Guinevere quickly glanced down at herself and noticed that her gown had rips in them and had dirt mixed in with mud on the base of her skirts. There were dirt under her fingernails as well and her hair that was nicely pinned up had come apart in tussles. I have to make it to Casterly Rock, she kept telling herself, and I'll be safe there.

She urged her horse to ride faster and it obeyed, but she knew that in a matter of time it would need to rest and so would she. Luckily the moonlight was bright enough to light her way through the woods instead of the darkness blinding her. Something blurry caught her eye as she was riding through the woods, dodging tall and large trees, she turned her head to the running figure just for a moment.

Guinevere's grey eyes widened as she swear she saw a direwolf running in rhythm with her horse. It looked like they were racing each other…each second her horse would be in front and then the direwolf would be in the front. Guinevere could've sworn that the direwolf seemed to be changing forms. One moment it would be Lady running with her through the woods, then it would be Grey Wind running with her, then it changed into Shaggydog, next it formed into Summer, after it was Ghost, and then it formed into the direwolf she had thought to be dead, but it wasn't and it stayed in the body of Nymeria.

She smiled brightly at her and knew that all the direwolfs of the Stark children are with her now…guiding her through the dark woods…protecting her and giving her their strength. She turned her head forward and immediately stopped her horse from running into a group of people that had come in front of her horse. Her horse forced itself to stop from riding on and it stomped its hooves on the ground and stood up because it was scared of the intruders.

She looked in disbelief as she saw the face of Arya along with two boys or at least one was a boy while the other looked to be a man. We're more than just cousins, she thought happily, we're sisters. Although her hair was short enough to where her appearance would fool anyone stupid enough to actually believe that she was a boy and also because of the dirt of her face and her clothes that she was wearing, Guinevere could still see the face of the not so lady like girl named Arya Stark.

Her horse calmed down and Arya said lowly, "Gwen?"

Their faces were all in disbelief as they stared at each other. The fat boy gestured towards Guinevere with his hand and said, "This is Gwen? The famous Gwen you always talk about? The same Gwen that married your brother and then married the Kingslayer?"

"Hot Pie," the older boy scolded in a rough voice, "you're forgetting that's her husband you're talking about."

Hot Pie's eyes widened in fear and he pleaded, "Um…um I'm sorry, m'lady. I didn't mean to say that! Please don't have me killed!"

Guinevere held in her laughter at Hot Pie as Arya said, "She's not going to kill you, you idiot! So stop it."

"I see you haven't changed," Guinevere teased.

"No. No, I haven't." Arya said and it seemed like she was waiting for Guinevere to scold her like Sansa used to.

Guinevere smiled warmly, "Good. I would hate it if you did." Arya gave her a smile of mischief.

Guinevere practically jumped off her horse and Arya ran to her and they hugged each other tightly. She lifted the girl up in her arms as they kept on hugging one another. They both didn't seem to really care that they were probably cutting each others' air supply because they were just glad to be with someone they actually knew and loved.

As she hugged Arya she couldn't help, but feel sad because she thought of the old days back in Winterfell…when Robb was still just a boy and not king…when Theon was still their friend and not their foe…when Bran and Rickon were still alive instead of dead…when Sansa sewed patterns on cloths and wasn't thrown into the game of thrones…when Ned and Catelyn were her only parents and she was still a Velaryon…even when she didn't know Jaime, but had seen him a couple of times every so often.

She thought back to the arrival of the king. Guinevere Velaryon, the Beauty of Dirtmark, and the Doppelganger of Lyanna Stark, she thought, back when Robb was in love with me, but I never noticed. She had to be honest with herself though that she never got what Jaime meant by "exploring" she kept wondering whether or not if it had to do with Cersei or whether it had to do with actually exploring Winterfell…or maybe it had to do with her.

"Curiosity killed the cat you know." She told him.

"Yes so I have heard, but what an interesting…choice of words." Jaime replied.

She remembered telling him that when they questioned each other. She slightly shook her head at the past and came back to the present with Arya… "The Lost Stark Girl" some would say. If Arya had lasted this long and by herself then she wasn't so lost after all, she though quietly, she should've been called "The Stark Girl That Survived".

