A/N: Woohoo for an update! And Game of Thrones returns on Sunday! I seriously cannot wait!

A/N2: There has been a rating change. You have been warned!

A/N3: Sorry for the long wait on the update, I've been trying to figure out where to go with my Robb Stark story, but nothing was coming. If anyone that has read it has an idea, please feel free to message me.

A/N4: I don't own anything to do with Game of Thrones

Looking out the window from the bedchambers, Juliana continued to run the hairbrush through her long locks. She could see so many people. Men, women, and children who all had some place to be. But not her, she was still finding out who she was. When she was growing up in Winterfell she had been Lady Juliana Stark and now she could no longer be called that. She had married Jaime Lannister so that her younger sister may marry the crowned prince one day. That was something she did not like and upon the journey to King's Landing she learned that Prince Joffrey was not the man who should marry her sister. If she could, she would break that arrangement in a heartbeat.

Releasing a long sigh, Juliana looked towards the bed she shared with her husband and felt the tears stinging her eyes. More than anything she wished that Arrow was there, but there were no direwolves in King's Landing. After the incident on the King's Road, she had fought with Jaime about Arrow. She knew that her friend was safer at Casterly Rock then in King's Landing, but there was an emptiness without his presence around.

Walking to the vanity in the room, she placed the brush down before finding the inkwell and quill, but no parchment. She knew she needed to write to her twin and let him know all that had happened since they departed from Winterfell. Part of her wanted to get on a horse and just go home, back to Winterfell where she knew what her place was. While she was here, she didn't know who or what she was supposed to be. Arya wasn't just down the hall besides her blood family, she didn't know who she could trust. With an aggravated sigh, Juliana gave up looking for the parchment.

Leaving the chambers that didn't really feel like hers, she didn't care that Jaime was due to arrive within the hour. There was something more important that she needed to do. The vibrant colors that engulfed the capital were just what Sansa had always dreamed about, but Juliana didn't care for it one way or the other. She missed the falling snow and the woods, but most of all she missed her twin brother. Never in her life could she remember being so far away from him for such a long period of time. Making her way towards the tower, where her family now resided was easier since she had no one stopping her to ask her where she was going or if her husband knew where she was going. It seemed since they arrived at the capital that the guards Jaime had assigned to her in Winterfell had vanished. Today she was thankful for that.

Knocking on the door, she waited impatiently for someone to answer. As she was turning to knock again, the door opened. Seeing the surprise upon Jory's face, Juliana smiled. "May I come in?" she asked. "Or am I unwelcome now that I have been married off and-"

"You are always welcome in any place your father is," Jory said interrupting her as he opened the door wider for his Lord's eldest daughter to enter the household. "Your father and sister are not here right now."

"Where are they?" Juliana asked as they walked up the stairs.

"Your father is at a small council meeting," Jory informed her. "And Lady Sansa is in the garden with Septa Mordane. They wished to do their needle work out there today."

"And Arya?"

"Juliana!"

Smiling, Juliana watched as Arya rushed to her and hugged her. To some people siblings were naturally close, but that wasn't true in her family. Arya and Sansa had been fighting for years for no real reason, but Juliana and Arya had always gotten along. Maybe it was the Stark blood in them, but it didn't matter. Wrapping her arms around her younger sister, Juliana fought back the tears. It had only been a week, but Juliana missed having her sister down the hall from her sleeping chambers.

"Shouldn't you be doing needlework with Septa Mordane and Sansa?" Juliana asked as they walked up to Arya's bedchambers.

"I wasn't invited," Arya said with a grin. "I heard the King wants to throw a tournament in father's name."

"Father will try and talk the king out of it," Juliana said. "He has never been a fan of tournaments."

"I want you to come to my dancing lesson," Arya said. "Please."

Once they were sitting inside Arya's chambers and the door was shut, Juliana looked at her sister curiously. It took forever to get Arya into a dress for one of their name day celebrations in Winterfell and now she was taking dancing lessons? It just didn't make sense to her.

