Here is the next chapter. Hope you all like this chapter. Enjoy! Guinevere's Dress When She Is Returning To King's Landing is now on my profile. Note: I didn't know if you guys knew this on why Pella, Ser Aaron, and Ser Lucian were killed, but it will be explained in this chapter…also that Guinevere did lose her baby because there is only so much a pregnant woman can take and well you saw what happened in the last chapter and once she saw what happened to Robb's body that pushed her over the edge and she went into very deep depression and sadness which caused the baby to die immediately.

-King's Landing, Lord Tywin's solar-

"No!" Jaime had heard all that that he could stand. He was sick of it, sick of lords and lies, sick of his father, his sister, sick of the whole bloody business.

"No. No. No. No. No. How many must I say no before you hear it?" He stood up in anger. As his hand went for the latch on the door when his father's voice stopped him immediately.

"Robb Stark is dead…Lord Bolton stabbed him at the Frey wedding." Jaime turned around and stared at his father, trying not to show emotion.

He had to know if she… "W-what about the girl? What h-happened to her?" Jaime asked his tone worried and anxious for an answer. His father exhaled a sharp breathe.

"The girl, you mean Guinevere Targaryen-"

"Targaryen? No, Velaryon," he interrupted. "Father, she is not a Targaryen. She can't be…it's impossible." His father looked at him with his usual facial expression.

"Rhaegar Targaryen married a woman before he married Elia Martell. This woman is unknown, but she is a highborn from what we can tell of Rhaegar's loggings. This woman had a daughter…Guinevere. She is the only trueborn of Rhaegar that we know of, but the woman did die, they suspect in childbed. She gave the child to House Velaryon after his death at the Trident because they were still loyal to House Targaryen and shared a bloodline. Only Lord Velaryon knew this piece of information. So when the girl got married to Robb Stark…they didn't use her true name which immediately made their marriage invalid and their child a bastard."

Jaime looked up immediately and spoke in a harsh tone, "Child? She was with child and it would've been another Targaryen not a Stark."

"No matter the child died in the girl's womb and according to Lord Bolton the babe died when she saw her husband's body attached to his wolf's head. The maester who took the babe out said that it was a boy and it died as he says 'A broken heart'."

Jaime closed his eyes and immediately images popped into his head of Gwen struggling and the men holding her down as she tried to see her son, another image came into his mind of Guinevere crying over and over again…it was all too much for his mind to take in right now. His voice was low as he asked his father the question he had been dreading to ask him, "What are you saying, father?"

Lord Tywin's face didn't change from expressions as he said, "You know very well what I'm saying, but I'll tell you anyways to get the message through loud and clear to you. It's about time you got married, Jaime…be Lord of the Rock and produce heirs. The girl is a Targaryen and you a Lannister. Your sons would be great and powerful especially coming from two of the most powerful bloodlines of Westeros. They would Lannisters. We finally have the girl and you will marry her and produce heirs."

Jaime shook his head. "She is not going to agree to marry someone whose family just slaughtered the man she…she is never going to say yes and she will fight. I will not force her hand into marriage with me. I can't and I won't."

Lord Tywin shifted in his seat a little as he started to become frustrated. "You will marry her no matter what. You will do this for your house and family. You will do this for the girl's safety. You will do this because you love her. You will do this because if you don't I will give the girl to the King and tell him to do as he pleases with her."

Jaime looked down as if trying to think of something, but he knew his father had won this battle by using her as a weapon against him. She won't love me, he thought coldly, she will never love me because I am a cripple, she will never love me because of my house, and she will never love me because she loves another.. Jaime looked up at his father, his eyes filled with hatred and darkness as he looked at him. Lord Tywin held his head up high and forced a smile on his face in victory, "Good then that's settled. We have guards bringing her back to the keep. After a week she is here you will marry her, bed her, and give me grandsons who will be powerful heirs." With that Jaime left the room in defeat and headed back for his chambers.

