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Guinevere had been pacing back and forth in her room. Tywin's ward, she thought I will be his ward, I will be forced to go to The Lannister camp, and then,…oh gods I will be with Jaime. She started to suddenly laugh hysterically. Pella is probably dead, she thought oh gods what if those monsters had…had raped her. She pushed those thoughts away as she saw two ravens fly into her room. She quickly grabbed the parchments of paper attached to their legs. Guinevere opened one of the pieces of paper and read the letter and she had already known it was Jon because he was the only one who never called her by Guinevere, but Gwen.

Dear Gwen,

At the Wall, one of the Night's Watch men had came back to Castle Black dead, they even had a maester check them and he had confirmed it. A few hours later the dead man had woken up, but his eyes were the color of ice and the thing attacked some of the men including me. When I had stabbed the thing it went down, but once I turned my back on it…it just got up. I burned the thing and it was finally dead. I heard of your imprisonment to the Lannisters and you being a ward to Lord Tywin now. Do not worry. Robb will come for you and the girls and their father. Robb won't stand down until he has you back…you know that he loves you.

-Jon

A wave of happiness came over Guinevere had she had hoped Jon would have said that Robb is going to come for them, but she knew not to place all of her hope in Robb because if she was going to get out she would need to do most of the work herself. She smiled when she had read the other piece of paper.

Dear Guinevere,

I have heard of your imprisonment along with my sisters and my father. I also know about what the Lannisters have done to you…I will not let them take you not only from us, but from me as well. When we see each other again, I promise you that you will no longer be a ward to anyone…and you will be with me. I have called the bannerman for our passage to King's Landing. I will come for you; no one will take you from me, not now, not ever…I promise you. I swear on the old gods and the new that you will be by my side and not any Lannister's. I will go to war with them if I have to. I am risking a lot just sending you this letter, Guinevere…I hope it does not get in the wrong hands. I promise I will say those three words to you when I see your face. When I go to battle with the Lannisters, you and you alone will help me win.

-Robb

Guinevere couldn't stop smiling until she had realized that she and Robb couldn't be together, but she had to let everyone believe that they could. Could I even protect the Starks now, she thought, I am no longer a Stark…what am I…who am I. These questions kept on floating around in Guinevere's mind, but she could not answer any of them…at least not right now.

-Robb's Camp-

Robb rode in from the trees on his horse. His face dirty from the battle with the Kingslayer's forces. We won, he thought, and against the Kingslayer, but…it's not over yet…it's only the beginning.

Theon threw the Kingslayer on the ground in front of Catelyn. The Kingslayer grunted in pain and Theon had him kneeled down.

"By the time they knew what was happening, it had already happened." Robb said as he stood beside his mother watching the Kingslayer with victory and hate.

The Kingslayer looked at them and said, "Lady Stark, I'd offer you my sword, but it seems I've lost it"

"It is not your sword I want." His mother said her voice cold and filled with hate. "Give me my daughters back, my husband, Guinevere Velaryon."

"I've lost them too I'm afraid…especially Gwen." He said.

Theon jumped in saying, "Kill him, Robb. Send his head back to his father. He cut down ten of our men, you saw him."

Robb just started at the Kingslayer with a cold expression, it got even colder as he used her nickname they had given her. The Kingslayer stared back at him; his face looked almost amused yet mocking.

"He is more used to us alive than dead." Robb finally said.

"Take him away and put him in irons." His mother said.

Lord Umber and Theon forced him up to stand, Lord Umber had his sword at the Kingslayer's throat as he stopped moving and said to Robb, "We could end this war right now, boy. Save thousands of lives. You fight for the Starks I fight for the Lannisters. We could finally decide who gets to have her. Swords, lances, teeth, nails, choose your weapons and let's end this here and now."

Robb had immediately noticed that the Kingslayer was anxious as to end the war between them and how the Kingslayer really wanted to kill him for Guinevere. He knows, he thought, he knows of my feelings for her and he has feelings for her as well…he is trying to use her against me.

Robb stared at him and said, "If we do it your way Kingslayer…you'd win and you'd get her." His voice cold and stern. The Kingslayer looked darkly at him his head slightly bent down, but his eyes were filled with darkness and hate as he looked at Robb while he looked back at him with ice in his face and eyes.

Robb continued his voice a little prideful and victorious, "We're not doing your way."

The Kingslayer looked now a little angry yet he looked like gave Robb some credit for not being so stupid as to think he could fight him for her. Lord Umber pulled the Kingslayer away, "Come one, pretty man." Everyone cheered as they had left, but Robb wasn't cheering or happy, but a little worried.

"I've sent two thousand men to their graves today." He told Theon.

"The ballads will sing songs of their sacrifice." Theon replied smiling.

"Aye, but the dead won't hear them." Robb said. He looked at his mother who looked pitiful and pleading at him.

Robb looked around his men and declared loudly, "One victory does not make us conquerors. Did we free my father? Did we rescue my sisters and ward from the Queen? Did we free the North from those who want us on our knees? This war is far from over."

