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Guinevere had been pacing back and forth in their chambers. She knew what Jaime had done for her would be considered treason and she thought that it was a little foolish for him to be doing this for her. He's doing this because he loves you, you fool, she told herself. Jaime had gone off somewhere unknown to her. After a few moments, Jaime came in and Guinevere immediately stormed up to him.

"Where have you been? You shouldn't have done this, Jaime. This is treason what you're doing for me," she told him.

He smirked and kissed her softly. He broke the kiss and her lips formed into a straight line and he smiled mischievously and whispered against her lips, "Stop worrying, Gwen."

She rolled her eyes at him and he laughed again and kissed her forehead. He smiled down at her and said, "I've been reading about the Kingsguard. I've also managed to convince my sister and everyone that you are not responsible for Joff's death, but I could not convince the mad woman of my brother and Sansa."

Guinevere felt a little pity for Cersei because she had lost a child and Guinevere knew what it was like to lose a child. She knew that she could never tell her that, but at least she could tell Jaime and try. "Go easy on her, Jaime," she said, her voice gentle and she lightly chuckled at Jaime's shocked face, but continued, "I know what it is like to…go what she is going through. She hates your brother and Sansa so she's blaming them and she would have blamed me for it as well, but she let it go because, well I don't really know actually."

"No thank you?" he asked with pouted lips.

She smirked and her hand went slowly down from his shoulder, then to his chest and stopped. Her eyes held a hint of seduction. She glanced down at his trousers and glanced back up and smirked. She led him towards the bed. She made him sit on the bed while she stood up and in between his legs. She started to kiss him along his jaw and then his neck. Her hands were all over his body and they roamed him ever so slowly. She could feel his chuckle against her lips that were on his neck.

"Gwen, there's something you should know first before I get side tracked…again." She sighed and nodded. She sat in his lap and his hands immediately held onto her hips to keep her from falling.

"The Kingsguard were beating up Sansa on Joffrey's orders and that's why I think she…doesn't like you that very much and I as well because she thinks that maybe I'll hurt her or you, I don't know her reasons. I was told that they did that to her a lot and it was pretty bad," he continued ignoring her angry eyes and cold face, "Sansa disappeared and no one knows where she is. Ser Addam has men hunting for her, Varys has offered a hundred stags for her whereabouts, and a hundred dragons for the girl herself it's madness out there…sooner or later she will be found by someone…I saw your brother talking to her just before the wedding and he told her to wear her hairnet with the amethysts and said that I should keep you close to me at the wedding. Sansa seemed to have taken his advice and I think he helped her for the gods know what reasons he had."

She shook her head. "I saw Joffrey's goblet when it fell on the floor and the wine was the color of Sansa's hairnet… I just can't believe he would do something like this."

Suddenly their doors burst opened and Daemon came in and locked the doors behind him. She got off in rage and stormed to him yelling, "You slimy, dirty, stupid; little weasel!"

She shoved him and slapped him. "I can't believe that you are responsible for this. Tyrion is going to be beheaded for what you've done and Sansa, by the old gods and the new if she is harmed I will personally hunt you down and have your skin peeled off and then have it sewed back on."

Her brother was scared a little and showed it as he gulped. He then shrugged it off and rolled his eyes, "I understand, but I didn't kill Joffrey…well not me anyways, but someone else."

He walked around her and went for the table with the wines on it and poured himself a goblet. He drank it and licked his lips right after. "Sansa is safe…I made sure of it. I can't tell you where she is because of where we are, but trust me she is safe. I don't trust the man she is with though, but I trust her to do the right thing."

Guinevere was confused at her brother's words. She saw Jaime smile and look down. She didn't know why he did that, but as she recalled his words, she smiled and knew why Jaime smiled.

"So this is for her, what you're doing right now…protecting her, saving her," Jaime inquired.

Daemon shifted on his feet uncomfortably then he smiled nervously, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do, you more than just like the Stark girl, don't you? She's pretty and I know that she likes you as well especially since she's been betrayed so many times and then she trusts you," he smirked at her brother's soon to be pissed off face, "Too bad she's married though especially to my brother, must've made you angry."

Daemon scoffed. "I don't give a shit about the Imp, why would I? He doesn't deserve someone like her." She froze at his words and Jaime smiled in victory while her brother frowned and realized what he had just said and looked down in regret.

"Oh gods you do fancy her…" Jaime studied his face and continued, "and she fancies you. So that's why you want my brother dead so you could marry the girl yourself."

"No. I didn't know your brother would be accused of the king's death. I just told her to wear the hairnet so someone else could do their job, but it was someone else who whispered in your sister's ear. I was supposed to go to Sansa, but I need a certain…wench of yours"

"Brienne," she said, her voice curious, "Brienne of Tarth…you need her? Why?"

