Sorry I took so long posting this chapter…damn writer's block. I thought I wouldn't miss Robb in this story, but I really miss him so much…who knows. I know probably some of you are kind of confused on why I just suddenly added Daemon, but I making him a very important character in the story so be warned and I'm also going to be changing the story a little so don't be mad. Hope you all like this chapter. Jaime POV through out this whole chapter. I don't know why…but this was for some reason my favorite chapter.

Jaime was walking through the halls of the keep when Tyrion yelled behind him, "Jaime!"

He stopped immediately and turned around to see his brother wobbling towards him, "Dear little brother, what have I done now?" Jaime smirked at Tyrion, but he didn't return the smirk like he'd always done.

Tyrion seemed to be a little angry as he said, "It's not what you've done, but your new wife." Jaime raised his eyebrows in surprise as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You're telling me that Guinevere, the Guinevere that we know, my Guinevere has upset you," his brother nodded, "I'm sorry Tyrion…i-it's just that I'm so shocked at this."

"I was shocked too. She hasn't upset me, but my wife, Sansa Stark," he said, "it seems our new wives hate each other to the bone."

"Wait," Jaime said trying to wrap his head around it, "aren't they like sisters or something…they love each other, why now all of the sudden to they hate each other."

"Five reasons why Sansa hates your wife," Tyrion said holding up five fingers, "I asked, she told me. The first being that she lied about everything about her, the second being that she is a Targaryen, the third being that she said to Sansa that she was beneath her, the fourth being that she got her dear brother, Robb killed at her uncle's wedding and did nothing about it so Sansa blames her, and the last and final reason that she married you, Jaime…and that she loves you."

Jaime rubbed his eyes and sighed in irritation, "Guinevere said that Sansa was beneath her…I don't understand what you want me to do about it. I can't control her even if she is my wife, she's a firecracker."

"I expect you to do something about it. I came in and Sansa is in tears…which your wife caused on purpose and she wanted to hurt her."

"Tyrion you may be my brother, but be careful how you use your words about Guinevere. I don't blame Guinevere for getting angry at the Stark girl because she just told her that she caused the man she loved to die and she blames her for everything that has happened…wouldn't you get angry if I died and Guinevere blamed you for it even though you had nothing to do with it."

Tyrion was silent and looked down. Their faces softened a little. Tyrion looked back up at him, "Jaime…just tell Gwen to make peace with Sansa. We can't start another war between our wives especially between the last Stark and a Targaryen who is now Lady Lannister. They both are alike in some ways like their tempers that tend to get out of control."

Jaime laughed and so did Tyrion, "We are both married now…who would've thought you'd marry a Stark."

"Who'd thought you would have married at all and a Targaryen at the most," Tyrion said with a smirk on his face.

"If you would have told me a few years ago that I'd marry and it would be to a Targaryen well I would have knocked your teeth right out of your mouth," Jaime replied.

They laughed again and for quite a while it seemed. Jaime looked to his brother, "I'll talk to my wife and you talk to yours. Deal?"

Tyrion smiled and nodded, "I guess that seems fair. Well I must be off to get fitted for the wedding I've been dreading to go to ever since it was announced."

Jaime knew immediately that it must've been Joffrey's wedding and he agreed with his brother's perspective on the wedding. Tyrion turned back around and left. Jaime made his way to their chambers and as he entered he smiled at the sight before him. There was his little wife on the bed…naked with some of the satin sheets barely covering her prefect and pale body. She was lying down, sleeping from what he could tell because of the rise and fall of her chest. He himself grow hard at the sight of her, but he pushed it away. He didn't want to wake her up so he just took off all his clothes, naked as his nameday and slid into the covers. He wrapped his around her and she smiled.

"You couldn't stay away couldn't you…you just had to touch me," said Guinevere keeping her eyes closed, clearly amused by his actions.

