Sorry it took me so long to update…I've been working on my other story. Hope you all like this chapter. This chapter is very sad and bloody…so Welcome To The Red Wedding. Now for the wedding I'm going to add some stuff in from both the book scene and TV scene. Hope you all like what I've done with the wedding scene.

Guinevere's Dress for The Red Wedding is now on my profile.

Guinevere had decided not to sleep in the same room as Robb did. They were all awoken by someone yelling about their Lannister prisoners being dead. Robb, Lady Stark, the Blackfish, Guinevere, and Edmure had all looked sadden by the dead boys and yet angry as they realized who had killed them because of their vengeance. Guinevere didn't know whether it was her hormones of being pregnant or it was her heart, but as she saw the two little dead boys lying on a blanket she was very sad.

Guinevere slowly kneeled down to look at the boys. They were just boys, she thought, they hadn't even lived yet and they took that from them because of rage and vengeance. She felt immediately disgusted as she saw the people who had took these boys' lives come into the hall with shackles and chains on their wrists. She stood up, an impassive expression held her face. She stood beside Robb. All of their faces held different emotions, but they all had one in common…anger.

"Is that all of them?" Robb asked Blackfish who nodded. Robb kept his stare on Lord Karstark, their eyes never leaving each other.

"It took five of you to murder two unarmed squires-"

"Not murder, your grace…vengeance." Lord Karstark said with his head held high in honor and pride.

"Vengeance?" Robb said and he sounded like he was going to break his emotionless mask the Starks always held with them. He continued, "The boys didn't your sons. I saw Harrion die in the battlefield, and Torrhen-"

Lord Karsatrk finished Robb's sentence saying in slight anger, "was strangled by the Kingslayer…they were his-"

"THEY WERE BOYS!" Robb roared. Guinevere knew that Robb had lost his temper completely. Lord Karstark was immediately a taken back by this. Robb's face went back to being impassive.

"Look at them," Robb commanded. Lord Karstark's eyes glanced over to Lady Stark where she was staring at the boys with pity.

"Tell your mother to look at them," his voice was unregretful and yet angry as well, "She killed them as much I."

"My mother had nothing to do with this, this was your treason," his tone some what angry.

"It's treason to free your enemies. In war you kill your enemies. Did your father not teach you that, boy?" Lord Karstark snapped. The Blackfish immediately punch him in the face which caused him to stumble backwards.

"Leave him." Robb commanded.

"Aye, leave me to the King. He wants to give a scolding before he sets me free. That's how he deals with treason our King in the North…or should I call him the King Who Lost the North." Lord Karstark said in a mocking tone to Robb. Everybody looked cautiously at Robb who just looked at Lord Karstark.

"Escort Karstark to the dungeons, hang the rest." Robb ordered. As they were all dragged out, pleas were being yelled and screamed from almost every one of them except Lord Karstark.

After it was just them in the hall they all looked like they wanted to say something, but held their tongues. "They were Tywin Lannister's nephews. The Lannisters pay their debts. They never stop talking about it." Edmure said as Robb sat in his chair near the table with war maps all over it.

Robb nodded, "Would you make a liar as well as a murder?"

Edmure shook his head, "It wouldn't be lying…we'll bury them in silent till the war is done."

"I'm not fighting for justice if I don't service justice to murders in my ranks, no matter how highborn." Robb told him as Lady Stark stood up and came over to them. Robb concluded, "He has to die."

Lady Stark finally spoke up, "The Karstarks are north men. They won't forgive the killing of their lord."

"Your mother's right," Guinevere immediately said, "If you do this the Karstarks will abandon you."

When she spoke Robb kept his eyes on her the whole time she spoke, "Your family is friends with the Karstarks-"

She interrupted him saying in a stern yet gentle tone, "My father is friends with Lord Karstark…he won't take it lightly when he finds out that his son-in-law is executing him for treason. The Karstarks and I aren't very good friends you think that they'll keep following you because of my father or I…well they won't not even if I am their Queen."

"You grew up with some of them. You even attended to some of them when they were wounded. Now they are dead."

She came closer to him, "And more boys will keep dying until this war is over. You need Karstark men to end it," she argued with him.

They all kept trying to convince Robb to not kill him.

"Keep him as a hostage." Lady Stark urged.

"Yes, a hostage. Tell the Karstarks that as long as they remain loyal he will not be harmed." Edmure said.

They all had tried to convince Robb to spare Lord Karstark life, but in the end Robb wanted him executed. The next morning, Lord Karstark had been beheaded by Robb.

. . .

Guinevere hadn't really known when they came to the Twins and the hall where Walder Frey and his many children were. She hadn't been really listening to what was happening because her mind had drifted off to her unborn child's future and she was thinking or names.

She was quickly pulled out of her mind as she tuned in on what was happening in front of her.