Guinevere set Arya down and they released each other from the hug. Arya smiled brightly up at her and she returned the same sweet smile she used to give her back in Winterfell. She looked to Hot Pie and the older man, they looked very confused, but in their eyes they held fear…but only a little.

She gave them both a warm smile and said politely, "Don't be frightened of me because of Jaime."

Arya's face twisted in confusion as she said, "Wait, why are you calling the Kingslayer Jaime? I heard that you were forced to marry him."

Guinevere sighed and said, "I'll tell you everything, Arya, I promise, but let's make a fire and tie up the horse. I think I have food in the satchels."

Arya looked behind and at her companions. She turned back and nodded.

. . .

Everything was set up. The fire was good and warm. The horse was tied up to a tree nearby and it laid down on the ground and was sleeping. There was enough food to last them for a month or two so Guinevere shared with Arya and her companions. Hot Pie slept soundlessly against the log just across the fire… soft snores coming out of his parted mouth while the older and well-muscled one stood near the trees, his back to them as his eyes kept on the look out for anything that may seem as a threat.

Right after Guinevere sat down on a log, Arya immediately turned to her and asked, "You promised to tell me everything."

"I know. So what do you want to know?"

"The Kingslayer…"

Guinevere groaned in irritation. "Please, don't call him that. I hate it when people call him that and he may be stubborn and deny it, but it bothers him too when people call him by the name he was branded with when he was just a boy."

"You care for him…don't you?" Arya asked as her eyes looked on her face for conformation.

"Yes. Yes, I do care for him. I always have…but I choose Robb in the end." She smiled sadly and stared into the fire.

"I don't blame you. You know for Robb's death." Arya said which made Gwen smile.

Gwen smile faded as she started to think about Sansa. "Sansa seemed to disagree with that. She wouldn't listen to me just because I fell in love with someone else and that person was a Lannister at the most."

"What does Sansa know," said Arya playfully, "all she thinks about is sewing, marriage, and babies."

Gwen gave a short snort and said, "Maybe back then she did, but not when I saw her."

"How is she," Arya asked in a concerned tone.

"To be honest…she's wasn't good. Joffrey had the Kingsguard beat her and no one did a damn thing about it. Only Tyrion was able to stand up to him when he humiliated her in front of the court. He did her a kindness when he married her, I suppose."

"He married her?!" Arya angrily asked.

"He didn't touch her. Both he and Sansa told me. He knew that it wasn't right and he didn't want to…no matter what. Tyrion and Jaime Lannister aren't what people think they are or what they gossip about, Arya. They would never and could never lay a hand on a woman. Trust me." She told her.

"Is she…" Arya couldn't finish her question, but Guinevere already knew what it was.

"No. She is not dead. Lord Baelish and Daemon took her away from King's Landing when Joffrey was killed and Daemon….he's in love with her, Arya."

"Is she in love with him?"

She shrugged. "He doesn't know, but you could tell that she feels safer with him instead of Littlefinger. She trusts him and he protects her as well. Why don't you though…blame me for his and your mother's death?"

Arya stared into the fire. "Because I saw how devastated you were when you saw him die and when you lost your baby."

Guinevere immediately stared at Arya in disbelief. "You were there," she asked incredulously.

She nodded. "I remember the Hound telling me that Robb and my mother were going to my uncle's wedding at the Twins so my friends and I, we went there and searched for them. I also remember entering the castle and being so confused as to why everyone was in such a rush and why they even had weapons in their hands like they were going into battle or something. We were walking and we heard screams that pierced our ears…they were so loud though. Gendry went in front of us and he tried to cover of my eyes, but I pushed them away because I wanted to see what was happening in the hall that we were in," she sounded almost emotionless as she continued, "I saw two men…guards maybe that were dead. Stabbed endlessly by the Freys and Gendry killed the Frey men that were attacking the two men. He also killed the other one that was not that far away from us that was cruelly raping a girl. So I tried to help her and tried to keep her alive, but she died instantly from the wounds she was given. You could barely see her face and her clothes were torn from head to toe…ripped savagely. She whispered something in my ear and she said, 'We found you.'"

