Here is the next chapter, hope you all like it…short chapter. Guinevere's Lannister Dress is now on my profile. I just want to let you guys know that Brienne is in the story and I'm defiantly not cutting her out…I mean come on, why would you even want to cut her out.

Guinevere's grey eyes fluttered open as the bright sun beamed into the room. Guinevere kept her head laid on Jaime's chest, she looked down and saw that her limbs entangled with his. She smiled as his heartbeat was echoing against her ear. Her hand was on his chest and his arm protectively around her shoulders. She decided that she needed to get up, but as she tried to pry herself from his arms. His arm tightened around her as if on instinct. He stirred a little and she looked up at him. Jaime was still sound asleep. He looked peaceful and relaxed when he was sleeping. She slowly lifted up his arm from around her and put it on the bed. She grabbed some of the silk bed sheets that were covering her and pulled them closer to her body. As she stood from the bed she wrapped them around her body. She looked back at Jaime and he was still asleep. She sighed softly and went to the bathroom. She was surprised that she didn't wake him up because she expected a warrior like himself would at least wake up from a cough or something. She went to the pitcher and splashed some cold water into her face. Guinevere was more awake now and she grabbed a cloth and wiped her face. She looked at her face closely. Lady Guinevere Lannister, Lady of Casterly Rock, the Fire Princess, she thought, Lady of Dragonstone, wife to The Kingslayer and the King in the North…so many names and titles people call me by. Her body didn't ache like it did with Robb since he was her first…she missed Robb so much. No matter what anyone said about her relation to Robb, she did truly love him…even if he her cousin. Lord Tywin married his cousin, so why couldn't she. I guess that's something that her and Jaime have also in common, she thought, or at least we did…he says he only loves me and for some reason I believe him and to think that I used to Queen, but at least now being Lady Lannister I have power and with Jaime we have more. She came out of the bathroom and smiled at Jaime's sleeping form.

"I know you're not sleeping, Jaime," she said.

His eyes were still closed and kept still. Guinevere knew that he was playing her like always. She came onto the bed and turned her back to him. She pretended to be playing with her hands as she sat on the side of the bed and purposely let the silk sheets that were covering her upper half fall on her lap.

"You're such a tease, Gwen," he grumbled with his eyes still closed. She laughed and giggled as he grabbed her from behind and pulled her under him. Her body was trapped underneath his. He pecked her lips which she giggled at.

"Good morning, wife," he mocked am smirked down at her.

"Good morning to you too, husband."

"I could get use to this you know with you being naked all the time."

She rolled her eyes and nodded, "I agree except I would have you be naked instead of me, dearest husband."

"I think it is for the husband to decide if his wife is naked or not."

She scoffed. "Oh really because if you do that then you won't be able to get your pleasure from me."

He raised his eyebrow. "What makes you think I can't just take it from you? It is your duty as a wife to please your husband." He said as he started to kiss her neck. His hands started to play with her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She closed her eyes in pleasure and a little moan was released from her mouth. She felt one hand gradually slide down her body and rub her area. She moaned loudly as he started to rub faster. Jaime kissed her passionately. He spread her legs wide open. He smiled from above, gazing at her. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly slid into her. He groaned at how tight she was. Guinevere wrapped her arms around his neck. He kept thrusting in and out of her, their pace quickened. He kept thrusting into her causing her breasts to bounce back and forth. At his weakest moment of pleasure, she rolled them over so that she was now on top. Jaime was certainly surprised at Guinevere. She bounced up and down on him while his hands were gripped on her hips. She leaned back and put her on the bed to keep a some what slow pace. He stopped as he spilled inside of her and she climaxed. She sighed in pleasure as she gazed up into the ceiling. He pulled her down onto his chest and stroked her hair.

"Like I said, I could get used to this. My little wife all naked with her on top, riding me like a horse," Jaime said, clearly amused. She rolled her eyes and laughed. They stayed like this for a while it seemed that is until Podrick who was Tyrion's squire came in.

He bowed, "M'lord and m'lady." Jaime pulled the covers up a little higher on her body.

Jaime groaned in irritation, "What is it, Podrick?"

He looked down and was clearly nervous, "S-someone is here to see Lady Guinevere." She immediately sat up straight pulling the covers with her while Jaime sat himself up against the pillows.

Her tone was cold and serious, "Who?"

She could see Podrick a little scared to answer her and stuttered, "Your brother, I-I think… Lord Daemon Velaryon"

She eyed his face and then went immediately off the bed with the covers on her body. She could see Podrick starting to sweat.

"Tell me what did he look like?"

He hesitated then looked to Jaime. "Don't look at my husband for confirmation, I'm asking you, not him. I need to know what he looks like from your memory, Podrick."

Podrick looked a little surprised then said, "Um, he was tall, had blonde hair, and his eyes were sort of violet."

She smiled. "How did he seem to you, Podrick?"

Podrick whispered, "Not to be rude m'lady, but he seemed frightening to me and very anxious to see you which is why Lord Tyrion sent me…he is um with him right now in the Great Hall, waiting for you and I don't think they like each other."

