Here is the next chapter…I give to you The Wedding of the Kingslayer and the Fire Princess, hope you all like it, might be a long chapter.

Guinevere's Wedding Dress to Jaime, Tywin's Gift, and Jaime's Gift are now on my profile.

Guinevere felt cold as stone, but she didn't know why really. She tried to look around, but every thing was black. Her eyes were closed and she was laying down on something that was also cold, but it felt like stone. She didn't breathe or anything…she just kept still like she was dead. Guinevere knew deep down inside that she probably was dead and her body laid in the Great Sept of Baelor where it was peaceful and silent. Guinevere didn't felt old, but a little young in fact. Even though her eyes were still closed she could still feel eyes watching over her right now. If she was dead, then she knew that she was pale and her face didn't show any emotion. She felt a calloused hand on her own hand. It gripped hers so tightly that Guinevere thought that her hand might break from the contact. She could tell tat whoever this was, was very angry and very sad. She felt a tear drop on her forearm. It slid down her forearm and fell onto the floor. The sept was so silent that she heard the tear fall on the ground. If Guinevere was alive she would be in slight pain right now from the hand gripping hers.

"I should have been there…," a man's voice said in shame, "I could have done something to protect you, Gwen." She knew instantly that it was Jaime's voice. She felt a coming in her eyes and wanted it to fall, but it wouldn't go past her eyes and fall letting Jaime know that she was listening.

"I would give the Seven anything to have you back," his voice was starting to get cold with grief, "I need you…you and I belong together remember that we will always find each other, but…you left not just me here, but our family as well. We created them together. They are us in some ways, but they are so much like you that it is unbearable for me to even stand."

He let go of her hand and she heard him walk around where she was laying. He is mad with grief and despair, she thought, but how could he think that I would leave our family on purpose…it is not my fault.

She started to hear sobs and then they instantly turned to yells and screams, but not at her…at the Seven's alters that surrounded her.

"HOW COULD YOU TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME?! I LOVED HER AND YOU TOOK HER AWAY…I KNEW THAT YOU WERE CRUEL, BUT I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU WERE THIS CRUEL TO TAKE AWAY A SISTER, A MOTHER, A WIFE, A LOVER, AND A FRIEND! HAVE I SINNED SO MUCH THAT YOU JUST DECIDE TO TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME…TAKE AWAY MY HAPPINESS! I DON'T FUCKING CARE THAT YOU'RE GODS, BRING HER BACK! BRING HER BACK! BRING HER BACK TO ME! PLEASE JUST BRING HER BACK!"

She heard him fall to the ground and cry in sorrow. Guinevere couldn't take him being this way…she had never seen him this way before and she didn't like it. Why are the Seven so cruel to even to this to him, she thought. She wanted to be alive and go to Jaime more than anything. She wanted to go to her children and hug them. She wanted to go to her sister and hug her. She wanted to go to Tyrion and hug him. She wanted to go the Wall just to hug Jon, her only brother. She couldn't do any of those things because she was dead. Guinevere kept on thinking why she hasn't gone away from this world yet and why she was still in her body listening to every word and having thoughts. She heard a loud crash which must've been from Jaime because she started to hear him stride around the sept and break things and ruin everything in sight because of his grief and rage. The doors opened and she heard foot steps coming towards where Jaime must've been.

"Jaime, stop this," Tyrion said sternly. He seemed to be in grief just as badly as Jaime, but was holding himself together more than Jaime. Jaime stopped destroying the sept and she heard his footsteps slowing coming towards her along with Tyrion's footsteps behind him, but they were hesitant and cautious. She felt Jaime's hand stroke the top of her now blonde hair and she felt a few more tear drops on her chest. Tyrion stood beside Jaime and they both stared at her.

"It wasn't your fault," Tyrion said softly finally breaking the silence between them.

"It is my fault…I should have been there-"

Tyrion cut off Jaime slightly raising his voice at him, "But you weren't. You couldn't have known that this would happen. I know a little of how your feeling too. You were not the only one who lost her…I lost a very good friend. She was the only person who never called me by that name, not even in anger…she always believed me even when they thought I killed Joffrey or do you not remember that because you think that just because you loved her that the Gods are punishing you as well. Your children lost a mother and right now it appears to them that they might lose a father as well and become orphans. Guinevere made me their soul guardian if she and you were to die, I don't plan on you dying anytime soon…the woman you loved died, that's apart of life. We are born, we live, then we die…and life will go on."

