevere seemed to notice that she was sweating. She had the same nightmare of dying. She could not bring herself to tell Ned that her nightmare was about the Lannisters killing the Starks and that he had died first then his family was picked off to die one by one.

Pella held onto Guinevere and said, "M'lady have your nightmares come back after all these years." Guinevere nodded.

Pella knew that Guinevere had nightmares, but she never told her what they were about as a promise to Ned that she wouldn't tell anyone, not even his sons and daughters after she had told him the outcome of the Greyjoy Rebellion. They stayed like that for a while until Pella had made sure that Guinevere was alright.

Pella got up from the bed and brought Guinevere with her as she said,

"M'lady we have to get you ready for the royal family's arrival. I suggest we choose your blue silk dress, and then get you a light blue fur cloak. Wouldn't you look lovely in it…yes I think we shall go with that."

Guinevere nodded. She had always gone with what Pella had picked out for her mainly because she had liked whatever she had picked out for her. Pella was always a faithful servant to her.

Pella had Guinevere slip on her blue silk dress and then had tied the laces of the dress in the back. Guinevere had decided to let her dark curly hair go down and have her bangs be pinned in the side. She looked at herself in the mirror and Pella smiled at her work.

Pella had left Guinevere to go to help with the chambers being set for the royal family while Guinevere had made her way into the area where the gates of Winterfell would be opened for the king's arrival.

Guinevere stood behind the Stark family along with Jon and Theon. They truly did look like Northerners, then again so did she with her grey eyes and long face exactly like Lyanna Stark.

She was jumbled out of her thought when she had heard Lady Stark speak to Sansa saying, "Where's Arya? Sansa where's your sister?" Sansa shrugged coldly.

Arya came running in with a helmet on her head. Robb, Theon, Jon, and her started to slightly smirk and then laugh at her as Ned said as he grabbed Arya by the upper arm,

"Hey, what are you doing with that on?" He took off the helmet and handed it to someone. He continued, "Go on." He gestured towards Bran.

Arya pushed Bran and told him to move. Just in time the king's party had just came in on their horses. A handful of the kingsguard rode in alog with Prince Joffrey, who was staring at Sansa causing her to smile and blush and The Hound behind him. The queen in her carriage rode in behind them was King Robert who rode in on his horse. He was a fat and old man, she thought, then once a long time ago he was the most handsome man with muscles.

When the king rode in closer to them, everyone had kneeled down including Guinevere with their heads down. She suddenly had the felling she was being watched right now by every one of the king's party. The king's horse came to a stop and he stepped down from it just as Queen Cersei, her handmaidens, and Prince Tommen and Princess Myrcella stepped out of the carriage. The king strode over to Ned and the rest of the Starks. The king gestured with his hand for Ned to stand up and everyone followed his movements.

All eyes were on Ned and King Robert now.

The king looked at Ned from head to toe and said in a stern tone of voice, "You've got fat."

Guinevere could tell almost everyone had a slight worried expression on their face, but for some apparent reason Guinevere did not. Ned gestured with his eyes and head towards King Robert's belly. The king laughed and Ned laughed with him. They hugged each other like brothers would. The king greeted Lady Stark by her birth name and hugged her as well with a smile on his face.

He ruffled Rickon's hair then went back to Ned and said, "Nine years. Why haven't I seen you? Where the hell you've been."

Ned smiled at the king and told him, "Guarding the North for you, Your Grace. Winterfell is yours."

Queen Cersei came forward and more closer to the Stark family while Arya had asked where the Imp or actually Tyrion Lannister was. Then Sansa had snapped at her to shut up. Ned bowed his head to the queen and kissed her ring and greeted her by his queen and Lady Stark had curtsied and addressed her by her queen. Queen Cersei smiled sweetly yet in her smile their was a hint of coldness and as she studied everyone she looked like she was judging them.

King Robert ignored her and went to greet the Stark children.

He shook Robb's hand in a strong handshake, "What have we here? You must be Robb."

He went down the line of Starks. Approaching Sansa, he spoke, "My you're a pretty one."

King Robert came towards Arya when he stopped all of the sudden. He was now looking at her. He had finally noticed her and now everyone seemed to notice Guinevere Velaryon, the Beauty of Dirtmark, and the Doppelganger of Lyanna Stark. Sansa had moved slightly to Arya has the king whispered Lyanna's name and held out his hand as if he were touching something that he thought would break.