She nodded at him. "Thank you, Podrick. I'll be there in a moment, tell them I'm getting ready and I'll be down soon.

He bowed and left. "Well I must say you have become more like a Lannister much earlier than I would have expected."

She went to her wardrobe and talked to him as she started to get ready, "If I'm married to a Lannister then I might as well act like one a little," she mocked, "besides I think our brothers don't really like each other which seems odd since they are some what the same person."

He laughed and got off the bed. He got dressed as well as he said, "I don't know about that, but maybe my brother told yours about your true name."

She shook her head. She didn't believe that her brother didn't have a clue on who her real parents were and she was glad no one knew about her mother or all hell will break loose and then Tywin will say that she has claim to Winterfell since she is the eldest Stark.

"I think my immediate family knew about my parents before anyone else did…Ned Stark knew."

Jaime froze while putting on his pants, he stared at her, "Did Robb know?"

"When he was dying t-they told him, but when I looked into his eyes…he didn't care and he looked like he understood why I lied to him," she stammered. She kept her eyes on lacing her long, crimson, lacey gown from behind, but Jaime stopped her and laced it for her.

"When everyone thought you were dead…where did you go?" Jaime asked, his voice afraid of the answer she might give him.

She hesitated to answer him and already knew that this was the question on everyone's minds and maybe Daemon would ask her as well and everyone knew that the story she told Robb was a lie so she couldn't use it, but she knew that she would and could never tell about Dany. I can't tell him about Dany nor can I tell her about him, she concluded, because they would kill each other and make me pick sides.

"I was across the Narrow Sea," she said simply.

"Wow, that's great detail," he said sarcastically, "in detail please like not just where you went cause I already know you were across the Narrow Sea…just where in the Free Cities and what did you do that took you month long?"

She sighed. "I was in Lys. I was trying to find out more about my mother. I heard from a trader who was from Braavos that my father would visit there often and I just thought why not since every one I know either thinks I'm dead, is dead, or is trying to kill me. I gave them the name, Anyanka Pendareva. I couldn't find anything on my mother so I can back not only because of that, but because I heard what was happening and I knew that I needed to go back." She smiled as he finished lacing her. She turned around and kissed him. He kissed her again after she attempted to pull away.

"We have to go stop our brothers from killing each other and causing another war," she mumbled through their lips. He nodded a little and then picked her in his arms and said, "Come on, I'm sure they can wait a little while longer after all it is the day after our wedding night so why not bask in it."

She giggled. "Alright just a few minutes." She said as they fell back onto their bed.

"Only a few minutes," he said in a sad yet sarcastic tone, "We need much more time than that, I'm sure of it."

She shook her head, "Take it or leave it. We have brothers down in the hall waiting for us to save them from each other." His hands roamed her body and laughed. He kissed down her body.

. . .

Jaime and Guinevere looped arms as they strolled into the Great Hall, smiling. Their smiles slightly fell from their faces as they saw their brothers arguing, but really yelling at each other clearly in a heated conversation about something. They came towards waiting for their brothers to notice them. Her brother clearly had not changed because he always had to be right no matter who the person is. Jaime cleared his throat, but it didn't budge which made her smirk. She took her arm out from Jaime's and then flicked her brother's ear. He grunted in pain and immediately held in ear. He stared angrily at her while she smiled sweetly at him. Both Tyrion and Jaime held in their laughter, but some of it seeped out from their mouths.

"You called me out of my bed for what now because this is the day after my wedding where I stay in bed all day with my new husband and we do nothing. I really wanted to do that today you know, but instead here I am," she gestured towards them with a fake smile, but then it quickly disappeared, "with you two, who are arguing like fools…now what is the problem and what do you want, Daemon?"

Daemon smirked at her and then lifted her up in the air by hugging her while her arms were trapped down by her sides. He put her down and she stumbled backwards and almost fell that is until Jaime held onto her.

"You are so cute when you try to act tough as Valaryian steel, little sister."

Her brother was a tall well built man and she remembered all the women would admire him a lot. He patted her head which she had an irritated expression on her face.

"Why are you here? What do you want?" she said as Daemon looked around the Great Hall. He turned back to her and still smirking.

"I need money." He simply said.

She sighed in frustration and crossed her arms over her chest. "What did you do now?"

"I owe some people some money." He said in the came tone as his last reply. Obviously, her brother didn't want her to know who he owed money to. Like always, she thought. So Guinevere would just leave the topic alone and not press any further questions.

"How much, Daemon?"

"About two thousand, five hundred, and ninety-six gold dragons." He said keeping his same tone knowing that it would now irritate her.

Jaime seemed a little surprised by the amount, "Really? Let me guess you gambled didn't you?"

Her brother smiled mischievously and nodded.

"Do you gamble a lot, big feet," Tyrion asked in an amused tone.

"Watch yourself, Imp. Wouldn't want you to shrink even more now would we."

"Oh I'm sure you can use a good shrink on those big feet of yours. I bet your mother prays to the Seven that they would give you smaller feet."