"She was the only woman I ever truly loved, Tyrion…I thought I loved Cersei, but it was just infatuation and manipulation that brought us together. But what I had with Guinevere was different…it wasn't wrong, our children weren't wrong, our love wasn't wrong, and it all felt right and good," Jaime replied softly as well. Jaime's started to grip her hand.

She felt a breath in her throat come out, but they didn't notice. She felt her heart beat a little which was strange because she didn't feel it before when she woke up. It started to beat a little faster and faster. She felt her finger slightly twitch, but it was a very small twitch. She felt warmth come to her. That tear that was kept prisoner in her eye finally came down the side of her cheek. She heard Tyrion gasp a little. She opened her grey eyes and gasped in quick breathes as she trembled on the stone.

Guinevere was startled by the dream and woke up. She sat up straight in her bed and shivered a little. She had never had a dream like that before and one telling her that she was dead. She hugged her knees to her chest and couldn't go back to sleep. She decided that she would wait for the sun to go down. She cursed at herself for taking a nap so early and wondered if maybe that this was her punishment for sleeping on an irregular time. Her maids came in and got her ready for supper with the Lannisters. When they were done Jaime came in and tried to smile at her, but he knew that she wasn't happy to be her meals with his family instead of either with him and Tyrion or just him. Jaime never left her alone for some reason and she knew immediately that maybe he thought that she might kill herself which Guinevere would never do. Much to her frustration, Jaime decided that it would be best if he escorted her to supper with his family. They walked to the hall in silence; Jaime looked like he wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it. They finally made it to the hall. Guinevere had her arm looped through Jaime's still and it only tightened a little once she saw his family. Guinevere took notice that Cersei was there talking to Tywin, Tyrion and Sansa were together, but weren't really talking. She thanked the gods that Joffrey wasn't there. Sansa's eyes found hers and they locked in place. Tyrion and Jaime must've noticed because their eyes glanced at each other. Guinevere at hear the rumors about Tyrion marrying Sansa, but she didn't believe them that is until now when she saw Sansa looking bored and a little displeased. To be honest Guinevere never liked how Sansa would judge people by their appearances. She had already known that Sansa didn't enjoy Tyrion or any of the Lannisters and that she would probably hate her as well because of who she is and who she cares about. She may think that I never loved Robb and that I killed him, she thought in worry. She hoped that she didn't think that about her because Guinevere knew that Sansa was one of those people who went along with what anybody told her like she was told to hate Targaryens and never trust Lannisters…she broke one of those things, but now Guinevere feared that she was going to do the other.

Tywin told all of them that supper was ready and to sit down at the table. Jaime slightly urged her towards the seat next to him and she agreed. Tyrion sat next to Sansa, Tywin sat at the head of the table. Tyrion and Cersei sat across from each other next to Tywin. Jaime had to sit next to Cersei, but Guinevere didn't care really…which slightly worried her a bit, shouldn't she feel jealous or something of Cersei, but Guinvere didn't feel anything. She wished that she was sitting across from Sansa, but instead Jaime was. They all ate their meals in silence, knowing Sansa she would get bored soon and play with her food a little. Even though she was married Sansa still acted like a child and not lady which sort of made Guinevere proud a little knowing that she had an effect on her. Guinevere slightly frowned at the realization that Tyrion broke Sansa's maidenhood because after all they were married. She prayed to the Maiden that Sansa still had her innocence because of Tyrion and he didn't touch her. Her eyes glanced at Tyrion and his eyes met hers. Her eyes glanced towards Sansa and then back at him. He followed her eyes and gave her a look in his eyes that Guinevere had known. He looked down at his food and continued to eat. Guinevere knew right then and there that Tyrion didn't have sex with Sansa which didn't surprise Guinevere because she knew Tyrion wouldn't do that to Sansa especially since she's so young.

They all finished their meals and Tywin excused all of them to leave except for Jaime and her. Sansa never even spared Guinevere a glance as she left. Guinevere felt hurt by this a little and knew that she would have to have a talk with her and maybe patch things up a little because she must be so confused right now. Tywin clasped his hands together on the table and gave them a stern and serious look.

"You will marry tomorrow, no exceptions, no matter what happens you two will become husband and wife. You will be Lord and Lady Lannister of Casterly Rock; you will produce heirs for Caterly Rock and maybe Dragonstone."

