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CHAPTER 4

After their finish to eat their breakfast Ned and king Robbert go hunt. When Gwen wake up the castle was very quite so she decide to go to the yard for practice she wear her black breech with long black boots and white tunic, she pin her hair on her back of her head, she took her sword and go direct to the yard . she held her sword in her arm and it feel so good to wield the sword in her arm she start to practice different move her brothers taught her, she didn't realize someone else was looking at her Jaime took his time to admire her how beautiful she is looking and how proud she feel, he chuckle at her when she slide, when she rise her head up she saw him chuckle at her she feel little embarrass so Jaime took few step to her and offer her his hand to help her to get up and she took it. Jaime took her sword on his arms and swing it Gwen admire him the way he move before he snap her from her thought

"If you don't want to slide each time you move you must have balance'' Jaime tell her and throw the sword to her Gwen catch it and hold it on her arm "what you hold in your arm'' Jaime ask her

"a sword '' she reply to him "no you should not think it as a sword '' Jaime tell her "then what should I think at it'' she ask him, Jaime move from her behind and put his hands from her shoulders and whisper to her ear " think at it as you extra arm but a really sharp one'' Gwen shiver under his touch Jaime move his hands slowly downs her hand before he reach the hand which hold sword and start to swing it with her slowly

"Left and right, after each attacks don't forget to shield yourself from you opponents attacks'' Jaime tell her and move from her back and sit on bench

"Thank you ser Jaime'' Gwen tell him

"Don't thank me thank the king, here the reason why am her now'' Jaime tell her "am sorry for that, but why left you while you suppose to be guard him all the time'' she ask him, Jaime only smile at her before he answer her "I think is something which has to do with being surrounding by Lannister all the time sick him so much'' Gwen only smile at him "but you cousin is always with him''

"cause the king's cup need to be fill all the time, but thanks to him I get the chance to explore winterfell'' they both laugh, Jaime look at the tower in front of him before he start to walks back to the castle while Gwen continue with her practice before she stop after see her brother climb the tower " BRANDON'' she start to took step toward him " came on, climb down here this instant'' Bran start to climb down when he was near the ground her sister catch him " didn't mother forbid you to climb'' Bran only look down "if I see you climb again gods help me cause I will do unthinkable thing to you, which you will not imagine ''

"but'' before Bran can finish his sentence she interrupt him " not another word young man now go'' Bran only look at her before he start to leave and say something to her " if only you what I see''

"and what is that'' she ask him " Sansa and Joffery they were kissing and I saw them from up there. And oh! Joffrey is challenge Robb for a fight and another thing before I forget I had match with prince Tommen''

"That is gross. Do not tell her you saw it now go'' Gwen walk behind Bran and she decide to go inside the castle to change her clothes,but she decide to pass to the Jon rooms' first to see how he was doing cause I was not in yard with the other, when she enter she see him stand on the window looking outside " Why aren't you down in the yard?" Gwen asked him. He gave her a half smile. "Bastards are not allowed to damage young princes," he said. "Any bruises they take in the practice yard must come from trueborn swords."

"Oh." Gwen felt abashed. She should have realized. Gwen reflected that life was not fair.

"I could do just as good as Bran," she said. "He's only seven. I'm nine."

Gwen was snap from her thought as Arya enter the room also "Shouldn't you be working on your stitches, little sister?"

Arya made a face at her. "I wanted to see them fight."

Jon only smiled at her. "Come here, then."

Arya climbed up on the window and sat beside him, to a chorus of thuds and grunts from the yard below. "A shade more exhausting than needlework," Jon observed.

"A shade more fun than needlework," Arya gave back at him. Jon grinned, reached over, and messed up her hair. Arya flushed. They had always been close the three of them they will get in more trouble than any of their siblings. Jon had their father's face, as they did. They were the only ones. Robb and Sansa and Bran and even little Rickon all took after the Tullys, with easy smiles and fire in their hair. When Arya had been little, she had been afraid that meant that she was a bastard too. It been Jon and Gwen she had gone to in her fear, and Jon,Gwen who had reassured her that she is not a bastard.

Arya snatched back her arm and glared at him. And this time it was Gwen who messed up her hair again. They watched Bran and Tommen circle each other.

"You see Prince Joffrey?" Jon asked.

they hadn't, not at first glance, but when they looked again she found him to the back, under the shade of the high stone wall. He was surrounded by men she did not recognize, young squires in the livery of Lannister and Baratheon, strangers all. There were a few older men among them; knights, she surmised.

"Look at the arms on his surcoat," Jon suggested.

Arya and Gwen looked. An ornate shield had been embroidered on the prince's padded surcoat. No doubt the needlework was exquisite. The arms were divided down the middle; on one side was the crowned stag of the royal House, on the other the lion of Lannister.

"The Lannisters are proud," Jon observed. "You'd think the royal sigil would be sufficient, but no. He makes his mother's House equal in honor to the king's."

"The woman is important too!" Arya protested.

Jon chuckled. "Perhaps you should do the same thing, little sister. Wed Tully to Stark in your arms."

"A wolf with a fish in its mouth?" It made them laugh. "That would look silly. Besides, if a girl can't fight, why should she have a coat of arms?" Gwen ask her brother

Jon shrugged. "Girls get the arms but not the swords. Bastards get the swords but not the arms. I did not make the rules, little sister."

There was a shout from the courtyard below. Prince Tommen was rolling in the dust, trying to get up and failing. All the padding made him look like a turtle on its back. Bran was standing over him with upraised wooden sword, ready to whack him again once he regained his feet. The men began to laugh.