"Well you know what they say about big feet. Your mother probably prayed for you to grow a few feet taller."

Tyrion opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Jaime, "Enough! Lord Daemon I will give you the money you require so you could be on your way. Now if you would come with me, I'll take you to the vaults for the money." Her brother eyed Jaime from head to toe then looked him straight in the eyes and then back and forth between them. He nodded and followed Jaime out of the hall.

After her brother was not in earshot, she said to Tyrion, "Your right you know…my brother does have awfully large feet, but like he said you know what they say about them." Tyrion smiled up at her.

. . .

Guinevere had dreaded what she was going to do right now. She was bored and got into her mind too much. She cursed at her guilty curiosity. While Jaime was with Daemon, Guinevere decided to pass the time by going to have a talk with Sansa. Guinevere gracefully walked to Sansa and Tyrion's chambers, her hips slightly swishing side to side as she walked. Seeing Sansa would be hard for Guinevere because every time she saw her Tully eyes all Guinevere could think about was Robb's eyes…how they would roam over her belly when she was with child. She knocked on the door lightly.

After a moment it was opened by a maid. The maid was a little surprised, but curtsied and said, "Lady Lannister."

Guinevere was starting to like her new title of power, but she still loathed the name though. Guinevere should have been surprised that everyone was now calling her "Lady Lannister" because Lord Tywin was still alive, but she shrugged it off. She gave the servant girl a warm smile as she stepped aside to let her through the door obviously knowing why she was here.

Guinevere came into the room and examined it with her eyes. Her eyes came upon Sansa, who was sitting on one of chairs near the closed balcony…sewing some kind of pattern on a cloth. Sansa didn't smile at her and kept her mask on her face. They gave each other blank and impassive stares.

Not taking her eyes off Sansa, she said emotionless, "Leave us."

The maids left them without hesitation which Guinevere could slightly surprised Sansa. Moments passed after the maids had left them in silence, Guinevere nervously smiled at Sansa.

"May I sit," she said gesturing towards a chair nearby. Sansa nodded. Guinevere sat in the chair with her hands in her lap.

"Why are you here, Lady Lannister," Sansa said. She was always so courteous…even to the people she hated, she thought.

"I'm here to see you, Sansa," she said, "We haven't talked since I was last here in King's Landing."

"You mean when you were a Velaryon, not a Targaryen, not married to The Kingslayer, and when my brother was still alive and not murdered by the Lannisters," Sansa snapped.

Guinevere was speechless at that moment while Sansa's were filled with rage and hate. After a little while, she scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Get over it," she said simply.

"What," Sansa said, surprised by her response.

"I know I lied to you, but I wasn't the only one who knew about who I was…your father told me about my father. I'm not trying to make you hate him as well, but I'm not sorry for lying to any of you because I knew that this would happen eventually…I knew that you would hate me not because I lied to you, but because of where I came from and my family's actions which I knew nothing about."

"My brother died because of you, same with my mother, my little brothers and sister. They all died because of you."

"I see what is going on," Guinevere said, "you want some to blame for their deaths so you blame me… the person who has been your friend and like a sister to you ever since I've known you."

Sansa froze as Guinevere turned cold and angry at her as she continued, "I love Robb…more than anything in this world, loved him even more when I found out that I was with child and I knew it was his. The Lannisters took everything from me…I saw the people I cared about brutally," she took in a deep breath, "die in front of my eyes and saw what they had done to Robb's body, his direwolve's, my friends, and so many others. I lost my child…they had told me that it was the most beautiful baby boy that they had ever seen and were surprised that he even lasted that long. So don't you blame this on me because I've lost just as much as you have…your family was my family."

"I would have believed you and not have blamed this on you if you weren't the Kingslayer's wife."

"You think he wanted to marry me…ok well he did, but he didn't want to force me into marriage with him especially after what had happened. He loves me and I love him and I also love Robb, but he is gone now…not because of him, but because of his father and his family except Tyrion. I didn't have sex with Jaime when I with Robb…never, not once."

Sansa was silent now probably because she was processing the information that had been given to her. Guinevere waited patiently fro her response, but she knew that Sansa would see her as her enemy now even though she was married to her new brother-in-law so they are now sisters-in-law.

Guinevere stood up and her hand was on the latch when Sansa finally replied, "We're not family. Guinevere Velaryon was my sister…my family, not Guinevere Targaryen or Lannister."

Sansa held an impassive mask on her face as she said, "You are dead to me."

Guinevere was now pissed off at Sansa even after she poured her heart out to her and she threw it in her face and spit on her thoughts and emotions.

Guinevere turned around and smiled sadly, "Then you are beneath me, Lady Sansa Stark."

With that, Guinevere left a surprised Sansa sitting on the chair and the sound of a goblet dropping on the ground.

~Fin~

Alright there you have it. Hope you all liked it. Until next time my most awesome readers. Thanks for everything, your reviews, support, follows, favorites, and views on this story. Don't worry I'm still continuing this story, I won't leave you guys hanging, I just wanted to appreciate you guys.

Next Chapter: a confrontation with Tyrion, and a very purple wedding