She will not love me, he kept telling himself and every once in a while his eyes would glance down at his grotesque stump and scowl in disapproval. He missed her, her body, her laughter…he just wanted to have her already. His mind suddenly went to wicked thoughts about Gwen. He wanted so much from her. He wanted to be inside her making her scream his name in pleasure and moan loudly. Her arms around his neck as he pounded into her over and over again. He tried to shake off the thoughts as he kept walking back to his chambers, but they snuck their way back into his mind. Jaime finally made it to his room and immediately locked every door he could find. He fell on his bed, closed his eyes, and let his mind soak in the nasty things about Gwen's body. There she was lying on his bed, all bare and wet. He could picture it in his mind already. She would moan as she bounced up and down on him. Her legs straddling his hips. His hands on her hips keeping their fast and rough pace. Her hands on his chest and gripping into tiny fists. He would feel her get tighter around his cock after he squeezed her ass and breasts. He would chuckle as he would see a little blood near her area. It would mean that he would be the only man ever to be inside of her meaning also that he was the one who broke her maidenhood. Jaime opened his eyes in irritation as he realized that the fantasy would never happen because the Stark boy had broken it first before he could and they both intended he would be her last and only forever. He sighed in defeat and drifted off into his dreams of Guinevere as his wife.

-The Kingsroad-

Guinevere remembered Lord Bolton's face and her in his arms carrying her. When she had woken up she saw her belly which was flat now. She cried silently in her mind and prayed for the Seven to take care of her son in the heavens. She held in any emotion she had for everyone who had died. She now knew how Lord Karstark felt when his son was murdered…now she wants what he craved most of all, vengeance. She hated the Lannisters…they took her family, they took the man she loved, they took her boy…oh how they tore him away from her. I was going to name him Eddard, she kept saying in her head repeatedly, Robb was going to teach him how to ride horses while Bran taught Rickon how to shoot an arrow…they would be princes…they would be called the Three Northern Princes of the North. Guinevere thought of what her daughters name would be and she couldn't bring herself to think about that right now. They were her family and the Lannisters took them all away from her. They left me, she thought, they left me here on this world and all alone with no one to love.

The handmaidens that were appointed to her belonged to the Lannisters and she knew that. No one could replace her, she said to herself, she would never be forgotten and her death will be avenged and I will kill the man who did that to her and killed my guards. Guinevere knew they had died that way because of their loyalty to her and her family. She felt hollow…like there was nothing inside of her…her heart had been turned to cold stone, her mind only on vengeance, and her body is to be used as a weapon and an advantage against others. The handmaidens dressed her in a very elegant gown. It was a dark blue silk and they did her hair that it made a headband of braids on her head, but her curly hair was still down. She looked at herself in the mirror that was given to her and she looked like a Queen. She wanted to cry, but she seemed to be in a catatonic state right now. She kept re-playing the images of Robb in her head and they were of their memories in Winterfell. She already knew she was not meant to look like a Queen, but a highborn lady instead.

They had been riding on the Kingsroad for a few weeks now. She would hear whispers about her with Robb and her with Jaime. Her hears caught a whispered that terrified her, but she didn't show it.

"Tywin Lannister is marrying his eldest son to her…can you believe that…I know she is a Targaryen and right under their noses how embarrassing. It would be a wedding never to forget you know…The Wedding of The Kingslayer and The Fire Princess is what they're calling it."

She grew angry that they had named their wedding like that and used Dany's special name for her. She felt immediately disgusted by it…by the whispers…by everyone. She never knew that she could hate something so much in her whole life. She wished she was back in Winterfell and Ned was never the Hand…they would be happy. Guinevere didn't know what happened to her horse…she wondered if she was dead as well and it was her body that Robb was on. Guinevere never talked…not even when someone teased her, taunt her, or whispered about her. She didn't care anymore. She didn't want to feel it anymore. She wanted to turn her emotions off. She didn't want to die…not just yet though. She didn't want to pretend and now that everyone knew her secret and where she came from…she didn't have to hide how she felt anymore about her everyone. She would take the throne back for her family…for Robb… for the Starks…and take no husbands as she did.

She would do what she does best…she will fight like hell until the world ended in blood and fire.

~Fin~

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Next Chapter: Guinevere Arrival's at King's Landing, Tyrion's idea to get her to talk, Jaime and Guinevere come face to face.