"…and here's my youngest daughter, Shirei though she hasn't bled yet. Clearly you don't have the patience for all that." Lord Frey's voice was somewhat bored yet rough as he spoke to anyone. She noticed that all of his daughters kept their heads down and some looked very hesitant to even look up as if they would get punished if they even looked up at them and when some had the courage to do this action which Robb would immediately noticed and give them a look, but once he met their eyes they would immediately put their heads back down. Robb tried not to look guilty and regretful at all of them, but it didn't stand for long. Robb looked at every one of Lord Walder Frey's daughters as he told them honestly, "My ladies, all men should keep their word, kings most of all. I was pledged to marry one of you and I broke that vow. The fault is not with you, any man would be lucky to marry any one of you. I did what I did not to sly you, but because I loved another. I know these words cannot right the wrong that I've done to you and to your house, and I beg for your forgiveness and pledge to do all I can to make amends so the Frey of the Crossings and the Starks of Winterfell can once again be friends."

The only sound made in the hall was the sound of Walder Frey slowly clapping, but Guinevere couldn't really tell if he was mocking Robb's apology or simply clapping. His daughters went back to their rooms.

Walder Frey's eyes finally found her probably because she was too looking guilty at his daughters, "Very good. There she is. Come closer. Let me have a look at you." He licked his lips which Guinevere had force a repulsed look from her face. She held her head high as now all the eyes in the hall were on her as she stepped forwards.

Lord Frey squinted his eyes at her, "Still can't see you. Old eyes." She looked towards Robb hesitantly and for approval. He looked at her and nodded. She took four more steps forwards.

He examined her closely. "My, what a pretty thing you are. A cold beauty I believe is what the Starks of Winterfell are…except you're not trueborn Stark, but a Velaryon, but now considering the circumstances I guess that makes you a Stark. Prettier than this lot that's for sure." He kept his eyes on her, but when they went to Robb they mocked him in some way she couldn't explain…like he knew something that they didn't know. She kept her caution on Walder Frey.

Walder Frey continued and she could tell he was now amused, "Good shape…oh you try to hide her under that dress. If you wanted to hide her you shouldn't have brought her here in the first place…I could always see what's going on beneath the dress. I've been doing this a long time. I bet when you take that dress off everything stays right where it is, don't drop an inch. Your king says he betrayed me for love…I say he betrayed me for firm tits and a tight fit." Robb as if on instinct was going to move towards her protectively, but was stopped by Lady Stark.

Lord Frey saw this and said quickly, "and I can respect that. When I was your age I'd broken fifty oaths to get into that without a second thought." Guinevere went back to her place beside Lady Stark when Lord Frey changed the topic.

"Well…I have enough room in this hall for you lot. We'll set up tents outside with food and ale for the rest of your men."

"Thank you, my lord," Robb forced the words out of his mouth which were slightly angry. Lord Frey stood and declared that they would put this mess behind us because of the wedding and that everything was set for the wedding. She could hear Edmure shift and tense behind her at the mention of the wedding.

. . .

The wedding seemed long, but it wasn't as long as she had thought. Edmure was very surprised that his new wife was indeed beautiful. As Guinevere looked at her she noticed that she seemed nervous and hesitant as if she made one mistake she would get beaten by it. Why do all the Freys have that look that they are hiding something, she thought to herself. As they said the words as if on impulse Robb and Guinevere looked at each other remembering the night they got married. She smiled sweetly at him and he smiled back. She had known then that she had forgiven him because after this child is born that is when they will truly start the rest of their entire lives together.

They were at the reception which filled with music and laughter from everyone, but she noticed Lady Stark looked wary, but Guinevere shook it off and ignored it. Robb and Guinevere watched as the Blackfish left to piss on a tree. Robb turned back towards her and said, "My mother's alone with Roose Bolton, I should rescue her." Robb's statement made Guinevere laugh and smile at she looked at them.

"Your mother is less in need of a rescue than any other woman I've ever met."

"Be kind, Guinevere. You know that she still feels very badly about what happened and what could've happened."

"Yes I know, but I need for you to answer a question for me…honestly." Robb looked intently at her as he drank his wine as she continued, "When did your make the Frey agragement?" Robb looked a little a taken back at her question which caused him to cough and say, "What? Well what is there to know, Gwen?"

She rolled her eyes, "I need to know more about it…tell me when this happened."

"Well at the time of the arrangement I had believed that you were dead and missing. If I had proof that you were alive and well, I would've said 'no' to the arrangement, Gwen. I made these before I knew not after." He told her and she could already tell he was telling her the truth.