He smirked into her neck and started to kiss her neck, "I think any sane husband would want to touch his wife especially after seeing her all naked and sleeping peacefully. You're such a tease…how could I have possibly resist you. "

She opened her eyes and turned her body so that her chest was against his. She gave her known smile…that warm smile she gives everyone. She has the warmest smile, he thought, a smile that lightens up a room I suppose, a smile that is like a mother's, and a smile that is honest. She leaned in gave him a light peck on the lips, but he wanted more. He pulled her in again and kissed her passionately on her lips. He wrapped his arms around her even more. He rolled them over so that he was on top. She giggled and smiled against his lips. Jaime suddenly thought of his stump and wished that it was flesh against flesh instead of metal against flesh. Although he could feel her with his left hand, he wanted to be able to feel her with his right hand like before. Perhaps this is my punishment from the gods, he thought, I've lost the hand I killed the King with…the hand that flung the Stark boy from the tower…the hand I'd slide between my sister's thighs to make her wet…I've lost the hand that was going to hold my children with, my trueborn children that would've been with Guinevere's. He pushed those thoughts away and came back to his little wife.

Her hand came up to his face and bushed a piece of his blonde hair aside and smiled up at him.

"Why did you upset Sansa Stark," he asked. She froze and frowned at him.

"I upset her?" she seemed furious.

"Yes you did…you said she was beneath you, Gwen," he said, trying to convince her.

She rolled her eyes and got even angrier as she said, "Did she tell you or Tyrion what she said to me?"

He shook his head and then she continued, "She said that I was dead to her and that she blames me for her whole family dying including Ned. She said that Guinevere Velaryon was her sister and that she died…not Lannister or Targaryen just Velaryon. She didn't care what happened to me nor did she listen when I had tried to convince her."

She scoffed and pushed him off her and got off the bed. She covered her body with a sky blue satin robe, tying the ribbons around her waist.

"Guinevere…" he tried to say until she cut him off saying, "No, Jaime. It's bad enough that Sansa has convinced Tyrion that I'm…evil or something and now my own husband is taking her side over mine."

She stormed away from him and went into the bathroom. He fell back on the bed with a huff.

"Women," he groaned in exhaustion.

After a few moments she came back out and went to her wardrobe. He immediately got up, not caring that he was still naked and went behind her. When he tried to touch her, she pulled away from him. She went in the other direction of him and he followed her. When she tried to do it again he gently grabbed her by the arms and pulled her back against his chest.

"I'm not on her side," he said in a stern voice, "I'm always on yours just as you are on mine. I just wanted to know why you said it that's all. We've been married for only a couple of days; let's not start it with spite and angry towards each other." His hands started to roam her body earning him a soft moan from her. He was already hard right now from when he came in through the door and he knew that Guinevere knew this as well.

He turned her around so that they were face to face. Not taking his eyes off hers, he started to untie the ribbons around her waist with his left hand. He smirked as he saw Guinevere look down at his cock and then quickly look back into his eyes. He slowly slipped the robe down from her body and let it fall to the ground. His eyes went down to her breasts and her hard nipples. His hand started to caress her breast and she closed her eyes and exhaled a breath. His metal hand went to her bottom and he wished he could squeeze it, but just kept it there, pulling her closer to him by it. He kissed down her neck. His lips traveled back up to her lips and then led her back to the bed. Jaime sat on the bed with his hands on her hips now and her standing in between his legs. He kissed the bottom of her breast and then her belly. He looked up at her while his flesh hand gripped one of her butt cheeks. She whimpered a little and her hand gripped his hair a little. She smiled down at him and got on top of him. He groaned in pleasure as she lowered herself into him. Both his hands-flesh and metal- grabbed onto her bottom and started to push himself deeper inside of her. She bounced up and down on his lap, her breasts bouncing along their pace. He felt himself grow harder and harder each time she moaned. He buried his head slightly in her breasts as she stopped bouncing and moved her hips slowly around his cock. His groans were probably loud, but not as loud as her moans were.

"Gods, Guinevere you're so loud right now," he chuckled lowly, "someone might hear you and wonder."

She giggled. "We're both loud, Jaime. I can imagine a guard or a servant girl walking by and then playing with themselves by our love making sounds."

He smirked and just a few moments later she climaxed and he spilled his seed inside of her, groaning as his hands pushed more into her bottom. "We should do this more often, my lady." He said amusingly.