Guinevere held in the tears when Arya mentioned her friends…the people that had given up their lives to save her. "They were good people, you know. They deserved to live…all of them did."

"You knew them, didn't you?"

"They were my friends. They were the ones that helped me escape King's Landing when Ned died. They brought me back to Robb, they would sure that I was safe, and they wanted to help me find you. Robb still thought that you were at the capitol with the Lannisters, but I never wanted to tell him the truth because it would bring your mother and him in complete despair and they would declare you dead."

"I'm sorry, Gwen."

"None of you deserved this life. I wish that I was able to protect all of you and even when I tried to…Jaime would not let me risk my life."

"Is it true? What you say about him and the Imp?"

"Arya," she reminded. Arya just smiled and said, "Sorry…I mean Tyrion. Is it all true? Tell me something that makes me think differently."

"The rumors that you've heard about them aren't somewhat true. Tyrion and Jaime are the two most honorable men I've ever known, Arya. Yes, Jaime did take a lot longer to be the person that he is today, but…I love him and I care for Tyrion…they are apart of my family now. Just like you are, Arya."

Arya gave her a hint of a smile, but it quickly disappeared and turned to her and her eyes bore into hers for truth as she slightly exclaimed, "Are you pregnant?!"

"Yes," Guinvere replied calmly.

The girl's eyes widened in digust. "You've become the thing we've hated."

"Please, tell me what is this 'thing' you speak of?"

"Sansa," she almost yelled, "you're becoming Sansa! You're in love with your knight in shinning amour! You're having babies with your golden-haired lion! You probably even think about what your children will look like!"

"Of course I think about those things now because I'm in love with Jaime. We both love each other and although I hate him for what he did to me…I still love him."

"What did he do to you?"

"Well, I'm sure in his defense he would say that he was protecting me and the babe, but he sent me away to Casterly Rock so that no one could hurt the babe because he was going paranoid about someone maybe trying to assassinate me."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll give him the meaning of seven hells when you see him again…I know you'll see him."

"What else did you see at the wedding, Arya because I know if you were able to see my friends get killed then you saw other things that a young girl should never have to see especially since you're so young?"

"I remember seeing the Frey men hold you back as you screamed and battled for them to let you go and how you kept on struggling to get to Robb. I was looking through the crack of a door and when I was about to open it, Gendry and Hot Pie held me back and they used all their strength to drag me out of there. They pulled me out and as we went further away from the castle…I saw you come out and you looked broken and so ruined. I kept on fighting them to let me go as I saw blood stain through your dress because I knew that you lost another person."

Guinevere didn't know what had gotten into her. She thought that maybe it was her pregnancy that suddenly made her hug Arya again or that it was because she was glad to see that one of the younger Stark children of Catelyn and Ned were still alive…and that they survived.

Arya immediately hugged her back and her hands clenched into tiny fists on her back, gripping the material of the gown. Arya had laid her head on Guinevere's shoulder and squeezed her eyes closed and Gwen did the same thing because they both were in complete and utter joy.

. . .

Guinevere had told Arya to go to sleep and Gendry still stayed watch, but was somewhat still half asleep. They had finally found each other and soon Guinevere was going to find the rest of the Stark children. Bran and Rickon have to be alive, she told herself quietly as her back was on the ground, and they are wolves…direwolves. I saw their wolves, they have to be alive.

Guinevere was brought out of her inner thoughts when she started to hear mumbling from behind her. She turned her head around and saw that it was Arya who was mumbling or she was chanting. Guinevere kept still and listened in more on what she was even chanting.

"Cersei…Ilyn Payne…The Hound…Polliver…The Mountain…Valar Morghulis," Arya chanted in her sleep.

Guinevere's brows knitted in confusion and her face twisted in worry as she turned back around and curled in a ball. She tried to force herself back to sleep, but she couldn't get Arya's chants out of her head.

Guinevere's grey eyes flew open as she realized, Surviving made her a vicious and vengeful warrior…it made Sansa cold-hearted…it made Robb have to grow up sooner than he had to…it made Theon have to kill two little boys even if they weren't Starks, but still…they were innocent boys…and it made me into a person who has lie and use trickery just to climb to the top in order to bring them all down…one by one.

~FIN~