Here is the next chapter! This chapter does not have the letters from Robb and Jon…sorry!

Guinevere came to Ned's side after the King and Queen had left. They both looked very pissed as they had left him. The King was about to past Guinevere when he turned and spoke, "Lyanna."

Guinevere turned back towards him and smiled. "No your grace, it is Guinevere Velaryon." He smiled awkwardly and rubbed his eyes and sighed heavenly, "Seven hells. I fear I'm starting to go mad now. May the gods have mercy on me. Sorry Lady Guinevere, you remind me of her."

"It's alright, your-"

He put up his hand and said, "You can drop the formalities when it is just you and I, Gwen."

She smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Robert. How is Ned doing after his fight with Ser Jaime?" He looked suspiciously at her as she said Jaime's name.

"The damn fool is doing well, only a spear wound through the leg…Pycelle says he'll live. I hope the Kingslayer didn't trouble you, Ned told me that he was following you or something or he'd said something to you and you seemed afraid. Girl, you had better tell me the truth and nothing but… it is a great deal to lie to your king. Did the Kingslyer hurt you?" Robert said. He looked as if he wanted her to say that Jaime had hurt her so that he could hurt him himself. He also looked very protective over her as well. This is all because of Lyanna, she thought, if he found out who my father was…he would not care so much as he did now.

"Ser Jaime didn't lay a hand on me it was more the other way around really." She smirked. The king laughed so hard that his face was turning red and she laughed with him.

"You are more like Lyanna than you realize, Gwen. It must've hurt the Kingslyer's pride to get hit by a woman. Oh the gods and how they work in mysterious ways to make our dreams come true." She laughed again.

"He looked very surprised though he did deserve it. He tried to kill Ned. Ned is and always will be like a father to me even though I already have one, he'd always been there for me even when I was angry at him."

The king didn't look surprised. "Yes Ned has that impression on people these days. Even when we were young he always had too much honor on him, wore it like a flag or an amour really. Though he was always like a brother to me, even now he is somehow always right about things."

"Well Robert I have to go and see Ned for a while…is he still Hand of the King?"

He sighed loudly and heavily. "Yes he is. I told him that I swear on the Mother that if he takes it off again that I will pin the damn thing on Jaime Lannister so that should keep his ass here for a little while."

Guinevere smiled and turned to walk into Ned's chambers. When she came in she saw that Ned looked even more tried and now looked to be in pain as well. Guinevere tried to smile and said as she sat in a chair beside the bed, "How are you doing? I hear that you'll live to see another day at court with these southerners and their ridiculous hairstyles and play their games for a little while."

Ned tried to sit up, but grunted in pain and sunk back down into the bed. He sort of laughed, but was in pain as he did this.

"It seems so." She smiled and tightly held his hand. He squeezed her hand harder when he heard a sniffle from her.

She shook her head. "I'm sorry…it's just that I was so worried about you and when I found out that Ser Jaime and his men attacked you…then J-Jory was killed as well." Slowly tears started to roll down her cheeks then she smiled and said, "I slapped Ser Jaime across the cheek when I had heard."

He laughed lowly and sighed. "Gwen, that was very foolish of you, but I'm glad you did it…I wish I could've been there to have seen such a sight. Did he hurt you, Gwen?" He was now concerned.

She pretended to act surprise at the sudden realization that he didn't hurt her. "No actually he didn't even hurt me, not even by words. He just asked why I hate him so much."

Guinevere looked in the distance of an opened window as she remembered that night when she had wanted to see Jaime dead. Ned said her name which made her come back to the present to him.

"And what did you say to him?"

She smiled, then frowned as her mind again drifted off to what she had said, "I said that he could not even begin to know how much I hate him which made him angry and storm off on his horse."

"So you saw him leave the city?" Ned was now intrigued by Ser Jaime's interest and relationship with Guinevere.

She slightly frowned as she said, "No, I saw him from my balcony…well you had better get some rest because tomorrow I hear you'll be sitting on that iron chair everyone seems to be fighting over nowadays."

Ned squeezed her hand and she kissed him on his forehead which made him smile. Guinevere had left him and wandered off into the gardens for a while and eventually she found herself staring off in space in the gazebo.

. . .

Ned had called all three of them into his solar late that night just before they had to go to bed or at least Sansa and Arya did. Ned came in limping with a cane holding him up and said, "I'm sending all three of you back to Winterfell."

"What!?" Sansa said immediately.

"Listen-" Ned said, but was cut off by Sansa saying, "What about Joffrey?!"

"Are you dying because of you leg? Is that why you're sending us home" Arya asked in a concerned voice.

Guinevere felt bad about Ned and the girls go over each other by badgering him with questions.

"What? No." Ned replied quickly and tried to get a word in before the girls cut in again.

"Please, father. Please don't." Sansa pleaded.

"You can't." Arya said. "I've got my lessons with Syrio, I'm finally getting good."

"This isn't a punishment. I want you back in Winterfell for your own safety." Ned said.

"Can't we take Syrio back with us?" Arya argued.

