Here is the next chapter. Hope you all like it. After this chapter I'll go from the books, but Jaime made to King's Landing before Joffrey died and he and Cersei didn't have sex, but they did see eachother.

Their party rode through the gates of the Red Keep. It was still like how she had remembered it except now the banners had both a lion and a stag. She kept her face impassive, her eyes blank, and her head straight forwards. She held onto the reins tightly as they came to the entrance. Her breathe caught in her throat and she almost held a surprised face, but she didn't let it through. There on the steps was an overly happy Joffrey and Cersei, an expressionless Tywin, a pitiful Tyrion, and well Jaime who was not in his Kingsguard uniform. All of their gazes were on her no doubt because of where she came from. She felt like a doll in this gown and hairstyle. I'm just their doll, she thought coldly, a doll that'll be used to fuck with forever and toy with forever. They dressed her up like a doll so she will act like a doll. Guinevere was able to see in the corner of her eye that her party was staring at her and at the Lannisters.

"Lady Guinevere," Tywin said almost pleased, "I hope your trip was not too uncomfortable." The Lannisters all waited for her to reply, but she didn't. She just stared blankly ahead.

Joffrey sighed in frustration and commanded loudly, "My grandfather and my Hand just asked you a question, as your king I command you to answer him."

No answer had came from her she just stayed on her horse while all of Tywin's children kept their eyes on her with anxious and intrigued faces as if they were waiting on her speaking. She ignored them and kept still. Tywin sighed in anger and still kept his unflinching gaze on her saying, "What is wrong with her? What happened while you were all on the road?"

A guard behind her cleared his throat and said, "My lord, her handmaidens have told us that she has not been eating her meals and claims she is not hungry when they are brought to her. She has been like this the entire time we were on the road. Her handmaidens say that she did answer them one time when they told her about her marriage to Ser Jaime and she said she already knew that and that she does not care."

Joffrey kept gazing hungrily at her body from head to toe a sick smile would appear on his face every once in a while…she had heard the rumors of his sadistic lust of hurting people. She was appalled by this, but didn't show it on her face. Cersei twitched a little at her words which made Guinevere smile in her mind.

Joffrey made an ugly face she couldn't quite name as he asked, "My lady is my Uncle Jaime not good enough for you…is it because of his missing hand well I can tell you that you won't have to look at it because as you can see he had made a golden hand."

Cersei jumped in saying harshly, "You should be grateful that you are marrying my brother and a Lannister at most, Targaryen. You should've been beheaded for what you've done, what you've caused, and who you are."

"Sister, leave the girl alone. She has done nothing wrong," Tyrion defended.

"Done nothing wrong?" Cersei inquired, "She is a traitor by blood, by her true father, by loyalties-"

Tyrion cut her off asking, "She has done no wrong to you though. Please tell me what she has done to you." Guinevere noticed that he had a large stitched gash across his face and she knew it must've been from the battle with Stannis. Cersei opened her mouth to say something with an angry expression until Tyrion said first, "She already went through enough…surely you must know what it is like to lose your husband and your child. The Lannisters and you have already paid our debt to her by killing everyone she cared about. "

Cersei eyed him and inched closer, "Not everyone it seems."

They glared at each other until Tywin roared, "Enough! Lannisters don't act like children! I don't want to hear any more of this! Take Lady Guinevere to her chambers and put guards at her doors."

Joffrey didn't seem to object to this because he left when his mother and uncle started to glare at each other. The guards obeyed and moved to her side for her to dismount, but Jaime had gotten there first. His hands-both metal and flesh- were on her waist holding her tightly as if she would be taken away at any moment. He helped her dismount her horse; she didn't look him in the eyes, but instead copied her movements from before. She felt his flesh hand hold hers and his eyes roaming her face as if trying to find some emotion in them or that she was still there. The Guinevere back in Winterfell hadn't been here for a while and secretly Guinevere hoped that she would come back someday. She didn't hold his hand and had to force herself from holding his hand. The guards came to them and they took her away from Jaime and she could see he forced himself from ordering them not to take away and that he will take her to her chambers.

Guinevere didn't put a fight or anything. She went with them willingly as a sign that she really didn't care anymore. As she left she could feel the glares from Cersei and Tywin, the same pitiful expression look from Tyrion, and the now slightly sad and disappointed stare from Jaime. Her chambers were just like the ones she had when Ned was here. She knew that she shouldn't get comfortable in here because soon she would be married in a week. Guinevere ordered her handmaidens to leave her. Once they left she sat on a long golden recamier that faced the balcony which had a view of the sea. Guinevere sat there gazing into the distance with her clasped together in her lap. Her thoughts were interrupted by her door opening.

Her facial expression didn't change though as Tyrion walked in front of her. His eyes roamed her face they way Jaime had when she arrived. He took her hands in his hands and looked her in the eyes.

"Gwen, please say something to me…anything…it could even be an insult. Just give me a sign that you're still there and they have not broken you like they gloat about every fucking day," Tyrion pleaded, but she was still as a dead body. Tyrion looked down and she could tell he was sad about what had happened to her. He thinks he failed me, she thought sadly, he can't help me. Tyrion's head shot up and she could tell from his smirk that he had a way to make her talk.