She smiled down at him and pecked him on the lips. She whispered into his lips, "We've been doing this every since we've been married…every day, sooner or later I'll be with child because of this and if not well, I'll be very surprised." He kissed her again, smiling against her lips.

. . .

A few weeks later, Jaime was walking to Tyrion's chambers when he turned a corner, but then quickly went behind it as he saw Daemon talking to Sansa in hush tones that Jaime's ears could not pick up on what they were talking about. His eyes looked closely at their lips and it appeared that Daemon was the one doing all the taking to a confused Sansa. Sansa seemed to give Daemon a nod and then leave. Jaime waited for Daemon to get closer to his corner before grabbing him by his red leather doublet and shoving him into a wall by putting his forearm against his throat in a tight hold that Daemon could barely breathe.

"Why the secret meeting with my sister-in-law," Jaime asked.

Daemon rolled his eyes in annoyance, "None of your concern, Kingslayer."

Jaime gave a short laugh and then pushed his forearm more into his throat causing Daemon to grunt in pain, "You're a funny man. It does concern me when it's my brother's wife you were talking to. She's a Lannister now so she's apart of the family."

"Maybe if you ask nicely…I'll tell you, Lannister. It means to let me go," Daemon said in a rough voice that Jaime could barely hear, but he understood.

Jaime let him go and the man fell on the ground coughing and rubbing his throat. Daemon looked up at him with anger held his eyes. Jaime kneeled down to his level and said more sternly, "Now what was it you were going to tell me again?"

Jaime gave him the smiled that cuts like a knife and Daemon whispered simply, "I was telling her that she should wear her hairnet the one with amethysts in it at the king's wedding. That is all."

Jaime wanted to question him further, but decided against it. Daemon grabbed onto his arm as he tried to leave.

"Keep my sister safe and close to you at the wedding," Daemon whispered. Jaime nodded and Daemon let go of his arm freeing him to leave. He didn't look back to him as he left to go back to his chambers to get ready for Joff's wedding. Jaime was a little fearful of what would happen at the wedding and hoped it would be nothing like the Stark boy's wedding and they will all be dead.

When Jaime got ready for the wedding he decided to guard himself with a knife inside his doublet. If he kept his sword by his side, someone would think he was going to harm another. He didn't want to alarm Guinevere with what he was told to do because he feared she would have a breakdown from her memories. He kept to himself as he got ready for the wedding which didn't seem to bother Gwen because she was keeping to herself as well and he could tell that she was in deep thought.

His eyes roamed her entire body as she finished lacing her gown up, it fitted to her every curve and it was crimson which made him a smile a little. He already wanted to rip the dress off her body and take her on the ground, but he held it in. The thought of her swollen with his child suddenly came to mind. He felt himself become hard at Gwen, but held that in as well.

He came behind her and held her in his arms. He started to kiss her neck a little and he felt her smile against his cheek.

"Do you ever think what they'll look like," he asked all of the sudden.

"Who?" she said.

"Our children," he said and immediately he felt her stiffen against him and he looked at her face and found that she was frowning and a little sad.

"I don't know…I used to I guess," she said.

He was confused. "Used to? So you've never thought of it after we were married."

She sighed in frustration. "Of course I have, it's just that…not right now I haven't not after…"

He understood now and felt like horrible for asking her and bringing up the memory. Honestly he had completely forgotten that she was with child when it happened and that was the reason she had a miscarriage. Another reason to hate my family, he thought coldly.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'd forgotten about those events."

She turned around his arms so that they were face to face. She cupped his face in her delicate hands and looked him the eyes as she said, "Jaime don't ever be sorry for that…it wasn't your fault, I've known that for quite a while now."

She genuinely smiled at him and kissed him lightly on his lips. They pressed their foreheads together and she whispered, "I do want children. I want them with you, but I can't not right after I've lost my boys. I'm sorry."