"Who cares about your stupid dancing teacher!" Sansa said. "I can't go, I'm supposed to marry Prince Joffrey, I love him, I'm supposed to be his Queen and have his babies."

Arya looked at Sansa with a disgusted face that made Guinevere try to hold back her laugh and said, "Seven hells."

"When you're old enough I'll make you a match with some who is worthy of you. Some one who is brave, gentle, and strong." Ned said.

"I don't want someone who is brave, gentle, and strong! I want him!" Sansa said as she sort of sounded like a child and a lovesick fool.

This made Arya giggle and smile which made Ned look at her and smile knowing what the girl had thought to be so funny. Guinevere really did try to hold back her laughter as Sansa was acting like a blind brat in love with a psychopath like Joffrey.

Sansa ignored them and continued to plea with Ned, "He'll be the greatest king that ever was; a golden lion and I'll give him sons with beautiful blonde hair."

Ned looked like Sansa had given him a thought on something he had been trying to figure out. "The lion is not his sigil, idiot! He is a stag like his father." Arya said.

"He is not. He is nothing like that old, drunk king." Sansa said, but Ned was still too stuck on the thing Sansa had said about earlier.

"Sansa! You shouldn't say things about the king that way." Guinevere said.

"It's true. He is nothing like him…not even in appearance." Sansa said which made Guinevere roll her eyes.

"Go on, girls. Get your Septa and start packing your things." Ned said.

Arya pulled Sansa out of the room as she tried to plead with him, but it was useless.

Guinevere had stayed and said, "What is it? I saw the way you had looked at the girls after Sansa had mentioned having blonde hair babies…you can tell me."

Ned nodded and went to his desk and opened up a large book which seemed to be all the houses of Westeros and their children's appearance.

"You have to swear to me, not to tell anyone about this Guinevere…this is a matter of life and death and Jon Arryn had died because of this." She nodded and was not very concerned and curious about Jon Arryn's secret, but Guinevere had a feeling she had already had a theory on what Ned was about to tell her.

Ned started to read out the names from the book of House Baratheon, "Lord Orys Baratheon, black of hair. Axel Baratheon, black of hair. Lyonel Baratheon, black of hair. Steffon Baratheon, black of hair. Robert Baratheon, black of hair. Joffrey Baratheon, golden-haired."

Ned started to put the pieces together clearly read on his amazed and puzzled face. Guinevere looked at him and pretended to be amazed yet disgusted as she said, "Joffrey is not Robert's son, but Jaime Lannister's. Myrcella and Tommen are Jaime's as well. That means that the queen and her brother have a incest relationship." Guinevere on the outside looked to be surprised, but on the inside she had already knew that the children weren't Robert's ever since she had seen them together. Guinevere excused herself stating to Ned that she felt a little sick and tired from the events today.

Guinevere walked to her chambers and fell on top of the bed, not bothering to even change, but she knew she had to or she would be scolded by Pella. Her thoughts were suddenly on Jaime now and if he was still mad at her. No, she scolded herself, he betrayed you, he betrayed your mother and father's families, Lannisters take what they want…do not give him what he wants until you have taken what is rightfully yours.

. . .

Guinevere was surprised when she had realized that she had not seen Cersei or even talked to her after what she had seen. Guinevere was in the gazebo when the Queen had suddenly appeared from the maze and smiled sweetly at her, but as Guinevere looked in her eyes she could see nothing but hate and coldness. Of course she would hate you, she thought, you're a constant reminder of the woman that tore apart her marriage with Robert even though she is dead. Cersei walked gracefully in front of Guinevere and said, "You look like you hate it here. I think it may be time for you to go back to the North and stay there."

Guinevere scoffed which caused Cersei's fake smile to disappear. "You shouldn't concern yourself with me, my Queen."

This seemed to make Cersei laugh in a bitter way. "Oh my little wolf, you are a much more greater threat than you realize…you mostly know every secret here including my greatest one."

"I never said I wasn't a threat, my queen…I just said I wasn't a threat right now."

The queen scoffed and smiled sweetly. "Are you threatening your queen, Lady Guinevere?"

"Trust me my queen when I'm threatening you, you'll know it." Guinevere said in an amused tone, she continued, "How exactly am I a threat?"

"You are a constant reminder of a dead girl that my husband is still in love even till this day, you are like a daughter to the Starks, you seem to be like a sister to my brother Tyrion, and now my lover and my brother the person that I was born into this world with seems to now be in love with you and you don't even realize it. You are my greatest threat, Guinevere Velaryon."

Guinevere seemed very surprised that Cersei had named all of the reason on why she was even a threat; the worst reason was the one about Jaime. She hoped Cersei was only being dramatic about Jaime's feelings for her.

"Jaime does not love me." Guinevere said her voice cold.

"Don't act like a fool, little wolf it doesn't suit you well." She continued a little amusement in her voice. "I've known Jaime every since we were in the womb together. I've seen the way he looks act you. Tyrion knows it, I know it, and even Ned Stark knows about Jaime Lannister's feelings for you. You were foolish not to run away with my brother and stay here."