"If I was still dead, your mother would have gotten her way and you would be sitting over there, eating berries out of Roslin Frey's hand," she teased. Robb chuckled a little and said, "Perhaps I've made a mistake." She scoffed and raised her hand to strike him on the chest that is until he caught her wrist and said, "Striking your king is an act of treason." She laughed at him which made him smile. Still holding her wrist he leaned in to kiss her, but she immediately put her hand strongly on his chest to stop him. He was confused by this and said, "Am I not forgiven yet or do I have to grovel again to till I die?" She smiled amusingly and said, "As mush as I would like for you to grovel some more…you have been forgiven, but it would be an insult if you had kissed me. I love you, Robb."

Guinevere caressed his cheek as he let go of her wrist. Lord Frey declared with the bedding ceremony and Guinevere's eyes caught Roslin's as she was carried out of the hall by Greatjon and her smile left her lips as she looked into Roslin's eyes. As if the whole entire scene had slowed down she saw two things in Roslin's eyes…terror and tears. It was as if Roslin was trying to tell her something with her eyes and she noticed that her eyes glanced down at her belly and Guinevere put her hands on her belly and looked down at it and looked back up at Roslin, who gave her a look that had pity written all over it and also telling her to go somewhere else right now. Everything went back to normal as Robb cam up behind her and out his hand on her shoulder.

Guinevere tried to ignore what she had just seen, but she couldn't. It was too intense and meaningful to ignore right now. Robb and her went back to their seats. Guinevere felt suddenly uneasy in her seat. Guinevere kept looking around as she suddenly had this nervous feeling in her body. Her gut told her to be on special guard right now. The song had ended and she heard the doors close. She felt her palms sweat. The musicians played a song that Guinevere immediately remembered hearing about when she was little. Her heartbeat quickened immediately. Guinevere couldn't really hear anything, but the song that was playing and not even her own thoughts could penetrate it from her mind. Guinevere was frozen in fear as she realized what was going to happen, but she couldn't yell it out to Robb. It was as if her mind was forcing her not to speak and her mouth had been sewed up tight.

Guinevere couldn't hear anything, but she could see Robb standing in front of Lord Frey who was talking to him. She could see in the corner of her eye men come a little closer to her. Her mouth had been finally free to speak, but as she opened her mouth to warn Robb she felt an intense searing pain in her head which cause her to scream in pain, but as Robb turned Lady Stark slapped Roose Bolton and he stumbled away from the table. She stood up very quickly and yelled, "Robb!"

Two men had grabbed her roughly from behind and dragged her from her chair. She kicked and screamed at them, but it was no use as they grips on her tighten and they made her watch. Robb immediately went her, but was stopped as the musicians turned out to be crossbowmen and they fired an arrow into Robb's shoulder then into his legs and his arms which caused him to fall down. Men leaped from their seats and savagely started to kill Robb's men. She watched in horror as too what was happening in front of her and they made her watch it all. Blood was splattered everywhere and tables were thrown over and they were covered in blood as well as they floor. They tried to fight back, but it was impossible because they had no weapons to fight against them. Tears ran down her face as she saw Lady Stark get hit by an arrow through her shoulder. There was so much blood and death that the room had become intoxicated with it. The men kept on stabbing and arrows were flying everywhere, but Guinevere wondered why she hadn't been killed and the men made sure not to hit her. Guinevere was drenched in sadness and despair as she saw everyone she knew be murdered so horribly and savagely. Guinevere didn't have the will to be angry right then because sadness had possessed her body and mind. She tried to escape the men's grips, but she was too sad to break free. Her eyes found Robb's and she shook her head madly at the possibility of him being dead. She loved him and would have chosen him over Jaime anytime. They were going to raise their children together and some of them would be named after the Stark children. She would've gotten Dany to free the North and let her be happy with Robb, but that dream ended when the song had been played. Northmen begin pouring through the other door, and Guinevere takes them for rescue for half a heartbeat, but that ended as well when she saw one of them decapitate Smalljon. More tears ran down her face. Robb slowly crawled to her even with arrows in his body. Lord Frey sat greedily in his "throne" and signals a halt to everyone. He looked very amused by Robb. Robb looked very determined to get to her.

"The King in the North arises," he mocked as Robb held his bloody hand out to her, but she couldn't reach it, "Aw oh sweet. You know my Queen he wouldn't be here if he knew." She didn't want to even look at Lord Frey instead kept her eyes on Robb. She saw Robb slightly turn towards Lord Frey. Robb's face was impassive. He continued mocking, "Your Queen…Lady Guinevere Velaryon or should I say Lady Guinevere Targaryen." The whole room froze and looked towards her. Robb shook his head and he held a disbelieve able expression on his face. She heard him mumble something in madness.

"Yes it is true. Lord Tywin had someone come to him and they told him everything. You are a Targaryen…Rhaegar Targaryen's trueborn daughter to someone he married before Elia Martell. The rotten bastard he is. The girl knew all along…ever since she had gotten back from her being trip to the Free Cities…the girl cannot be burned which means she's a true Targaryen." He laughed like a mad person and spoke again, "Your marriage isn't even legitimate because you married her fake name and not her real name. She has dark secrets this one…hidden deep inside that glorious body of hers." In anger, Robb stood up in pain. He managed to hold himself up.

