Okay so this is the farewell chapter between Gabrielle and Jaime (but for only a while, I promise :)) and I don't really like how I wrote it, but it works I guess. LOL and another thing . . . the children are older in this chapter, not quite one but they are walking and laughing if that's any clue lol

Anyway, enjoy!

Nagiana

Jaime Lannister's POV . . .

Cersei Lannister's anger was nothing compared to that of Gabrielle, his Dothraki Princess and in which she clearly had inherited her anger from.

Of course, everyone seemed angry at Jaime now, it seemed.

Cersei was angry at him because she had somehow figured out about his little trysts with a Northern woman (although she did not know who it was yet, Jaime thanked the Seven) and had ranted and raved, calling him an all matter of obscenities and screamed that he didn't love her anymore while he was all she ever thought about. Jaime had tried to calm her down, telling her everything that she wanted to hear (or what he thought she wanted to hear) from this unknown Northern woman had seduced him, to he still loved her and only her, but in the end, Cersei told their father like a spurned little girl and like a father reprimanding two of his young children, demanded that they make up. Jaime didn't want to, but he did and in the end, he was ordered back to King's Landing by his father when the court returned on progress.

And in the end she ignored him.

But what could he do? Jaime could only grit his teeth and ignore that she walked around on Jon's arms, laughing with him, kissing him, like nothing had ever happened . . . like Jaime had never happened.

Jaime Lannister never fancied himself the jealous type except for whenever it came to Cersei, but when it came to Gabrielle, there seemed nothing he could do to control his emotions around her. However, everyone was watching now, it seemed; Cersei, Ned, even that dratted bastard, Jon . . . especially Jon.

The last day the court was in Winterfell was also the first time that Gabrielle had been completely alone, her children excluded. Gabrielle's Lady, Maharet was also with her and had accompanied her and the children while they made their way to the ancient Godswood where Ned Stark seemed to spend the vast majority of his life in (especially more-so now that it was common knowledge that Ned Stark was sleeping with his bastard's mother now . . . the bastard mother that was still fertile) and the Godswood which caused Gabrielle to become a little bit more pious lately.

He wouldn't say he had stalked her, exactly, but he had fallowed her and even hung back when they reached the Godswood. He watched as Gabrielle gave Maharet leave to go for a few hours and then she and the children slipped into the Godswood, Nathaniel constantly talking in his little baby voice.

He made his way to the Godswood as well after Gabrielle, hoping against hope that she had forgiven him but stopped dead when he saw the huge albino direwolf lope in after them, his pink tongue wagging in the cool northern air. Jaime scowled when he saw the Bastard's direwolf hanging so protectively around his master's family.

Seemed Jon Snow wasn't as much of an idiot as the Southern people made him out to be. He was Ned Stark's son, after all.

Gabrielle Snow's POV . . .

Gabrielle loved it here in the Godswood and the more she sat in front of the Godtree with its carved face and amber tears and blood red leaves, the more peaceful and contented she felt. She smiled a small smile and watched her children run around the Godswood, laughing and grinning as Ghost loped behind them, nipping playfully and gently at their heels. Gabrielle could not deny that she felt safer with the direwolf. He was such a huge presence in their lives and when he was around them, she felt like, somehow, that Jon was with them, hovering like a bodyguard over their shoulders and beside them.

The smile left her features and Gabrielle bowed her head and closed her eyes in fervent prayer. Like a worm gnawing at her heart, her relationship with Jaime Lannister refused to leave her. She prayed to the Forest God to relieve her of the guilt that plagued her soul, that threatened to devour her whole –

Gabrielle was broken out of her prayers by Ghost's low growling. Her eyes immediately shot onto the direwolf standing not far from her, protectively pushing the children away from whatever he saw. His gums were pulled away from his teeth, baring snow-white teeth and an angry, warning look in his pinkish-red eyes. His hackles were raised too, his shoulders hunched. He was conserving energy to leap.

Gabrielle turned around, her heart racing at whoever dared to try and hurt them in the sacred Godswood, but let out a relieved sigh when she saw it was only Jaime. She rose gracefully to her feet and laid a gentle hand on Ghost's neck, her fingers sliding almost lovingly through the thick white fur in a gesture meant to soothe. Ghost calmed down almost immediately; he closed his mouth and his hackles returned to normal, although a wary look still resided in his eyes as he gazed at Jaime. He even stopped pushing so frantically on the children, who relaxed as Ghost relaxed.

Ghost slowly moved to stand in front of Gabrielle now as well as the children, keeping his eyes on Jaime the entire time and there was nothing that Gabrielle could do to move the direwolf whose withers came up to her waist. She smiled a strained smile at Jaime, who returned it. Gabrielle's hand was still moving through the hair of his withers, her fingers gliding through the hair like water and with every soothing motion, she felt Ghost become calmer and calmer until he moved out of her way and went to sit by the children, who wrapped their arms around the large direwolf.

Jaime took a few steps closer to them but stopped with Ghost immediately growled and bared his teeth to the Kingslayer. Jaime nodded and bowed sarcastically. "Okay, okay, I get it!" He spoke, laughing a little and when he turned his eyes onto Gabrielle, he saw her eyes held a cold, unforgiving light that seemed to spear through his heart.

"What are you doing here, Jaime?" She asked him coldly, and Jaime shrugged.

"I came to apologize."

"You wanted to apologize for what?"

"I wanted to apologize for leaving you." Gabrielle scoffed and looked away, her eyes becoming as cold and hard as flint, her face as expressionless as the most thickly-blooded Dothraki.

"Please Jaime, save me your song. What we had was nothing . . . as I recall you telling me, it was just sex; emotions weren't allowed. So to answer your question, am I sorry your leaving? In a way, yes . . . but in another way, no," She looked down and smoothed out a wrinkle on her aquamarine colored skirts. "I'm sorry you're leaving because . . ." She laughed a little and turned her still cold-as-flint eyes onto his. "Because Jaime, you were really good in bed."

The words were like a shotgun blast to the chest. He was ashamed that he thought anything more would have come of this relationship. He was a member of the Kingsguard; he would hold the position until he died and he could take no wife. Gabrielle had a husband; she had children and a life here at Winterfell . . . why did he think that it could be anything different between them?

Gabrielle shot him a reassuring smile before she quietly gathered up the children and ushered them towards the gates leading out of the Godswood, Ghost careful to be between his family and the strange Lannister at all times.

Jaime allowed them to go in peace, knowing that if he didn't, it would only serve to drive Gabrielle further away from him.