. /thetinkerfairy/26996625/9154/9154_ Guinevere's dress until King's Landing

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Guinevere almost ran to her chambers and slammed her door after her argument with Ser Jaime. Damn green-eyed, blonde fool, she thought. She felt like a fool actually. She felt so stupid because she was being a hypocrite. She had always hated people who used their house or family as a power against someone and she just did that to Ser Jaime or at least tried to. She had to force herself to put that in the back of her mind because right she had a fest to get ready for.

Guinevere had let her hair down again and dressed as she was for the feast and didn't really care if anyone noticed her wearing the same outfit. As she came to the front doors of the hall where the feast was being held she had noticed that Jon was practicing using his sword. Guinevere lifted up her skirts a little so that she could run to him.

He immediately stopped swinging his sword and smiled sadly at her. She gave him a smile as well and said, "Jon why aren't you at the feast already, come on? If you're not there Theon would surely try to steal your meal and eat it like the fat boy he is."

He chuckled and replied in an almost sad voice, "I can't go Gwen. You know bastards can't go to feasts with royalty. Lady Stark told me I can't go because the king might see it as disrespectful and rude and dishonor and disgraceful and-"

She cut him off saying, "You do know that King Robert has probably so many bastards that some of them are in the hall right now or that some even populate every house of Westeros."

Jon shook his head. "You should be careful about what you say, Gwen there are spies everywhere now that the royal family is and any of those spies would be glad to tell them what you just said for an amount of gold. If that happens you'd be beheaded Gwen. I don't think that anyone of us can stand to see your head on their not even Lord and Lady Stark."

Guinevere already knew she had to be careful now that the royal family was in Winterfell wandering about or as Ser Jaime put it, "exploring". She nodded with a serious face at Jon and he smiled.

"I'm leaving for the Wall, Gwen." Jon said as he turned to clean his sword. Guinevere was completely shocked. She couldn't let him go…not right now. He and Theon were like brothers to her…older brothers.

"Why? W-why would you want to leave?"

"I don't belong here and don't that I do cause I don't Gwen. I'm treated exactly like a bastard here in Winterfell. There's nothing here for me."

"And you think taking the black will give you what? Honor?"

"Yes Gwen. It will give me a purpose for something in this life. You will never understand how I feel, no one will."

"Oh believe me I know how you feel Jon."

"How? How could you possibly know how I am feeling Gwen? You aren't a bastard, you're a highborn as a matter of fact. No one looks at you with disgust and thinks of you as a dishonor."

She scoffed. "I do know that feeling because it was the same feeling my mother gave me and that same look came from her."

Jon looked speechless. "Gwen…I-I didn't know…you've never spoken of your mother ever to any of us."

"Well that's because she was like Lady Stark. Lady…" She stopped talking.

Guinevere gestured Jon to come closer and whispered in his ear everything she had been holding in as a secret.

"My mother's name was Lyanna Stark."

Jon was again speechless and wide-eyed. He whispered in her ear the question of who was her birth father. She shook her head with a sad and disappointed expression.

"Don't act dumb with me, but does Robb know?"

She shook her head again and said, "I tired to tell him, but I got side-tracked."

Jon rolled his eyes and tried not to look disgusted, as he said, "Knowing Robb, if you actually did tell him then he would ask for your hand."

Guinevere laughed nervously, but Jon continued, "I'm not dumb you know. I've seen the way he looks at you Gwen…he would die for you because he loves you, he would kill people just to be with you, he would lie about your true parentage if it meant he could be your lord husband and you his lady wife."

"Has he told you any of this or are you just going out on one of your crazy theories again like you used to when we were younger."

He was about to something when he noticed someone was coming towards and he didn't look too happy to who it was. She followed his eyes and met Tyrion Lannister.

Tyrion smiled and said, "No what is a highborn lady with such a pretty dress out here in the mud and dirt only to get it dirty."

She had remembered a similar conservation with another certain cocky Lannister not a while ago. It seems every corner I turn around this damn place I keep on running into a Lannister, she thought.

Jon had stepped a little closer to her as a caution, she didn't care what a size a man was, but then again he was still a man.

"You know I had the very same conversation with your brother while he was well as he put it…exploring the castle in his words."

Tyrion smiled like his brother did, showing his white teeth to her, "My lady, do believe me when I tell you that I've never had the pleasure of hearing my dear brother's story of exploring the castle."