They were both surprised at hearing that maybe Dragonstone would belong to their future children.

"Father, Robert made Stannis lord of Dragonstone after the Targaryens were drove out of Westeros. How do you suppose we take back Dragonstone from House Baratheon?" Jaime questioned.

"My grandson is the King and I am his hand. Joffrey is a Baratheon and King; he has the power to take Dragonstone from Stannis because he is a threat and traitor to the crown. Your soon-to-be-wife is the only Targaryen that is still in Westeros and Joffrey had pardoned her. She had claim to Dragonstone much more than Stannis does and in time you will have it in the palm of you hand."

"So you plan on our armies attacking Dragonstone, killing Stannis, and siege Dragonstone. Let me guess you want me to lead them, don't you?"

"Watch yourself, you are still my son and am your father and you will show respect," he warned.

Jaime smirked and leaned in closer, "I'm just wondering that's all really. After all if I siege it then maybe I won't be able to see my children grow up."

"We are not attacking the damn place anytime soon and I doubt that you won't see your children grow up. You will lead them when the time comes and you will do this end of discussion." His eyes went to her and Guinevere's eyes went to him and stayed her ground.

"Do you know what your duty is as a wife and a lady?"

"Yes, I do…it is to produce heirs for Casterly Rock and someday Dragonstone. Give sons and daughters to my husband."

Tywin was a little pleased at her because he probably expected her to be like Jaime and fight, but she knew when to fight in a battle she could at least win…she knew she couldn't win this battle against Tywin. He nodded and looked back to Jaime.

"My own son is more difficult than a Targaryen," he scoffed, "at least she knows what to do and obeys her elders. She will make a good influence on you and a good wife and she might even become a true Lady of Casterly Rock someday…maybe even sooner."

Jaime rolled his eyes and Tywin excused them to leave. When they were walking to her chambers, Guinevere started to chuckle softly because of Tywin. Jaime was confused at the moment and then cached onto what was so funny. He too started to chuckle, but then he started to laugh. They stopped laughing after a while, but they kept on slightly smiling.

"Did you have to kiss my father's ass and make me look bad?"

"Jaime, I just merely told your father what he wanted to hear so that we could get the hell out of there and go asleep or something. You made yourself look bad because you just had to keep digging that awfully large hole with your father. I think he was mostly angry because you were starting to act like Tyrion a little."

Jaime opened his mouth to say something, but then thought about what she said compared to what he said and smiled in defeat. She smiled in victory and said, "See told you so. I know Tyrion and the way he acts towards Tywin and it was the same way you just acted towards him. Giving smart-ass comments or replies when you really know what your father wants to hear, but you say it anyways just to push his limits."

She hadn't realized how close their bodies were and that her arm was looped through his. She kept smiling at him and they stopped walking. His eyes roamed her face then looked into her eyes. He kissed her softly on the lips. It surprised the both of them that she didn't pull away. He deepened the kiss a little and his tongue entered her mouth and their tongues danced with each other. His hands-both metal and flesh- were on her upper and lower back while hers were in his hair. She pulled away for air. She cupped his cheek. His flesh index finger touched her now a little swollen and soft pink lips from their passionate kiss. He kept his eyes on her lips. Guinevere and Jaime both wanted to go to her room and start their wedding night early, but they knew they couldn't.

"We can't," Jaime started, but Guinevere already knew what he was going to say.

She nodded. "I know…I just wanted to bask in the moment for a little while"

"Tomorrow you and I will finally be married…wow I still can't believe it." Jaime said in an disbelieve able tone. They made it back to her chambers and they sat on a bench near by. He ran his hands through his hair.

"It still feels like yesterday that you and I first met and I still had my hand." He glanced at his metal hand in regret and sadness. Guinevere grabbed his metal hand and examined it. Jaime tried to lightly pull it away from her, but she held onto it and said, "Please, I just want to look at it."

He looked at her in with curiosity. Her hand found the straps of his golden hand attached to his stump. He had to force himself not to look away from it in shame and to not immediately yank it out of her hands. Jaime loved Guinevere's delicate fingers and how gentle they were on his skin. She removed the golden hand from his arm and set it down on her lap.