"You don't like dancing."

"Can you keep a secret?" Arya asked as she looked at her eldest sister with a bright smile on her face that she hadn't seen since they were back in Winterfell. Juliana nodded her head and gave her a small smile. "Father has gotten me an instructor. He's amazing, but you can't tell Sansa or Septa Mordane."

"What kind of instructor has you so excited for lessons?" Juliana asked her.

"His name is Syrio Forel and he's been teaching the ways of the water dancing. I think I am getting better, but I want you to come and see. Please."

Nodding her head, she agreed to her sister's request. As of right now it was the only thing she truly had going in her life. Her husband was off guarding the king while he did, what or rather who knows what. Hearing a knock at Arya's door, they shared a look of not knowing who it was.

"Enter."

When the door opened, Juliana smiled upon seeing her father. It might not have been that long since she had seen him, but it sure felt like it for her. Standing up, she smiled at him before walking to him and hugging him. She did her best to hold the tears in, but her father knew almost as well as Robb did.

"Are you well?"

Drawing back, Juliana nodded her head but didn't meet her father's gaze. She couldn't look at him in the eye and lie to him. To tell him that everything was just great or even fine would be a right out lie and he would see right through it.

"Jory told me that you were here," Eddard said. "I think we should talk."

Turning and looking at Arya, she gave her a smile. "Let me know when you would like me to see you at your dancing lesson, okay?"

Nodding her head, she smiled as she watched her father and sister leave the room. In Arya's opinion it wasn't hard to tell that there was something the matter with her sister, but she didn't know what it was. There was no doubt that their father would have it figured out before Juliana left the household.

Walking into her father's study almost reminded Juliana of the times she would sit and read in his study in Winterfell while he did his work. It was after her mother had agreed that she did not have to attend the lessons with Septa Mordane as often as her sisters, but they agreed she would go to lessons and keep Arya out of trouble.

"Was it hard for mother to live in Winterfell when you were first married?"

Sitting across from his desk, Juliana couldn't look at her father without bursting into the tears she was doing her best to hold back. She wished her mother were here to answer some of her questions, but she was not. Lady Catelyn Stark was back in Winterfell praying over her younger brother's broken body.

"It was a hard adjustment for the both of us. Especially when I left so soon to go to war with Robert. And when I came home and found that you and your brother had been born, it was when I started to love your mother. But I couldn't turn Jon out just because he was not your mother's son, so it made things difficult for a time," Eddard said looking at his eldest daughter as she listened ever so carefully to each word he said. "After some time, we found common ground and eventually we moved on with our lives. I love your mother and I am sorry she was hurt from what I did, but she loves Winterfell."

"I wish I had a husband that loved me the way you and mother love each other," Juliana said. "I don't belong here. I wish I had never left Winterfell."

"It will take some time to become adjusted to your roll here," Eddard said. "Things are different here, we are not in the North any longer."

"I noticed that very quickly," Juliana said. "My husband is gone all the time and when I thought I was with child I had no one to tell or talk to. I don't trust the people here."

"You are with child?" Eddard asked, looking at his daughter.

"No," Juliana said, with a long sigh. "I thought that I might have been, but I was mistaken. But even if I was, when am I supposed to tell my husband? When I see him guarding a door? I hardly ever see him and I don't understand the people here."

"Keep your guard up," Eddard told her. "The people here are not the same as the people in the North. Do not fear, I am sure that you will see your husband soon and maybe then you will truly get to know him."

"How do I get to know someone that is never around?" Juliana asked, not really expecting an answer from her father, but feeling the need to ask the question. "I think that I will go to the God's Wood, it isn't the same as the one back home, but maybe they will still listen to me from there."

"I shall have Jory escort you there."

Rising from her seat, she watched her father do the same. Walking over to him, she smiled and kissed his cheek. "I'll be fine. No one will bother me there."