He was confused at first, but then concluded that she meant the Stark boy and their child. He nodded and tried to smile, but he was a little disappointed for some reason. He'd thought that he would have been happy about not having a child right now and just having sex with his beautiful wife and the woman that he loves, but he suddenly wanted more and the same thought of her swollen belly came into mind again. Jaime wasn't and didn't want to force her into something like this and knew that he had to give her time to warm back up to the idea before suggesting it again.

He kissed her forehead and looped her arm through his and made their way to the Sept.

. . .

Jaime and Guinevere stood side by side as they watched Joffrey and Margaery stand side-by-side between the towering statues of the Father and the Mother. Although the Tyrell girl was a beautiful bride he could not, but think that Guinevere had been the most stunning bride he'd ever seen and he knew that everyone else knew it, but wouldn't dare say it aloud where someone could hear them. His eyes glanced to Guinevere and remembered their wedding day. He'd thought that it was going to be a glooming wedding, but it turned out to be quite fun and he enjoyed all of it and basked in it, forgetting the war and the problems that went with it. The ceremony was too long was Jaime's taste and when it was done he quickly wished Joff and the Tyrell girl all the happiness and then made his way with Guinevere to the Great Hall where the feast was being held.

Guinevere sat by his side sitting in between him and Tyrion with Sansa at his brother's side and his father on his other side along with his sister. Across from them sat the Tyrells which Jaime could only remember three of their names Ser Loras, Lord Mace Tyrell, and the Queen of Thornes they called the grandmother. His sister looked bored, but tried to put on a happy face, his father held the same expression he had on ever since his mother had died giving birth to Tyrion, and then there was Sansa who held on an expressionless mask on her face. Guinevere and Tyrion seemed to be the only ones having fun between the two immediate families, they were laughing and Tyrion was drinking. He smiled and thought; at least she's not like Sansa and she actually loves me. He felt suddenly bad for his brother in some way and knew immediately that he did not want to marry the girl for many reasons. He was on his twenty-second course and wondered when the nightmare of endless courses would end. He looked to Guinevere saw that she had no trouble eating her meals.

He leaned in and amused by this, "How could you eat this, Gwen?"

She shrugged and turned to him. "I feel as though your sister wants everyone to get fat."

Tyrion looked around and turned to them, "Very fat it seems."

They laughed and kept eating their meals that were placed in front of them and he wondered how many courses they had left to eat. He turned towards her again and said, "I had been thinking that maybe after Joff's wedding that we ride for Casterly Rock."

She looked disbelieve able at him, "You mean it?"

He nodded and continued, "Of course I mean if we are to become Lord and Lady Lannister and have a family there someday why not get used to the place first especially you because you have never even been there."

She smiled widely and happily. She immediately kissed him and said, "I would love to go there."

He smiled happily and said, "Good because I'd wanted to show you the Golden Gallery and the Lion's Mouth, and the Hall of Heroes."

"I remember that place," Tyrion jumped in, "did you know Gwen that place was where Jaime and I used to play as boys. You could hear from below where the sea comes in…"

Jaime and Tyrion both smiled at the memory and so did Guinevere. A Harper came in and started to play "A Rose of Gold" for the Tyrells and "The Rains of Castamere" to flatter his father. Jaime shifted in his seat slightly and immediately once the song started to play he looked around and saw the mostly everyone's eyes would glance to Guinevere and then they would whisper. Jaime and Tyrion both looked nervously and sadly at Guinevere as she froze in what he thought maybe was fear, but also anger. He looked to Joff and filled with anger as he saw him smile gleefully at the sight Guinevere when she heard the song. He suspected that the boy had something to do for it.

Once the song ended Joffrey kept gleefully smiling at her and proclaimed, "I had hoped you liked that Lady Guinevere…I made sure it was played tonight, especially for you. Think of it as a…very late wedding present for your first marriage I think…when you weren't a Targaryen that is."

Some of the hall went silent and Guinevere just sat there staring aimlessly into her plate. After a while things went back to normal with the other guests except Gwen. Tyrion was a little angry as well same as him. Jaime shook her a little and whispered in her ear, "Don't let them get the satisfaction of seeing you like this. You are stronger then all of them and you are above them…because you come from a powerful family and you're married into a powerful family."