Guinevere didn't flinch away from his hand almost touching her cheek, she didn't feel angry or disgusted by him, but she had felt pity for the king after all these years of bring a prisoner of his infatuated love for Lyanna Stark.

Guinevere curtsied to the king and greeted him by his grace then had given him a gentle smile. She kept her eyes on the king as did he keep his eyes on her. Ned finally spoke and said, "Your Grace, this is Lady Guinevere of House Velaryon. You remember her brother."

The king averted his gaze towards Ned as she had caught a cold stare from the queen. Guinevere didn't return the stare, but simply ignored it. The king spoke again, "Of course I remember him, the damn fool came striding into my kingdom as if he had owned the damn place…Ned take me to your crypt I want to pay my respects."

The queen rolled her eyes and spoke, "We've riding for a month, my love. Surely the dead can wait."

"Ned" The king said, completely ignoring the queen and strode off to where the crypt was. Ned had given the queen an apologetic look and followed King Robert. Arya had again asked Sansa where the "Imp" was and she snapped more quickly at her to shut up. The queen glanced at them, then at Guinevere from head to toe. She walked to her brother, Ser Jaime and demanded him to go and find the "little beast".

Lady Stark had guided everyone to their chambers to go and get ready for the feast. Guinevere had been walking down an abandoned hall which was a short cut to her own chambers which she had discovered when it was her fifteenth name day, when she was suddenly grabbed by the arm and pulled into a hidden archway. She gave a short gasp, and then relief washed over her as she had found it to be only Robb. He gazed at her from head to toe. His hands were all over her body. She had tried to slightly push him away, but found it difficult when he found that her weakness was kissing her neck. She let little moans escape her lips. Robb mumbled against her of how he just had to see her after seeing her in her dress. She smirked at his comment.

He started to undo his breeches and lift up her skirts when they started to hear footsteps coming. He quickly laced his breeches and she pulled down her skirts. He gave her a quick peck on the lips and said he'd see her later as he went down a corner the archway.

She came out of the archway and nearly bumped into someone before they had cached her. She mumbled sorry as she looked up to see that she had bumped into Jaime Lannister. He smirked at her. She had tried to pull away from him, putting some distance between them, but he had kept a firm grip on her upper arms.

She sighed and forced a polite smile onto her face, "Ser Jaime. What a pleasant surprise…what brings you down here so deep in the castle?"

He chuckled and said, "I wanted to…explore."

"And did you get something from this little expedition around Winterfell." She asked a little too polite.

He smiled at her, the smile that cuts like a knife. She managed to wedge herself out of his grip. Guinevere took a couple steps back. He looked strangely at her.

"Might I ask why you aren't getting ready for the feast like the other ladies of the castle are and instead here under the grounds of Winterfell, getting your pretty skirts dirty."

She rolled her grey eyes and said in an almost irritated voice, "Why is that any of your business, Ser Jaime?"

He shrugged. "Just curious I guess."

"Curiosity killed the cat you know."

"Yes so I have heard, but what an interesting…choice of words."

"Oh really. What about your words? Hear me roar."

He laughed. "The old, the true, the brave. What do those words even mean…at least mine are saying some kind of meaning."

Guinevere knew he was trying to get a rise out of her, but she kept her mouth shut as he continued, "I'm a lion, you are a what, a seahorse or something. Do you know what the people call your house? After all, since the Targaryens came here before then your house came. The people call your house a doppelganger of House Targaryen, they say that your house is like a servant to theirs."

Guinevere scoffed at him. She knew she sounded arrogant by doing this action. She rolled her eyes and looked him in the eyes.

"I may not have a great house, but at least my house is nothing like yours or theirs and that is what I am most grateful for. My house is ancient, our blood is from the old Valyria and it runs through our veins. We are from the ancient therefore we are old; we are proud which makes us true, and brave. I don't really give a shit about what the Kingslayer thinks about my house for I will be dammed if you think that for a second I am beneath your house for you are sorely mistaken for thinking that we will just lay down and play dead or turn a blind eye."

With that she had stormed off into the direction of her chambers. How dare he, she thought, he may be born into golden shit, but he would take her down so easily, not without a fight. Her face a turned into a cold and stone expression as she remembered both the Targaryen and Stark words…winter is coming…fire and blood.

Maybe, Guinevere thought, I will take the thrown with fire, ice, and blood.

~Fin~

Hope you like this chapter.

Next chapter: The feast and a falling, and a little Robb /OC & Jaime/OC.

Until next time readers.