She seemed surprised actually because she had heard that Tywin Lanniter's sons have been very close ever since they were just babes.

Tyrion seemed to also notice her face and said in an amused voice, "Do not fret my lady for my dear brother will surely tell me of his time, exploring." She rolled her eyes and he walked away, but he stopped and looked at Jon.

Tyrion had now a serious face on as he spoke directly to him. "Let me tell you something, Bastard. Never forget what you are, the rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor and it can never be used to hurt you."

"What the hell do you know about being a bastard?" Jon said in an irritated yet intrigued voice.

"All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes." Tyrion told Jon and with that last thing he wobbled away into the darkness. She cleared her throat and told Jon she had to leave for the feast. He nodded with a smile and she hugged him tight.

. . .

Guinevere had made it to the feast a little late. She averted gazes, stares, and eyes except for Robb and Theon's. She finally made her way to their table and sat down. Guinevere acted as if nothing had happened as she started to reach for the pitcher filled with wine, but Robb's stern voice stopped her.

"Gwen, where have you been?"

She tried to avoid his eyes, "I was with Jon, watching him practice with his sword. Can you please pass the wine?"

Theon looked a little awkward as Robb asked her the same question. Theon gulped down his wine loudly as Guinevere smiled nervously and said, "I was with Jon, watching him with his sword…then Tyrion Lannister came and talked to us about what Jon had told me."

Guinevere knew it was not her place to tell Robb and Theon even though they may have already known because he probably told them already before her, but she decided to keep her mouth shut just in case.

Robb's face grew cold and Guinevere had only seen this side of him when she was a little and an older boy was starting to tease her, then once they got older he tried to push himself on her when Robb came and she did not really know or remember what Robb did to the older boy.

Robb put his hand on her thigh in a sweet way like he was making sure she was safe from something, "What did the Imp say?" Guinevere stopped eating and put her fork on the table hard. She roughly pushed Robb's hand off her thigh and turned to look at him.

She stared at him in the eyes and spoke in a cold and harsh voice which Robb had never heard before, "Don't ever call him that again. If you do I'll never speak to you again, Robb."

She hated when people gave nicknames to others. Her mind went back to Ser Jaime and the nickname she had said to him. Guinevere hated to apologize to people especially if it's someone who is a complete ass, but she knew if she had ever seen Ser Jaime while she was alone then she would have to say the thing she most dreaded to say to anyone.

It wasn't Tyrion's fault of the way he was born into this life by the gods. Guinevere doubted that Tyrion liked being a dwarf so why should someone remind him by calling him his nickname.

Robb looked very surprised at her because he knew she wasn't drunk off her ass and was very sober right now. She rolled her eyes and stood up rapidly from her seat and exited the table. She didn't want to dance the night away like she had liked and wanted to do at every feast. A few eyes were now on Robb and her including a certain pair of emerald green eyes. Guinevere didn't really care right now. All she knew that she needed to get some fresh air right now from all the weight that was now on her shoulders.

Sitting on a ledge in the practicing yard, she began to think. The nightmares had gotten worse. When she had taken a nap earlier, she had a nightmare except this one was different from the other. She remembered falling from something and watching her from above was a lion and it was golden with green eyes like the one from Ned's death with crows flying above. Then it had smile and showed it's white sharp teeth then she had woke up with a layer of sweat on her and her heart pounding hard against her chest. Maybe the lion had something to do with the Lannisters and them trying to kill her or someone close to her.

She got off the ledge and went back to her chambers. On her way there, she was stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her back. She whirled around and saw the face of Ser Jaime Lannister.

"Ser, would you mind letting me go, I'm feeling tried and light headed." She insisted.

He laughed. "You can't feel light headed because in the entire night I've watched you and I've never seen a drop of wine touch those pretty pink lips of yours, which the Stark boy seems to love to touch so many times."

She was angry instead of shocked. Guinevere quickly lifted her hand to slap him when he grabbed it and brought her closer until their chests were touching each other. She had tried to wiggle out of his grasp which caused an amused grin on his face to appear.

"Please…let me go. I need t-to-"

"To what go to warm the Stark boy's bed tonight after you hurt his feelings."

She scoffed. "Of course not. That's ridiculous, Ser Jaime."

"Oh so it's Ser Jaime now, I had thought that from our heated conversation earlier that I was Kingslayer. Did you have a change of heart, little Lyanna?"