"Enough!" Ser Rodrik called out. He gave the prince a hand and yanked him back to his feet. "Well fought. Lew, Donnis, help them out of their armor." He looked around. "Prince Joffrey, Robb, will you go another round?"'

"wow I wish Sansa was here , so she can see her beloved Joffreyget kicked'' It made them laugh "he is going to be you good brother once they get married'' Jon tell her, Gwen only smile at her brother

Robb, already sweaty from a previous bout, moved forward eagerly. "Gladly."

Joffrey moved into the sunlight in response to Rodrik's summons. His hair shone like spun gold. He looked bored. "This is a game for children, Ser Rodrik."

Theon Greyjoy gave a sudden bark of laughter. "You are children," he said derisively.

"Robb may be a child," Joffrey said. "I am a prince. And I grow tired of swatting at Starks with a play sword."

"You got more swat than you gave, Joff," Robb said. "Are you afraid?"

Prince Joffrey looked at him. "Oh, terrified," he said. "You're so much older." Some of the Lannister men laughed.

Jon looked down on the scene with a frown. "Joffrey is truly a little shit," he told them

"tell me about it , idont even know what Sansa see on him'' Gwen sigh before her little sister answer her "he had golden head '' Jon " and do not forget he is prince''

"I wish she can see what I see on him" she tell them .Jon ask her "And which is'' she only sigh "nothing I look at him and see nothing. I will rather marry a smith son's and not spoil brat prince like Joffrey'' she kiss her brother on the cheek and her young sister on her forehead then she exit the room leave Jon and Arya still watching the match.

When she enter in her room and change her clothe and wear her red gown with long sleeve and go straight to the study room where they learn with the septa Mordane " I can see you decide to join us lady Gwen'' her septa tell her in disappointed voice " am sorry am late'' it the only answer she gave her. She took a seat next to her sister and Jeyne .

Jeyne glanced over to make certain that Septa Mordane was not listening and she ask "did you hear the news''

"which one '' Gwen concentrate with her needle she was not good in whisper and gossip like other lady. "Joffrey likes your sister," Jeyne whispered, proud as if she had something to do with it. She was the daughter of Winterfell's steward and Sansa's dearest friend. "He told her she was very beautiful."

"He's going to marry her," little Beth said dreamily, hugging herself. "Then Sansa will be queen of all the realm." Gwen look at her sister and she was blushing.

Sansa had the grace to blush. She blushed prettily. She did everything prettily, Gwen answer her with dull resentment "and I don't care who sansa marry'' sansa look at her sister "What did you think of Prince Joff, sister? He's very gallant, don't you think?"

"do you want a honest answer or do you want me to lair sister'' she move her gaze from her stitches to her sister '' honest answer will do sister '' Sansa tell her with smile on her face " I think he is handsome," Gwen said sansa smile increase "and he is stupid, bully and spoil littler brat excuse for a pr…..'' before she can finish her sentence she hear her septa yell at her to shut "GWENVEIR STARK that is not the way of the lady to speak'' the room fill with silence and both of them didn't believe what Gwen say about the prince, Sansa was in fury

"Am not a lady. But Jon says he looks like a girl," Gwen said

Sansa sighed as she stitched. "Poor Jon," she said. "He gets jealous because he's a bastard."

"He's our brother," Gwen said, much too loudly. Her voice cut through the afternoon quiet of the tower room.

"Our half brother," Sansa corrected, soft and precise. but Gwen did not let it pass " it does not make a different is more of stark than you''

Sansa only smiled for the septa. "Gwen and I were remarking on how pleased we were to have the princess with us today," she said.

Septa Mordane nodded. "Indeed. A great honor for us all." Princess Myrcella smiled uncertainly at the compliment. "Gwen, why aren't you at work?" the septa asked. She rose to her feet, starched skirts rustling as she started across the room. "Let me see your stitches."

Gwen wanted to scream. It was just like Sansa to go and attract the septa's attention. "Here," she said, surrendering up her work.

The septa examined the fabric. "Gwen, Gwen, Gwen," she said. "This will not do. This will not do at all."

Everyone was looking at her. It was too much. Sansa was too well bred to smile at her sister's disgrace, but Jeyne was smirking on her behalf. Even Princess Myrcella looked sorry for her. Gwen felt tears filling her eyes. She pushed herself out of her chair and bolted for the door.

Septa Mordane called after her. "Arya, come back here! Don't you take another step! Your lady mother will hear of this. In front of our royal princess too! You'll shame us all!"

Gwen stopped at the door and turned back, biting her lip. The tears were running down her cheeks now. She managed a stiff little bow to Myrcella. "By your leave, my lady."

Myrcella blinked at her and looked to her ladies for guidance. But if she was uncertain, Septa Mordane was not. "Just where do you think you are going, Gwen?" the septa demanded.

Gwen glared at her. "I have to go shoe a horse," she said sweetly, taking a brief satisfaction in the shock on the septa's face. Then she whirled and made her exit, running down the steps as fast as her feet would take her before the bump with large figure on her way when rise her head it was Jaime lannister " pardon me ser'' she didn't look at his face cause she was try to hide her tears. Jaime rise her chin and rise her head so she can look at him "what the matter young wolf '' he ask " it nothing ser '' she tell him Jaime weep the tears out her face " do not tell me it nothing while your crying'' before she can tell him she hear another person call her name "Gwenveir what are doing here child'' it was her father she run to him and hug him so tight Ned was surprise at her behavior a till Jaime decide to explain to him what happen

"thank you ser Jaime I can handle it from here" ned thanks the knight and Jaime took is leave.

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