Jaime stood up slowly and asked in a dangerous voice as he made his way over to her brother, "Her name is Brienne…what do you want with her?" She was slightly surprised at Jaime, but this side of him for some reason turned her on, but she put that in the back of her mind.

"I need her and your brother's squire to help me get Sansa."

"Why," Jaime urged.

"I can't tell you nor will I, but once I've found Sansa…I'll tell you then. I'm, I have a duty to someone and I have to go through with it. I never meant to…feel that way about her…it just happened."

She smiled happily at her brother and leaped into his arms and hugged him. "I can't believe it…you finally found someone. Ugh! After all these years you finally have someone and to think that I always thought that you would never like anyone," she started to ramble on until Jaime cleared his throat and said, "Uh, Guinevere…Tyrion."

She looked at him, then realized, "Oh yeah right." Then she smacked her brother's arm and Jaime grabbed her hand and led her beside him. He held her hand and said, "How can we trust your word, Daemon?"

"If Brienne can trust me then so can you," Daemon said simply.

Jaime eyed him with curiosity and nodded in agreement. "Fine, but," he said as he inched closer to Daemon and whispered. "It's not me you should be afraid of…it's your sister, my wife, the Lady Lannister…it would be so easy for her to just, well make you disappear."

Daemon kept his composure and stood tall. His eyes quickly glanced to her and she gave him a knowing smile which he understood. He gave a nod and said, "Agreed."

After her brother left, Jaime turned towards her and sighed. He planted a soft kiss on one of her brows.

"I can't go to Tyrion's trial today, Jaime."

His eyebrows knitted in confusion, "Why not, my little wife?"

She smiled at his nickname for her and said with a smile, "Jaime-"

She suddenly fainted and Jaime immediately cached her body before it hit the floor. Though her eyelids were closed she could hear Jaime yelling, roaring, screaming at the top of his lungs for help and he sounded like a mad person and he sounded worried.

"Gwen! Gwen! Please, Gwen!" she could hear him yell at her though his voice was getting fainter and fainter and soon darkness took over her body.

. . .

She felt her heart pounding harder and harder against her chest as she saw it walking towards her. Her palms started to sweat and her mind was fuzzy. She was in the Great Hall…waiting for someone. She was looking at the Iron Throne when it happened. The person was walking towards her without fear and she felt like she was going to pass out, but she held herself together. It walked towards her and she stood her ground.

"Well, I'm certainly glad to see you again," she said.

They didn't answer, but stalked around her, their eyes roaming her form. She felt uncomfortable under their eyes. Her eyes followed them as they stalked around her.

"As am I certainly glad see you again, Guinevere…you've changed." They mused.

She gave them a fake smile and said, "Why, you flatter me…Theon." She could still see some of Theon in the thing standing before her barely looking like him.

"It's Reek," he snapped. She only smiled and replied, "Of course it is. I've forgotten about that."

She turned around and sat on the throne as Theon said, "Must be nice…being a Targaryen and finally sitting your ass on the damn thing. You've always wanted this didn't you, this was you're plan…it was always the Iron Throne you wanted."

She scoffed and laughed. "Not at first, no, of course not. Things change though…it's amazing what the Starks do to you especially once they've died and they always go out with a bang and leave on imprint on everyone."

"You have no honor…and you are not the Guinevere I used to know and actually care about."

She laughed again. "Tell me, have you ever had to choose between happiness and your family?"

Theon or actually Reek looked strangely at her. "Yes I have."

"Well I didn't have that choice, Reek. It was taken away from me…with my real parents, with Robb, with the Starks, and now it is happening again with Dany and Jaime. They both want each other dead and I have seven kingdoms to run, I have children to raise, I have to take care of everyone, and it is so stressful."

"I've heard that the Kingslayer escaped on the day of his execution…pity I would have liked to see his head on a spike decorating the walls. I wonder though how he even escaped your men."

She smirked and raised an eyebrow. "I wonder that same thing at night while I'm lying awake at night. I can't have him starting a war against her. She may be my family, but I'm Queen now and I can't choose sides. That is called honor because I'm not letting her rage against Jaime and her hunger for revenge get in the way of my ruling. I was lucky that I was born before her or she might have been Queen instead of me…I plan to change Westeros, I don't want to be like the people who ruled before me. She wants revenge on Jaime for a man she didn't even know and she only knows that he was her father and he was my grandfather whom I didn't know as well. I don't blame Jaime for his king slaying against Aerys. If that's not honor than I guess I shouldn't be ruling."

