I want to thank the people/readers for the views I get for this story. I see it go up each time I log in and it brings me complete joy to see people actually reading this story.

My chapters always have a meaning to the story so keep that in mind when you see the chapter title. Like if I put a part on it that means you WILL see it again I can promise you that hence "The Silent Maiden of The North" this side of Guinevere is like her alternate personality and I wanted to establish that Guinevere really loves Bran like a brother and as I read the books and watched the series, I wanted to make someone go kind of mad over Bran's falling (like Catelyn). Hope you all like this chapter, sorry no tourney.

Guinevere's King Landing's dress is now on my profile.

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Guinevere rode on her horse near the wagon and Ned. When they had ridden in through the gates of the castle, people had come around them and stared at them, but mostly at her…whispering her name and rumors. As they came through the castle's gates they were all astonished by the castle itself. They had stopped riding and made their destination.

A page had came walking towards them gracefully as Ned got dismounted his horse.

"Welcome, Lord Stark. Grand Maester Pycelle has called a meeting of the small council, the honor your presence is requested."

Ned looked tired and turned towards his daughters. "Get the girls settled in. I'll be back in time for supper and Jory you will go with them" Their septa and Jory nodded in obedience.

He turned back towards the page. "If you would like to change into something more appropriate…" Ned looked cold as stone as he took off his gloves and just stared at the page. The page seemed nervous and some what a little terrified. The page turned and walked in the direction of the throne room and Ned followed him while they were led to their chambers in the Tower of The Hand.

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Pella had led Guinevere to her chambers. When Guinevere had entered her room, it was some what large and very beautiful. Her canopy bed was fairly large as well, with powder blue silk linen sheets on it. The sheets were embroidered with golden vines, there were white drapes hanging. Throw pillows had been neatly placed on the bed as well. White curtains hung in the arcs that lead to the balconies and the bathroom. The sun had shinned in through the arcs, the wind kept on lightly blowing the curtains into the room which Pella had to now pin down. Her things had obviously been put away. She went to the wardrobe and opened it and saw that all of her dresses had been hung in color co-ordinate. Pella came back into the room.

"M'lady, I've taken the liberty to draw you a bath and fill it with rose water."

"Thank you, Pella. That will be all for now. Go and explore the city, I can manage here."

Pella smiled excitably, she lowly bowed her head and left. Guinevere took off her clothes and stepped into the bathtub. She laid in the water for quite some time. Guinevere didn't really want to get out of the water because it was too peaceful for her to step out of.

Guinevere finally came out of the water and put on a soft pink silk robe. It seems every where I turn there is silk in my face, she thought. Guinevere did like silk here and there and it was very elegant, but when it's every where it got on her nerves.

Guinevere came back into the room and noticed a dress laid out on her bed which she had not seen before. It looked similar to her blue dress, but it seemed different. It definitely looked southern, but then again it looked a lot like her blue dress. It had a beautiful violet color along with blue on it. She knew it had to be from someone with a lot of money to give her such a dress like this one. Guinevere had decided to wear it today. She let her hair down, her dark waves coming down to her back.

Guinevere had wanted to explore the castle that everyone had dreamed of living and ruling in. It is a beauty, she thought. She made her way down flights of stairs until she had the gardens.

The gardens had stopped her immediately from taking another step somewhere else. Guinevere had a weakness for flowers which no one knew about except Robb maybe. When she had entered the gardens, she saw that it was magnificent and perfect. Not a single dead flower in sight which the sun had shined it's brightest on the gardens; the garden was actually very large which excited Guinevere. She started to walk around the gardens trying to find her favorite flower. If people ever knew I had a weakness for my favorite kind of flower, she thought then they would forever call me the Rose of the North or Lyanna Stark. She had been looking frantically for the flower until she had caught it peering up from every flower in the garden from the corner of her eye.

Guinevere turned around and saw a blossomed soft pink camellia japonica standing out from all the other flowers. She smiled brightly at it. She was about to touch it when she saw Jaime coming down the gravel path and towards her, his white cloak swaying in the wind. He had his Kingsguard amour on and his hand on the hilt of his sword, he was all in white and gold which suited him. She turned back to the flowers as if gazing at them and lost in thought. In truth, Guinevere had wanted more than anything; to run out of the garden, even though it was so beautiful and back into her chambers and lock herself in there until supper had been served. She was silent now as he stood beside her, probably trying to figure out what flower she was gazing at.

"You know each time I speak to you, I learn something new about you."

"Please, do tell Ser Jaime of the new things you have learned about me."

He smirked and in an amused voice he said, "Well from the dress that I have given you, you like the simple yet beautiful things that standout. Your choice of horse and its name tell me that you love the snow, but from the amazed look on your face after seeing the gardens you love the spring time. You always take your time to look at the simple things to try and find beauty in them."

"You seem think you have me all figured out. Don't you, Ser Jaime?" She said as her smile left her lips.

"You don't really do well with confrontation, but no I don't have you all figured out…but I will someday at least." He didn't sound amused, but sort of serious which took Guinevere by surprise.

She turned to look away from the flower and soon realized that they were alone in the gardens by themselves again. She decided to turn and walk back to her chambers, but soon was stopped by Jaime's grip on her arms. He spun her around and smirked at her struggle to get free.

"Let. Me. Go." Guinevere said through each wiggle.

"No." He simply said as he looked at her.

"Please, I need to…Lord Eddard will be looking for me for supper."

"Ned Stark is in a meeting with the small counsel and judging by just how poorly Westeros is doing he will be in there for a very long time which gives us more time."