Walking back to her chambers, Juliana didn't realize how late it had become until she saw that the sun was setting. It was doubtful that her husband would be in their chambers, but she did not wish to be out in the streets after dark. She didn't know what kinds of things happened here once the sun had set, after all this was not Winterfell.

Opening the door to her chambers, she noticed that it was lit up including the fireplace. That was when she noticed the white cloak Jaime wore was tossed over the chair in front of the fireplace. The armor he wore was in put away and that was when she noticed him. He was standing in front of the large window, with a cup of what she assumed was wine in his hand.

"So Lady Lannister has returned from her mysterious journey around King's Landing."

"Am I not allowed to leave these chambers, husband?" Juliana asked, steeling herself for whatever her husband believed she should not have done. "Or am I supposed to stay here in the chance that you actually return to these chambers?"

In a few quick strides, Jaime was standing in front of his wife. His very young and naïve wife. "I have seen the King hit my sister for saying such things to him."

Feeling him but his hand upon her face, Juliana did her best not to show him any fear. No fear of him or fear of what he might do to her. "And are you going to hit me as the King does to his Queen?"

Staring down into his wife's eyes, his hand went from her face to the laces in the front of her dress. Pulling on them, he watched as she continued to watch him as he undressed her. When he had stripped her of everything besides her shift, he pulled her towards him and bent his head and kissed her.

It wasn't soft and passionate, but urgent. She didn't know what to say to him. Once he backed away from her, he paced the room for a moment before he started to undress himself. Once he had rid himself with every stitch of clothing, he turned and looked at her again. "You will take the guards with you wherever you go. Do you understand me?"

Juliana crossed her arms over her chest, but said nothing.

"Wife."

Taking a deep breath, Juliana nodded her head. "They weren't out there when I went to see my family or to-"

"Then you wait for them to return."

"I don't think-"

"No you don't," Jaime told her. "This isn't the North. You will do as I say, do I make myself clear, wife?"

"Yes."

Coming back towards her, he used his hand and brought her face up to his. "The maids tell me that you have bled. So you are not with child."

"I'm not."

"We shall have to work on that."

Feeling Jaime tug on the laces that kept her shift together, she watched as it soon pooled at her feet. Using her hands to cover herself as much as she could, Juliana did not wish to be naked in front of Jaime Lannister. He might be her husband, but she did not feel comfortable with being naked in his presence.

Picking up his wife bridal style, Jaime carried her over to their bed and lay her down. Moving quickly so she didn't have time to move or hide from him, Jaime hovered over his wife. As he looked at her naked form, his eyes lingered on her full breasts. She was not overly endowed in the breast area, but to him they were a good size. Leaning down, he placed a kiss upon each of her breasts. With each kiss to her breasts, his tongue swept across her nipples making them hard.

"Jaime…."

"Relax, Juliana," he said with a grin upon his face. "Enjoy yourself and maybe this time you will find yourself with child after all."

The feeling of Jaime's lips and tongue moving across her flat belly to her breasts and back again, made her squirm. She was unfamiliar with the sensation that was coursing through her. As soon as her husband place a finger between her thighs and then drew it back to see the wetness upon his digit, he grinned at her.

No more words were exchanged. Jaime took advantage of his wife's silence and plunged his cock inside of her. Juliana bit down on her bottom lip to keep the moan from escaping her. She didn't wish to sound like one of the whores that the king was known to fuck at any given time. But when her husband kissed her as he continued to thrust into her over and over again. Only this time it was different than the last two times that they had done this. There was no pain. And she felt as if she was enjoying it.

Not thinking about anything, except what her husband was doing to her and how she felt, Juliana called out her husband's name as he thrusted harder and harder into her until her was completely spent. Spilling his seed inside his wife was his duty, as his father continued to tell him. There needed to be an heir of Casterly Rock.

When he was sure that he had spent everything into his wife, Jaime grabbed the blanket and covered his wife as well as himself. It didn't take long before sleep claimed the both of them.

A/N: Let me know what you think!