"I'm…um…well-"

"Come on, little Lyanna. Let's go for a walk to your chambers and get you tucked into your warm bed instead of someone else's."

He made her loop her arm through his with a victorious look on his face. They walked to her chambers in silence. She was trying to find the words to say to him, but didn't know how to exactly approach the situation. When they finally came to her door she stopped and looked Ser Jaime in the eyes and said to him,

"I am sorry for calling you that name. It was not right and well it very cruel and unkind to say such things to you. For that I am sorry, truly sorry for my words."

The knight seemed very surprised at her apology. She gave him a curtsey and turned to leave into her chambers when he turned her around and passionately kissed her. His hand was now in her hair and another was on her waist.

Guinevere started to panic for some reason. Her hand managed to find the handle and push the door open. Ser Jaime had stumbled into the room with her and kicked the door closed with his foot. She giggled and he chuckled as they made their way to her bed. Jaime fell on top of her as they fell onto the bed. His hand cupped her cheek. He kissed down her neck and she knew she had to resist, but she couldn't find herself as he had found her spot of where to be kissed. He started to unlace his breeches and lift up her skirts. He bent down to kiss her, she kissed him back. She took off his jacket as they were kissing and dropped it on the ground. He lifted up his tunic and threw it on the ground as well. Guinevere was starting to get very nervous because she had never gone this far with a man except Robb, but hey had never done it before. He went down her body, spread her legs apart and she could feel his breathe on her area. He was staring at it.

She lifted up her head and groaned, "Stop…staring, Jaime."

He chuckled and bent his head forward. He started to kiss everywhere down there. She whimpered and dug her nails into the silk sheets of the bed. His kisses were more rough and passionate. Jaime put his tongue everywhere causing her to go crazy with moans. He came up and kissed her. She rubbed her hand down his crotch. She heard a low growl in his throat. She smirked and started to pull down his breeches. She laid back down onto the bed.

She took deep breathes. He started to position himself between her legs and push inside of her. She started to feel tears build up in her eyes as he tried to be gentle and not hurt her, but it was useless.

"Gods. Just try to be still, it won't hurt as much, Gwen" He said through each groan.

They were still for a moment then he started to push in and out of her. Jaime had said to her, but she could barely hear him. Everything around her started to blur as she started to feel pleasure. She could hear another voice, but it wasn't Jaime's, but Arya's instead. She saw everything go black.

She woke straight up in her bed. Arya had jumped back from the sudden movement. She was sweating again which meant she had a nightmare or was it a dream.

"What in the seven hells happened?"

"You were screaming, Gwen."

"How did I get in here?"

"You passed out while the ki-Ser Jaime was walking you to your chambers. He said you passed out in his arms, Gwen. You've been asleep for a few hours now…Gwen there's something I need to tell you."

She sighed loudly. "What is it?"

"Bran was climbing and he…h-he's…f-fallen."

Guinevere felt like she was going to go mad right now and kill someone. Taking in her silence, Arya continued, "Mother has been with him ever since he fell." Silence was in the room now.

Arya broke the silence by saying, "I heard father talking to the king. The king was saying something about taking you with us to King's Landing, but father is insisting you stay here with mother, but the king wouldn't listen and decided to tell you when you had woken up, but I ran here first to tell you so you could be prepared."

Guinevere couldn't say anything as she was still surprised and shocked. She nodded and tried to smile, but couldn't force it on her face.

Arya had left her to her thoughts. All that was on her mind was, Bran has fallen and may never wake to become the knight he had always dreamed to become one day, and also her nightmares could tell the future…her and Jaime Lannister's future were now intertwined forever by this dream, her dress in the dream had been different…it was crimson red.

~Fin~

Until next time my readers. Hope you all liked this chapter worked all day on this chapter so I could finish it for you guys. Look for dresses that Guinevere wears right now in my story which I will be posting onto my profile because they keep on erasing on here so go on there and I will say the outfit on the chapter it is for so you guys know. At first I wanted to make the sex real, but then I realized that they weren't ready yet in the story not just yet, but I'm thinking they may be ready when someone dies…won't say who. ;)

Next chapter: Leaving Winterfell, a talk with everyone, trouble on the Kingsroad, and if we're lucky we will be arriving King's Landing…don't be surprised if it the next chapter after the next one.