She looked at him and said, "Don't. You. Dare." Guinevere became serious because she wanted to see what he went through and once her eyes saw the stump that was once his hand she knew that she had made the right choice in not going with him because if she did she would probably be raped over and over again and then she would have to have seen him go through that. She gazed at the stump and they way it healed and had stitches on it. She smiled warmly at Jaime and held his stump in her hand.

"I don't care whether you have two hands or one or even none, Jaime. If you think I do then you do not really know me."

"Why?"

"The things people would do for love. I may not be able to say the words to you right now, but I can tell you that I feel them, but I'm not ready to say them not after his death."

He froze and tried to stay calm because of her words. A flashback came back to him of him fucking his sister and then him pushing Bran Stark out the window, hoping that it would kill him.

"I know. I do understand, but I've always loved you no matter what…even when you had his child inside of you, even when you had married him, and even when I was chained up and would wonder if he was fucking you right now. Even then I still wanted you and I loved you. To be honest, when I loved Cersei and starting to love you I felt like I was betraying her in some way and I tried so hard to just forget about you and I didn't want to feel this way about you, but I couldn't stop it for some reason. When he told me that you were dead I had thought I had lost my chance and that I really did love you…when this happened to me," he gestured towards his stump in his hand, "I kept on thinking about how you two would react to it being gone, Cersei was immediately disgusted by it, but you welcome it and apparently don't really give a shit if I even have hands. That's when I really knew that you loved me and even if you can't say the words rights now…I'll know."

She smiled and pecked him on the lips. He smiled and caressed her cheek and sighed.

"It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride. I should go and get my sleep while I still can."

He agreed and pulled her in for another kiss that wasn't just a peck, but a romantic and deep kiss. He walked her to her door and he kissed her on the cheek then turned and kissed her on the lips. She smiled into the kiss and went instead her chambers. She hadn't felt this happy for what felt like a long and unbearable time. She took off her clothes and out on her nightgown and then looked around her room and knew that this would be the last time she would sleep in here…alone and not married. She crawled under the satin sheets and curled in ball. She felt her eyes droop and soon sleep immediately took her into its wings.

. . .

Her handmaidens had filled her tub with steaming hot water as she woke up and scrubbed from head to toe until she glowed like a maiden. After she took a bath the maids trimmed her nails and bushed and curled her dark hair so it fell down her back in soft ringlets. They put up her hair in an elegant updo and she asked them to use the sapphire pins and they agreed. She didn't want to tell them that they are from Robb and they are some value to her. Her hair looked like a Queen, but it wasn't like a southerner's hairstyle. Her maids brought her a section of fragrances. She picked some of them blended them together a blend of kiwi, orchid, white chocolate, jasmine, and musk. They looked at her with curiosity, but once they smelled it they smiled in approval and claimed that they have never smelled anything like it before. It was Guinevere's secret recipe that she used on special occasions. They dabbed some of her finger and behind her ears, under her chin, and then lightly on each of her nipples. They brought her wedding gown to her. Her smallclothes were all pearl silks which made Guinevere uneasy. They tightly did the corset on her waist; she could still breathe, but barely. They slipped her wedding gown on her and laced her up. They gave her diamond and sapphire earrings that went perfectly with her. Her gown was truly beautiful and it made her glow. Her gown was silk of course, but her skirts were long and full, it had a beautiful cream color to the entire gown, and in front and on the sleeves was embroidered golden leaves or flowers she guessed, but it was still beautiful. It is perfect, she thought, just the exact image of a bride. She smiled at herself in the mirror.

Another maid came into her room and brought her maiden's cloak: a long cloak of black velvet heavy with pearls. A fierce three-headed dragon was embroidered upon it in dark red thread. They took the cloak they fastened it about her neck with a slender silver chain. She had to admit that she loved her wedding dress, but her went to her wedding dress with Robb and she smiled at how beautiful it was. Her eyes glanced to her trunk that was in the corner and knew that her wedding dress to Robb was nicely folded in there and would stay that way forever. Guinevere would never leave without…no matter what and she swear on the Old gods and New that she would pass the gown onto her daughter and make it a family tradition or something, but if Jaime asked then she would have to make up a lie ad say that it was her dead grandmother's. She knew she shouldn't lie to him, but she had to because she wanted another thing of Robb instead of her ring from him which she would never give away and hold on tight to. Her mind went to her unborn child and her hand unconsciously went protectively to her belly. Guinevere looked down at her flat belly and knew that if the Red Wedding never happened then her belly would be very swollen right now and she and Robb would be planning their child's future out and his name. She remembered struggling to see her child, but they wouldn't let her see. She asked a maid about what the child looked like and she told her that it was a boy and he was very beautiful for a babe so young and in all her years she had never seen anything like him before. She knew it right from when the maester told her she was pregnant that their child was strong like a Stark and beautiful like a Targaryen.