"I chose not to run away with him because-"

Cersei cut her off. "Jaime told me what happened that night before he left. Most women would have said yes to him in a heartbeat."

"I'm not like other women…I'm not an idiot for starters. I didn't run away with Jaime because I was so disgusted with incestuous relationship with you and how he would have killed a man who is like a father to me in a heartbeat that I have begun to now hate him with a fire and a passion."

"It must get tiring playing an innocent little girl waiting for a knight in shinning amour to come and rescue you from the horrors of the world."

"Does it? Does it get tiring playing this perfect Queen with perfect sons and a daughter and a perfect husband? Having to hide behind a mask everyday…is that why Jaime fled the city so quickly and ran back to his father and hold onto his leg for protection just like the rest of your family does." Guinevere said her voice cold as ice and harsh.

Guinevere smiled in victory as she saw a speechless Cersei with a cold expression. Guinevere left Cersei alone in the gazebo.

. . .

Guinevere had been walking through the halls of the Red Keep when Pella came running up to her saying that the king is dying. Guinevere hadn't known what had possessed her to run, but she did. She ran to the king's chambers and stopped as she walked through his doors. The King immediately noticed her and demanded everyone to get out. Queen Cersei, Ser Barristan, Prince Joffrey, Pycelle, and Lord Renly had hesitated to leave, but then when the king yelled again they left in a hurry all with puzzled and questioning looks on there faces.

Guinevere sat next to Robert and he said, "It was my fault, you know."

She slightly laughed and said as tears started to wield up in her eyes a little, "Your right, Robert it is your fault you should not have drank so much." He laughed along with coughing.

"Seven hells, like I had said before you are like Lyanna. At least when I am dead it'll be with her or who knows I may haunt this damn place straight to hell." He said.

"Trust me; Robert this place I think from all the death, sex, and evil that lurks around this place will definitely burn this place into the seven hells itself."

"I can smell the death from my wound…you should seen it…I stabbed the thing right through the eye."

"I think I may be the only person who will miss this, King Robert Baratheon the king who shits, drinks, and fucks." She told him.

He put his hand up and said, "No, none of that…you hear me. I don't want to die sad, I had wanted to die shitting, drinking, and fucking, but it seems the gods disagreed on that."

"Then I guess this will be the last time I ever see you, Robert." She said as she sniffed.

Robert put his hand on top of hers and her was now serious, "I will see you again. Don't shed any tears on me you hear me girl. No tears allowed. Be strong like iron and ice. Oh Lyanna, believe me we will see each other again…someday."

His voice was gentle as he told her, "Go now…please I don't want you to see this. Remember your words, Guinevere."

She nodded and left the room and wiped her eyes and nose on a handkerchief as she made her way to her chambers. She shouldn't feel this way about Robert dying, but she had grown to like the man and accept him as a friend. She had slightly cried herself to sleep that night dreaming of the Battle on the Trident.

. . .

Guinevere had awoken late in the afternoon and got dressed. She hadn't seen Pella in a long time which worried Guinevere. Guinevere jumped from her seat from she heard her doors burst open with guards coming, but they weren't Ned's guards instead they were Lannister guards.

One of the guards came forward and spoke, his voice rough, "Lady Guinevere Velaryon, Lord Eddard Stark's ward, you are hear by Lord Tywin Lannister's ward now as of the arrest of your former lord. If you do not bend the knee to King Joffrey Baratheon, you will be branded as an enemy of the crown. Guards will be guarding you everywhere you go."

Guinevere was too stunned to move or even care right now. Even as they told her about not being the Stark's ward, but the Lannister's. Guinevere could barely stand as she had then fainted and one of the guards had ran to her and cached her just before she had hit the floor.

Guinevere remembered very little from her nightmare, but only words. The words had ringed in her hear and mind, Guinevere didn't even know what to make of them really.

The words that ringed in her ear were…

Here comes the King in the North!

The King in the North!

The King in the North!

~Fin~

If you think that you already know what is going to happen to Guinevere you are very wrong and it's a bit of a surprise really because that means we are getting closer to a bunch of events and paths that I have to just write down that will make you all love and hate me. Hope you all loved this chapter, my favorite part was of course the end of it and the scene with Robert.

The Velvet Ash (I foreshadow in EVERY chapter. You will be surprised when that time comes…I've already planned out every event so I already know what is going to happen when Dany come to Westeros. Jaime and Guinevere will always be complex characters because you never know how they are going to react to certain things. That vision is my favorite vision because you see that Guinevere has changed a lot in the future because of the certain things that happened to her like with Jaime and his hand. At first Guinevere's visions used to be so close together as to her future now they are getting further apart and showing her things she cannot see yet. The vision does happen, but don't worry because it won't happen for a very, very, very, very, very, very long time and once you get there you see why she wants him dead.)

Next Chapter: Letters from Robb and Jon, Ned's execution, Guinevere's decision on whose side she is exactly on, and a little surprise at the end of the chapter that I have been waiting to get to fro quite some time now.