"Oh please, you're lying. He always makes time for supper which judging by the sun will be at any time."

He laughed. "Why not have your supper with me, am I that bad to be around?"

"Yes you are when you're being a complete ass."

"Alright, fine. Just answer my question I ask you."

She grunted. "Depends on the question."

He smiled. "What is your favorite flower, Guinevere?"

She was taken by complete surprise at his question. She had thought it was about her relationship with Robb or her family. Why should you be surprised, a voice told her in the back of her head, he has been watching you and has taken the liberty to give a new dress that you love.

She sighed in defeat. "A pink camellia japonica. There are very rare and are hardly found anywhere, but in the Free Cities."

He smirked and let go of her arms. He planted a soft kiss on her lips. She had left immediately after the kiss and headed straight for her room.

Guinevere wasn't that hungry and so she took a nap instead and waited for the sun to come down, the moon to rise, and for everyone to let sleep take them so she could go down to the kitchens to get some food in her belly. She finally let go and sleep take her into its wings of dreams and nightmares.

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Guinevere had awoken to the sound of someone banging on her door. She rubbed her eyes and stood up from the bed. She unlatched the door and she found it was Ned banging on the door.

"Can I come in?" She nodded and stepped aside to let him come in. She closed the door behind him.

"Are you alright, love? I didn't see you at supper."

"Sorry…I didn't mean to sleep so late. I wasn't so hungry after all."

He smiled which was very rare; he seemed to be hiding something behind his back.

"I had thought you might have been hungry so I brought you some of your supper."

He presented a loaf of bread and some red apples on a plate. She smiled, took the plate, and placed it on the table in the corner.

Ned sat down on her bed and patted the bed. She sat down on the bed beside him.

Ned sighed. "I had wanted to tell you at supper that Bran has awoken."

Guinevere's breathe and words had caught in her throat. She could not believe it at first; she had thought this moment would never happen in reality, but in dreams. Guinevere now knew that the old and new gods had heard her and her promise to them. What happened with Jaime today, she told herself, can never happen again…I have to stay away from him…far away from him to protect the Starks.

Guinevere's face lit up. She started to laugh hysterically and jumped to hug Ned. Tears were falling from her as they tightly held on each other.

"I know, I know, my child...there is something else you should as well, Gwen." Ned sounded stern and like he didn't even want to tell her what he was going to tell her.

She looked confused at him because the last time he had said those words was when he was telling her who her mother was. Ned held her hands into his and sighed. Guinevere looked at him and saw a tired, old man.

"Remember when you were little and I told you that your mother was my sister, Lyanna Stark, and then you asked me who your father was." She nodded, still confused.

"I promised to tell you about your father when the time was right…I think it is time to tell you. Your father was a…" He looked as if he couldn't say it or was disgusted by it, but as he looked at her, Guinevere saw pity in his eyes.

"Your father was a Targaryen, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen." She was stunned at that moment. She looked nothing like a Targaryen, but more like a Stark instead. She scoffed and stood up. She started to pace back and forth as Ned looked at the girl with pity.

"How is that man my father? He and I are nothing alike. I don't even look like him. I am a Velaryon…not a Stark, and not a Targaryen."

Ned laughed sadly and said, "You are more like your father than you realize. I remember someone telling me that the man had an interest in reading, particularly in history and the folk lore. Also that he was very determined, noble, and he fought with honor. You are also like your mother and my sister. She was very stubborn and I believe that if my father had allowed my sister to carry a sword…she would carry it like a knight or a warrior would. Ready at any moment to strike. She was very hot-tempered, very headstrong she was my sister. She had iron underneath her skin; she was a wolf as Rhaegar was a dragon, Gwen you are your parents mixed." She stopped pacing and looked at him.

"Does this mean that I will have to leave my life behind because of who I am? Does this mean that I will be hunted down by King Robert because of who my father was or will I be shown mercy because I look like my mother and my uncle is like a brother to him?"

Guinevere came closer, anger and spite filled her body as she said, "Does this mean that I claim to the Iron Throne and that I will see everyone I love die because of me?"

Ned tried to calm her down, but she shook her head. She yelled at him to get out. As he was about to walk out the door, he turned and said, "I had promised your mother and my sister. I have planned to keep that promise and take it to my grave. I hope you can look past the hate and see the love I bear for you as if you were my own. Good night, Guinevere." He left her room.

She decided to wait a little until she could go to the kitchens and get some food. She had felt guilty for at that moment not trusting Ned, but she had to be cautious, now that she was a Targaryen. She went to the kitchens and brought up to her room a bowl of strawberries, cherries, and grapes.

Guinevere came into her chambers and put the bowl on one of the tables. Her back was turned while she was pouring herself a goblet of wine when a voice broke the silence in the room.

"You know it's a bit late to be having your supper." She whirled around and dropped the goblet on the floor as she saw Jaime standing on the balcony, not in his kingsguard uniform. Hesitantly she came closer to him. He smirked and came closer to her as well. They just stared at each other as he grabbed her by the arms and just looked at her as if he was trying to figure her out.

"Tomorrow is the tourney you know. I want to ask you, Lady Guinevere if I can have your favor?" He smirked at her surprised face. She managed to get out of his grasp and ran out of her chambers and headed for her peace and quiet. The gardens.

~Fin~

Thank you all for reading and the reviews. Guinevere's Dress for King's Landing is on my profile. Hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter.

Next Chapter: The gardens with Jaime, the tourney, maybe some lemons, news of Tyrion's kidnapping, and the fight scene between Jaime and Ned.

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