She smiled at the memory, but quickly brushed it off because she didn't want to cry right now. She was led by guards to the Great Sept of Baelor, her nightmare ringing in her ears and her eyes opening. She stood on the steps of the castle sept waiting for Joffrey because he had to be her father, for he is the King.

He came beside her and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, my lady, I can't hurt you because my grandfather says I can't, but I am the King and I can do as I please…even though you'll be my aunt, maybe I'll come to you." His eyes roamed over her chest and directly to her breasts and he looked back up with a stupid smirk on his face. "You are very beautiful, I hope for your sake you don't anger me and obey me for I would be disappointed if I were to have to ruin the pretty face of yours." She saw his go back to her chest and she knew that he was already thinking of ways to hurt and Guinevere guessed most of them have to do with her being naked in some way. She wanted to cover herself up, but she knew that he could easily hurt her and if Jaime found out…well she didn't really know how he would even react to this. He gestured for her to loop her arm through his and she obliged much to her irritation.

The doors opened and the music started to play as he walked her down to the marriage alter. Jaime looked like a god in his outfit, wearing in gold and crimson. Every part of him was golden except for the sash he had on him which was crimson and clasped together by lions' heads. When he saw her walking towards him, he couldn't believe how more beautiful she was in white because he had never even seen her in white. Her gown fitted her body perfectly and he had strain himself from not looking at her breasts. She returned the smile he gave her. It seems that every one of the Houses of Westeros was here for their wedding. Who wouldn't want to miss a wedding like this, she thought, the Kingslayer who murdered my grandfather and his family killed mine is marrying the daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen whom of which I married Robb Stark and it was all right under their noses.

Jaime stood beside the septon, who was waiting between the Mother and the Father to join their lives together. She was led up the steps and Jaime held out his hand and Joffrey handed her hand to his. He went to stand beside Cersei, Tywin, Tyrion, and Sansa. Her and Jaime held each other's hand as the septon tied a white ribbon around their joined hands. She hadn't realized it, but she and Jaime were both smiling which made the septon smile. The ceremony came very quickly. She only remembered the payers, but the rest were a blur to her. Now it was exchanging of the cloaks. They turned towards each other, Joffrey came up and unclasped her maiden's cloak, and he swept it away with a kingly flourish and a grin. Jaime took the bride's cloak and placed it around her shoulders and clasped it together. The cloak was huge and heavy, crimson velvet richly worked with lions and bordered with gold satin and rubies.

"With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lord and husband." Guinevere said the words as they came easily without hesitation out of her mouth.

"With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lady and wife." Jaime smirked and the words came out of his mouth without hesitation as well. He leaned forward and kissed her lips. It was a soft and romantic kiss that seemed forever, but it wasn't.

"Here in the sight of gods and men," the septon said, "I do solemnly proclaim Jaime of House Lannister and Guinevere of House Targaryen to be man and wife, one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever, cursed be the one who comes between." They kissed again this time more passionately as every clapped and cheered because of their marriage. I am a Lannister now, she thought, Jaime is my husband now and I, his wife…I am Lady Lannister and Jaime is Lord Lannister. She felt a little dizzy, but Jaime held onto her tightly and walked her down to the Great Hall where the wedding feast was being held.

The feast went by pretty fast because all her and Jaime did was talk and he would tell her battle stories and she would tell him about her family, not House Targaryen, but House Velaryon. People gave them any gifts and Tywin came and presented her with a small box, "This is for you. Since you are to be Lady of Casterly Rock, you should have something that would represent it. My late wife wore it when she was lady and it had been passed on from each of the Ladies of Casterly Rock and it is only fitting now that you have it." She pulled out a beautiful necklace. It had tiny diamonds that made flowers of some sort on it, they connected to each other, and a pearl hung in the middle of it all. She stared at it and a smile appeared on her face. She looked at Tywin and said truthfully, "Thank you my lord…it is very beautiful and very kind of you to give such a gift to me. I will treasure this forever." Tywin smiled in a pleasing way and Jaime smiled as the gifts started to come till an end. He smirked and turned to Guinevere saying, "I pledge a gift to you as my wife." A page came and gave her another box, she thanked him and smiled sweetly at Jaime, but she was a little confused at the moment. She opened the box and the smile dropped from her face as she saw the necklace he had given her. She took it out and held it up. It was a beautiful necklace. The necklace had a amethyst in the shape of a teardrop in the middle of a golden heart and on the tip of the heart hung a faux pearl tear drop, and it was all held by a golden chain. She turned around so he could put it on her and she smiled at him and kissed him and whispered, "I accept you gift and will wear it forever." They kissed again this time more passionately.