She saw him smirk and say, "I was wrong and I'm not going to say it again…ever. You have changed, but you've grown into a real Queen."

She smiled warmly at him. "Do you think he would've been proud?"

Reek looked down in regret and his face showed a bit sadness that lingered on as he said, "He would. I know he would have. Even now I think your current husband is proud of you…will you ever see him again?"

Truth is…Guinevere didn't know when she would be seeing him again, but she wanted to because she still loved him, but kept it hidden inside for his own safety and she knew that anyone that is on the throne has to pretend to not care, not to love, and basically just put on a mask for everyone.

She woke up groggily. She was in her old chambers when she woke up. Jaime was sitting by her bed side, sleeping with his hand holding hers and his head on her bed. She smiled at his sleeping form. Pycelle came in and jumped at her being awake.

"Oh Lady Lannister…you awake." He said.

"How long has he been asleep for?" she whispered as she sat herself up on the bed against the headboard.

Pycelle coughed and said, "Not for long. He's been here every since they brought me to you and he came back after Lord Tyrion's trial."

She knew that she would ask Jaime of Tyrion later. It was silent for a moment and she knew that he wanted to ask the question, but didn't want to anger her and so he didn't ask it in fear of her.

She sighed in annoyance, "Yes, Grand Maester Pycelle I am with child. Seven hells, just ask you need not be afraid of me…at least not right now."

"I'm sorry, i-it's just that well…you're very powerful now considering your marriage to the Lannisters and you're a Targaryen. You have power and now you're with child who is a Lannister by its father, a Targaryen by its mother and we don't know the highborn lady that gave birth to you…do you know who she is?" He urged with curiosity.

Before she could answer him, he asked again this time coming closer to her and eyeing her, "Who is your lady mother, my lady? You were gone for a month and weren't you looking for her…so you must've found out something about her. Surely you must know something about her."

She stuttered to answer him until Jaime said sternly as his head came up and he sat up straight in his chair, "That is none of your concern, Pycelle. Leave my wife alone and stop doing my father and sister's dirty work for them."

She smiled at his protectiveness and lightly squeezed the hand that was holding hers. She smiled coldly at Pycelle. Jaime grinned as he saw Pycelle stutter to answer because he was a little a taken back by Jaime's honesty.

"My lord-" Pycelle tried to say, but Jaime rolled his eyes.

Jaime lightly scoffed and turned his eyes back to her saying to Pycelle, "Get out."

Pycelle bowed and left. After a few moments Guinevere and Jaime started to laugh and she leaned forward and pecked his lips. Jaime came onto her bed and she snuggled up against him as he put his arm around her. He kissed the top of her head and said, "Is that what you were going to tell me?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yes. I'm pregnant."

She felt Jaime's wide smile on the top of her head. "Do you want a boy or girl?"

She shrugged and said, "I don't know. I guess I just want a child, no matter the gender of them."

"I agree, but my father would seem to disagree."

"Defiantly. We should hide our children away if they are girls," she said amusingly, "or we could cross dress them as boys and just lie to your father about their gender and just see what happens."

They laughed for a some what long time until it died out and Guinevere said, "Tyrion's trial."

Jaime froze and shifted against her. "Cersei had many 'witnesses' against Tyrion…so he chose a trial by combat. Her champion was the Mountain and Tyrion choose The Red Viper."

She immediately looked up, "The Mountain raped his sister and she was my step-mother…he killed her and her son. I know that her brother and she were very close with each other, practically inseparable they say."

"Yes they were…Oberyn managed to wound Clegane several times and he crippled him," Jaime smiled in victory at this, "But Oberyn's desire for vengeance got him killed and made my brother lose. Even though he died, he poisoned his spear and that made Clegane die very slowly and very painfully."

"He deserved it," she said simply.

Jaime nodded. "He did…every moment of it."

She in took a deep breath, "Tyrion lost, Jaime…this means that he's guilty…what are you going to do now?"

He was silent for a moment then his hand went to her very little swollen belly and said, "Trust me…I know how to deal with this. Don't worry, little wife, I won't lose my brother…not this time."

. . .

"I have made kings and unmade them…besides Kingslayers should band together. Are you ever going to go?"

Her big hand wrapped tightly around the sword he had given her forged from Ned Stark's sword and she named it, Oathkeeper. "I will. I will find the girl and keep her safe. For her lady mother's sake. And for yours."

"You better keep your word. Keep her safe." He told Brienne.

Jaime remembered their conversation and knew what he was doing was the right thing. He stopped at the entrance to the dungeons where his brother was being held. He took a deep breath and grabbed a torch. His hand was trembling as he pulled the door open and stepped inside.

~Fin~

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