She kissed him on the cheek and smiled at him, "I love you, Jaime Lannister. I love you."

"I love you as well, Guinevere," he replied instantly.

"Bring on the jousters!" Joff shouted in a voice think with wine, clapping his hands together.

Tyrion came in closer to them and said, "He must be drunker than I am." All three of them burst into laughter, but it immediately ended as they saw the sight before them.

The jousters were a pair of dwarfs. One was mounted on an ugly grey dog while the other rode on an immense spotted sow. They had painted wooden amour on, their shields were bigger then they were, and they wrestled manfully with their lances. They kept swinging at each other, one knight all in gold and a black stag painted on his shield while the other wore grey and white boring a grey wolf on their shield as well. He knew that the wolf was not meant to only mock Sansa, but Guinevere as well. The jousters kept mocking fighting each other. Jaime glanced at all the laughing faces, Joffrey was red and breathless, Tommen hooting and hoping down in his seat, his sister was chuckling politely and even his father looked mildly amused. Jaime, Guinevere, Tyrion, and Sansa were the only ones not smiling or laughing, but even somewhat slightly glaring at the sight before them.

"I yield, I yield," the wolf knight screamed while on the bottom of the stag knight, "Good ser, put up your sword!"

"I would, I would, if you'll stop moving the sheath!" the dwarf on the top replied.

Joffrey could not stop laughing. Gasping, he lurched to his feet, "A champion," he shouted.

"We have a champion," the hall went quiet as the king was speaking.

The dwarfs untangled from each other. "Not a true champion though," said Joff. "A true champion defeats all challengers." The king climbed up on the table.

"Who else will challenge our tiny champion?" with a gleeful smiled he turned towards his brother just as he feared he would.

"Uncle! You'll defend the honor of my realm, won't you?" Laughter crashed over the entire hall. Tyrion climbed then onto the table and his face twisted into the most hideous mockery of a smile that Jaime had ever seen. "Your Grace," his brother called, "I'll ride the pig…but only if you ride the dog!"

Joffrey scowled, confused. "Me? I'm no dwarf. Why me?"

"Why you're the only man in the hall that I'm certain of defeating!" The instant of shocked silence filled the room. Tyrion hopped into the ground, very satisfied with what he had just done. A few knights helped Joffrey down, his sister glared at his brother and Tyrion blew her a kiss which made Jaime smirk. Joffrey strode up to Tyrion and washed down the wine all over Tyrion.

"How do you like that, Imp" Joffrey mocked. Jaime jerked to his feet, but was roughly pulled to sit back down by his father and Jaime pulled Guinevere down when she was about to give Joff a piece of her mind.

"That was ill done your grace," Jaime said through his teeth

Tyrion wiped the wine from his face as he said, "Not at all dear brother. A pity the wine spilled."

"You'll be my cupbearer," Joffrey ordered and Tyrion obliged.

After a while Tyrion and Sansa stood up to leave, they stopped as they heard Joffrey's voice, "Uncle, where are going? You're my cupbearer, remember?"

"I need to change into something new. May I have your leave?"

"No. I like the look of you this way. Serve me my wine."

Joffrey chuckled darkly then started to drink form his goblet. He started to cough insanely and uncontrollably now. Jaime looked for Sansa, but saw that she wasn't there and neither was Daemon. He pulled Guinevere closer to him and pulled her behind him in a protective way. In a couple of moments there was scream heard and he knew that it was Cersei's.

Cersei cradled the dead body in her arms who Jaime concluded that it was Joffrey. Someone must've said something about choking because then his sister said this, "He did not choke." Cersei's voice was as sharp as Ser Ilyn's sword.

"My son was poisoned," Cersei said through her almost dry tears, "Kingsguard, do your duty."

"My lady? What do you mean?" Ser Loras said.

"Arrest my brother," she commanded him. "He did this, the dwarfs. Him, his little wife, and the Targaryen girl. They killed my son. The king. Take them! Take them all!"

Jaime immediately while no one was looking went to Guinevere and pulled her away from the scene and to their chambers.

~Fin~

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