Jaime and her snuck away because he claimed that he didn't want anyone to touch her right now. They stumbled a couple of times, but mostly her though and Jaime would catch her before she fell. They made it to Jaime's chambers which were now hers as well. He immediately locked the door after they came inside. She saw that his bed was in golden and crimson like how a Lannister's bed should be. His room was much bigger than hers, but she didn't care now. Jaime was behind Guinevere, she knew that he was behind her because she could feel the heat coming from his body which gave her the shivers a little. He turned her around and passionately kissed her. He quickly unlaced her gown and she slipped out of it leaving her in only her silk smallclothes. His hand was now in her hair and another was on her waist. She giggled and he chuckled as they made their way to her bed. Jaime fell on top of her as they fell onto the bed. His hand cupped her cheek. He kissed down her neck she couldn't find herself as he had found her spot of where to be kissed. He started to unlace his breeches and lift up her shift. He bent down to kiss her, she kissed him back. She took off his jacket as they were kissing and dropped it on the ground. He lifted up his tunic and threw it on the ground as well. He went down her body, spread her legs apart and she could feel his breathe on her area. He was staring at it.

She lifted up her head and groaned, "Stop…staring, Jaime."

He chuckled and bent his head forward. He started to kiss everywhere down there and started to lick her with his tongue. She whimpered and dug her nails into the silk sheets of the bed. His kisses were more rough and passionate. Jaime put his tongue everywhere causing her to go crazy with moans. He came up and kissed her. She rubbed her hand down his crotch. She heard a low growl in his throat. She smirked and started to pull down his breeches. She laid back down onto the bed. She took deep breathes. He started to position himself between her legs and push inside of her. She moaned in pleasure as he did as well. He started to thrust in and out of her; they kept their eyes on each other's eyes. She didn't want to close her eyes. He kissed her again as he was thrusting more roughly and faster which she moaned again at this time more loudly. She could feel how hard Jaime's cock was inside of her, but it gave her pleasure. Her nails slightly dug into his back as he kept on thrusting. His head went into the crook of her heck and kissed her neck all over. She felt his flesh hand grab her ass and squeeze it which she whimpered at a little. She smirked and flipped them over so she was now on top. She straddled his hips with her legs. She didn't continue on their rough pace. She gave him a slow pace and she kept smiling as he kept on groaning at how slow she was going and that it was unbearable. He grabbed her hips and made her move a little faster. His head leaned back into the pillows in pleasure. He chuckled lowly as her hands fell onto his chests.

"Gods," he mumbled, "Guinevere you're so tight and to think that since your maiden hood is broken then why would you be so damn tight." He rolled them so he was now back on top. His hands squeezed her breasts and he bent his head down and started to lick and suck her nipples. She gasped in pleasure. He kept thrusting into her and all the sounds that were in the room was the sounds of skin on skin slapping together, moaning, and groaning in pleasure. They were like this for a very long time because they didn't want to leave each other's arms. She was coming close and Jaime could tell, but then again so was he. She came hard and so did he, filling her up with his seed. He fell on top of her. He looked up and captured her lips into his. He rolled off of her and chuckled lowly. He looked over to Guinevere, who was smiling and staring at the ceiling. She snuggled up next to Jaime. She put her head on his chest and started to play with the hairs on his chest, making patterns on them like what she used to do with Robb. He stroked her hair which put her to sleep instantly. Soon Jaime fell asleep as well. They both let sleep take them in its wings.

~Fin~

Alright there you have it…hope you all liked it…this is by far the longest chapter I've ever written so here's to hoping for the best. Until next my readers.

Next Chapter: the morning after, a talk with Sansa, and a visit from someone unexpected…can you guess who it is.