"I don't give a shit that you're a Targaryen and I know you probably don't want to hear this right now, but neither does Jaime…he knows this because you could of killed him a while ago, but you didn't instead you kissed him and here you cared for him so much. When my father told Jaime of him marrying you my brother said no because he did not want to force you into marriage, but the only reason he agreed to marry you was because my father threatened to let Joffrey have his way with. I know you are hurt, that you are feeling betrayed, but you need to survive and not let them win. Play their games, let them feel your rage, your vengeance…your fire. You are a Targaryen…that means something. My father and sister see you as a threat because you have the one thing they fear most of all…you have power and know very well how to use it. That's why you're marrying into my family because of that and do not lose that my dear for you may lose the game." She didn't answer him, but his words inspired her and gave her something she hadn't had for a long time…hope.

Tyrion kissed her hand and left. A few moments later the door opened again. She could hear the heavy booted footsteps slowly coming towards her. She dreaded to be right sometimes. Jaime came in front of her and pulled a chair and sat in it. He stared at her dead face and blank eyes for what seemed like eternity. He was studying her from what Guinevere had gathered. His gaze dropped to the ground then went back up.

"Guinevere Targaryen…I'm surprised really. You do though act like Rhaegar more than I would've guessed," he chuckled awkwardly. "I love you and I want you to know something about your grandfather and why I…did what I did."

He took a deep breathe. "I will try and make it short for you. I remember asking the mad king to leave so that I could make terms with the attackers and the king told me to bring my father's head to prove that I wasn't a traitor. The made king wanted to destroy the city…burn it to the ground, every man, woman, and child would be burned. I killed the pyromancer who was going to start the wildfire. Your grandfather was planning on using wildfire to burn the whole entire city and everyone inside of it including my father's army. I found the mad king pacing back and forth in front of his throne. All I kept thinking about were the oaths I swore when I became apart of the Kingsguard. I silt his throat and stabbed him in the back with my sword. I didn't want to look him in the eyes…I don't know why though…I never knew why. I love you…I just wanted you to know that."

He was about to leave when he stopped and came back. He took her hand and placed in the palm of her hand her engagement ring from Robb. He smiled sadly at her and said, "It was the only thing I could get my hands on…my father burned the rest. I'm…you don't deserve this, Gwen…you never did."

His hand was on the latch when she turned around and spoke softly, "Thank you." He turned immediately around at the sound of her soft voice. Tears were in her eyes and she held the ring tightly in her fist and held it to her heart. A sad smile was on Jaime's face. He came closer to her and his fingers barely grazed her cheek. He stopped himself from going any further and left her alone in her rooms. Once he left all the tears and sobs she held in all this time came bursting out. The last thing she could remember was that she had still been crying when she fell asleep.

. . .

For a few days now Jaime would go to her chambers just to see her and keep her company, but they would hardly talk though whish kind of irritated Jaime a little, but he would shrug it off. This time it was different because when Jaime came to her chambers she was no where to be seen. He looked hastily around her rooms for her. He now knew that if she wasn't in her room then he would have to be in the gardens. Jaime's mind kept drifting off to Guinevere. Jaime always hated when his little brother was right like with Guinevere and her being a challenge and now with Guinevere being so emotionless. He remembered Tyrion coming out of Gwen's rooms and telling him his plan which was for him to tell her something no one else knew about him. Jaime didn't know whether it was his gift to her that made her talk or Tyrion's plan. Jaime supposed that maybe him telling her his side of the story softened her, but he already knew that it was Robb's ring that made her talk.

He came closer to the gardens and saw her staring at her favorite flower which had still been in the exact same place like before. He came closer to her and it was as if history were repeating itself again. His eyes glanced to her hands and saw that she wasn't wearing Robb's ring that he expected her to. He smiled to himself, but kept quite.

"It never…I always thought there was more to you killing him," she said softly. "People told me all these things about you, but I never believed them though. Robb believed them, but I didn't."

"Why?" he questioned.

"Because I know that your heart is true and good. You've always protected the innocent when it is right. I never called you by that name Robert gave you because of what I believe," she said immediately.

She turned to him and he looked at her. He could some of the old Gwen again in her eyes…just a flicker though. He could already tell from the tone in her voice that she was dead serious about what she thought of him. Before he lost his hand, his sister would always see him as perfection, but after he lost his hand…he could still see the disgust in her face as she looked at his stump. Jaime couldn't bare it if Guinevere did that same thing to him.

Guinevere grabbed his gold metal hand and held onto it. Jaime wished he could feel her hand holding onto his. She looked him in the eyes and said confidently, "I would have done the same thing. Even if he was my family." Jaime was slightly a taken back by what she said. She would save half a billion people only just to be called a Kingslayer, he thought.

Guinevere gave him a warm smile and said, "I guess then we are to be married." Her breathing was uneasy and he saw tears in her eyes. Jaime was confused at that moment, but then pulled her in an embrace and shushed her as he gently stroked her hair. She held onto him like he was her lifeline and he felt her hands squeeze into tint fists.

"I'm scared. I don't what will happen to me…what they are going to do to me," she whispered.

"Don't be," he said firmly. "I won't let them hurt you. I promise to take you far away from here, where they can't harm you. I swear I'll die before I see them harm you." He kissed at the top of her head and her cries started to soften a little.

He meant what he said. I promised to take care for her, not let my family or anyone else harm her, I promised to die before I let her go through what she went through at the Red Wedding, he told himself, now I must keep it…not for honor, not for glory, not for my vows as a member of the Kingsguard, but for her and her alone.

~Fin~

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Next Chapter: Dinner with the Lannisters the day before the wedding, the wedding and everything that goes with it.