"Robb…I'm so s-sorry. I could never tell you because of where my father came from…Robb, please, please…I'm sorry." She kept telling him. Lord Frey looked at her and mocked a frown on his face.

"Lord Tywin was told something else you know," he said as he chuckled darkly. Robb slowly turned towards him, his face cold and pale. He leaned forward in his seat and said in an amused tone, "He was told something very interesting about the girl's relationship with Jaime Lannister. Why did you think she always stood up for him? Come on King in the North put the damn pieces together. Jaime Lannister is in love with your wife and she loves him more than you."

"THAT'S A LIE! I COULD NEVER LOVE JAIME LANNISTER! I LOVE ROBB STARK!" she yelled at the top of her lungs her voice filled with madness and her face filled with tears and redness. Lord Frey raised an eyebrow at her and Robb tried to smile and nod at her.

She saw Lady Stark stumble out from under the table and pull Lord Frey's wife by the hair and out from under the table. She held a knife to the girl's throat. Her face was red and tears had been on her face.

"Lord Walder! Lord Walder enough! Let it end! Please…here's my son, my first son, let him go and I swear that we will forget this. I swear by the Old gods and New, we will take no vengeance." Lady Stark pleaded.

"You already swore me one oath right here in my castle. You swore by all the gods your son would marry my daughter!" Lord Frey said with anger in his voice. Robb had tears in his eyes as he looked at Guinevere being held and a knife to her belly to try and calm her down.

"Take me for a hostage and let Robb go," she pleaded. She turned towards Robb, "Robb! Robb! Get out of here! Walk out that door and go! Please! Pleaassee!" Robb didn't answer her, but just kept on gazing at Guinevere with an emotionless face and a smile once in a while as if he were remembering a memory of them.

"And why would I let him do that?" Lord Frey asked his tone somewhat bored.

"On my honor as a Tully, on my honor as a Stark, let him go or I will cut your wife's throat," Lady Stark threathened.

Lord Frey shrugged, "I'll find another." Lady Stark let the tears run down her face.

Robb looked emotionless as he mouthed to Guinevere "I love you" and she mouthed the same thing to him as well as more tears streamed down her face. He turned towards Lady Stark and said, "Mother." Roose Bolton came from behind her and held Robb by the shoulder and said, "Jaime Lannister sends his regards." He thrust his knife into Robb and that was it took to kill Robb. Robb was dead now…his body laid there on the bloody floor all pale and cold with no expression and his eyes open. Lady Stark screamed as she slit the girl's throat. She started to claw her face out with her bloody nails that is until someone came behind her and slit her throat as well.

They are all dead, she thought, they knew and now they're dead. Guinevere stopped crying and stopped being sad at what had just happened in front of her. She glanced down at her belly and saw that no knife was near her. Anger and vengeance came running through her entire body like fire burning skin. She used all of her strength to do what she was about to do. She stomped on the man's foot and as he grunted in deep pain she twisted his arm that was holding her until she heard a crack and then punched him in the face. Men came to and she quickly pushed the man in pain towards them and they all went falling down. She pushed and shoved people into other people and on tables as she made her way out of the room and through the doors. She locked the doors behind her and ran down the halls and towards the entrance. She stopped in mid-run as she saw the bloody bodies of Pella, Ser Lucian, and Ser Aaron. Their throats had been slit and stab wounds covered them as well as their own blood. She looked towards Pella whose body was sprawled out far away from the other bodies. She stepped closer to her and saw her clothes had been ripped and blood cover her upper thighs. They were all pale like snow and their lips were dry and eyes opened wide. Guinevere held in here tears as she saw her most trusted friend was raped to death. Guinevere stumbled away from the scene and she finally made her way outside. She saw tents burning, people burned and killed. It was complete chaos out here then it was inside. She made about twenty feet away from the entrance when she saw her dream come alive right in front of her very eyes. She turned around as she saw the man cheer and roar in mock,

"Here comes the King in the North! The King in the North! The King in the North!" she gasped in horror as she saw them bring forwards Grey Wind's head sewed onto Robb's body sitting on a horse. She felt blood run down her thighs; she fainted and felt someone catch her. Through her eyes she could see Roose Bolton's face and then complete black.

~Fin~

Oh I have been wanting to get this scene published ever since I posted the first chapter. I really hope you all liked this chapter…it was my favorite one to write and I cried when I was writing this. It's funny how this chapter is Chapter 13 and you know what they say about how the unlucky number 13 so I say it goes with this chapter. Again, hoped you liked reading this chapter and review if you want on it.

Next Chapter: Jaime's POV and Guinevere's trip back to King's Landing. (A short chapter)