-King's Landing-

Guinevere had heard them. She had heard the people cheering like savages for Ned's sentence. They were so loud that she heard them outside of her room. Guinevere's heart started to beat faster and her hands started to sweat a little as she tried to calm herself. He will be alright, she told herself, he'll take the black and be with Jon and his brother…don't worry you won't be with Jaime, you'll be with the Starks. They're all traitors, she thought bitterly, all of them, I will always have traitors around me.

Guinevere had seen that some of her things had been packed and jumped when she saw the doors burst open and in came Pella in a City Watch's uniform. Pella smiled and Guinevere smiled as well they ran in for a hug with each other.

"I'd thought they had done something to you, Pella." Guinevere mumbled into Pella.

Pella nodded and agreed with her. Pella looked really nice in a gold cloak's uniform. Pella had brought in with her two more guards who were also dressed like her. They grabbed her bags and gestured for them to come with them. Pella immediately noticed Guinevere's confused face and said quickly, "I'll tell you later Gwen, but right now we need to get you out of King's Landing before the execution."

Guinevere's expression turned terrified, "What execution? Ned is said to take the black, Sansa pleaded with Joffrey, he said that he would show him mercy." Pella looked down and a pitiful face as she looked at her and so did the guards.

Pella's face turned cold and said in a stern voice, "Lord Stark will be beheaded…that is his mercy on him…he tricked Sansa and everyone else." Pella pulled Guinevere out of the room. Guinevere saw the mess of guards that were lying on the floors outside. They were bleeding everywhere, Pella and the two guards had done this which meant they were determined to get her out of King's Landing. Pella and the two guards whose names, were Ser Lucian and Ser Aaron, practically hid her under a cloak as they made their way out of King's Landing.

"Thank the gods that they are all distracted by Lord Stark's sentence." Ser Aaron said his voice some what filled with pity on him.

Ser Lucian snapped at him saying, "You shouldn't thank the gods just yet, Ser Aaron. Thank them when we have made our destination."

They had finally pulled her cloak behind her head. Guinevere looked over her surroundings and saw that they were horses tied to a tree and that they were on a hill looking over the execution which was out of King's Landing, but you could still see it clearly. "Where are Sansa and Arya?" She yelled, frantically looking for them around the hill. Nobody answered her.

Guinevere stepped a little closer to the scene and stopped staring at Ned. Pella gently grabbed her arm and tried to urge her towards the horses, but Guinevere roughly and angrily pulled her arm out of her hand. Guinevere watched the scene unfold in front of her.

She heard Joffrey proclaim loudly, "But they have the soft hearts of women! So long as I am your King, treason shall never go unpunished! Ser Ilyn, bring me his head!"

Everyone cheered uncontrollably. Ser Ilyn came forward with a longsword. Guinevere's face was terrified was she looked at the scene. Ser Ilyn rose up his sword and brought it down to slice off Ned's head. Ned's bloody head bounced on the wooden floorboards. Ser Ilyn picked it up and raised it up high, the blood dripping slowly from the head and dropping onto the floor.

Guinevere had an impassive expression now that Ned was dead. Pella was the first to say her name then it Ser Aaron and Ser Lucian. She ignored them as her world was filled with complete dead silence and all her thoughts of terror, worry, and sadness disappeared. I will not be silent, she thought coldly, I will not bow to them, but I will have them bend their knees to me…one day. Ser Lucian came close to her, whispering in a harsh voice, "Who do you fight for, Guinevere Velaryon? Whose side are you on? Do you fight for the Starks…or do you fight for the Lannisters?" Guinevere had that question in her mind, but it wasn't about who she had fought for or whose side she was on, but who she wanted…Robb Stark or Jaime Lannister.

Guinevere still held an impassive expression on her face as she said coldly, "I fight for the Targaryens, my family is what I fight for…and they are not them." Guinevere turned away from the scene and mounted her horse, Snow.

She whispered to the horse in a gentle voice, "You are no longer Snow anymore. Your name is now Aturdokht." Ser Lucian spoke, "What does the name mean?"

Guinevere looked behind and smirked at him, "It means…Daughter of fire." Ser Lucian smiled and said, "Then I am your sworn sword, my lady. I pledge my allegiance to House Targaryen." He kneeled. Ser Aaron smiled as well and said, "I also pledge my allegiance to you and House Targaryen." Pella mounted her horse and said, "You already know whose side I am on and that side is yours till that day I die, Guinevere Velaryon."

Guinevere smirked. "Targaryen…Guinevere Targaryen." They all smiled and the two guards mounted their horses as well. Ser Lucian spoke again, his voice gleeful and amused, "Then our destination is across the Narrow Sea."

Guinevere's voice was stern. "To Qarth."

They urged their horses forward and rode through the woods and forests and no one even noticed what was happening until she was a month later proclaimed dead as she made her journey to the last of her family… Daenerys Targaryen and her three dragons.

~Fin~

Finally we get to my favorite part…this is where Guinevere defiantly changes herself completely because she considers Ned to be like a father to her and he just died and she doesn't know who she is anymore.

Next Chapter: Arrival at Qarth, catching up with Dany, a plan to bring them all down, and leaving Qarth