Alright you guys well here is the next chapter…hope you all are still here and still with this story. It's a short chapter… it's mostly Gwen's letter to Jon so if it's boring then skip it or something. I'll put another chapter very soon probably tomorrow. Who knows…there won't be smut or lemons for some chapters because she just freaking had a baby.

Next chapter you guys will love…I hope at least.

Dear Jon,

I'm sorry I haven't written to you in a while…things happened, certain things that I cannot write in this letter in case this letter to you gets into the wrong hands. If you manage to get this letter then you must still be alive and well. I hope at least. I hope you found everything you were looking for at the Wall. I don't want you to listen to the rumors surrounding you right now. There are two reasons why I decided to write to you. One was to tell you how I've been since you left and to know how you were doing. Another reason was to put the rumors to rest. I was Queen in the North…I was with child when the Red Wedding happened. I was playing with the idea of naming my son, Eddard…or Alexander. I lost him though when I saw Robb, Jon. They said he was strong and beautiful. I like to think that he tried to live, but he wasn't strong enough, he reminded me of Robb in so many ways.

I had a choice to make at the time between Jaime Lannister and Robb. I chose Robb not because he was king, but because I loved him more than I loved Jaime or so I had thought. Please do not think badly of me. I was a confused girl who had too much to think about. News of my real relation must have reached you by now. It's true; I am a Targaryen, daughter to Prince Rhaegar I remember that Robb wasn't angry or disgusted like I had thought he would have been when he learned about the truth; he said that he loved me and then died.

You were right about Robb. He did love me, no matter what. I chose Robb when it came down to his death sentence, all the way to the end. I know that if Jaime had read this letter that I know that it would hurt him. I was never forced to marry Jaime even though it may seem that way. He has made me very happy that it becomes too unbelievable for me to understand. I gave birth to a baby boy, a son just a moon past. His name is Killian Lannister. He's a loveable little boy, always by my side though so much independent like a Stark.

He has these beautiful light blue eyes that I know would make any woman swoon. He looks so much like a Stark that it reminds me of the old days when the war wasn't even a thought. I'm doing everything I can to find Arya and Sansa. I won't give up until I find them, but there is this feeling of failure that I keep feeling every time I see my son and husband smile. I wish that you are able to step away from your vows at the Wall and come to Casterly Rock. We have many prisoners that could be of good use for the watch. I need you, Jon. You've always been a brother to me and even though I have Jaime and Killian…I feel as if I'm still missing something.

There is so much that I wish to tell you, but it needs to done in person, Jon. I miss you.

- Guinevere

Gwen closed the parchment shut. She poured some red hot wax on it and stamped the Lannister seal on it. She smiled at it and then stood up and personally handed it to the maester to send to the Wall by raven. He smiled at her as he took it from her. He immediately attached it to a raven and sent it off. Gwen decided to walk to the kitchens and check on the staff. They had been very kind to her and so loyal that it comforted Gwen and made her feel safe.

They had kept Arya and her companions safe and secret. Gwen was going down the hall after just breaking her fast with Arya when she had decided to write the letter when she passed the practice yard. She stopped and went a little closer to the yard. There she saw Jaime with a sword in his left, practicing his strikes on a dummy. The practice yard was empty and it was only Jaime practicing. She had no doubt that he probably ordered everyone to leave.

She kept on staring at him as he sparred with the dummy wanting to succeed at stronger strikes. She then held in the gasp that almost came out of her mouth when the sword dropped out of Jaime's hand. He was clumsily to get it, but then stopped. So much rage filled Jaime's face as he yelled and then started to throw any thing his hand could find. He breathed heavily, his bare chest drenched in sweat as he slid down the pillar in defeat. He held up his golden hand and looked at it in disgust before violently untying the claps on it and then ripping it from his stump and throwing it across the yard and it hit with a loud clank to the wall that she was at.

The golden hand gleamed brightly as it lay there, lifelessly. Gwen walked over to it and picked it up. She looked more carefully at it and then walked over to Jaime, who had his head in his hands. She kneeled down beside him and his head immediately came up. She didn't want him to think that she was looking at him with pity. He opened his mouth to say something, but she spoke first, her voice gentle, "You can't expect it to work like your right hand. You need to give it time. I love you just the way you are. Even if you have no hands, you'll always be my Golden Lion and I will be your Little Lyanna. You are everything to me, no more, no less. I love you, Jaime."

She gently grabbed his stump and brushed it against her cheek as a single tear came down her face as she smiled warmly at him. "Especially your missing hand."

She strapped the golden hand onto his stump as he said quietly, "It will be hard and painful."

"I know." She replied, looking down at his golden hand, clasping it.

"Are you sure?"

"I married you for a reason, Jaime. I made vows to you that I don't intend to run or hide from." She said as she looked back up and into his eyes.

Gwen leaned over and gave a deep kiss to Jaime. His hand deepened the kiss even more. He pulled away and then cupped her cheeks saying, "How did I ever get so lucky to have someone like you?"

"Maybe the Gods are being cruel," she jested.

He laughed, the rage from before fading away. "Maybe they are showing mercy."

"According to your sister, the Gods don't show mercy that is why they are gods."

"My sister is a…well as you know she's a very complicated person."

She silenced him by a kiss. She pulled away and whispered, "We'll find away just like we always do."

He smiled despite his true feelings and hugged his little wife to his chest as he looked down at his golden hand, wishing that it was still there. Every time Gwen had kissed or touch him, Jaime could still feel the tingle in the fingertips of his missing right hand. He realized something right then and there…he was his sword hand.

~Fin~

I know it was a chapter, but I promise next one will be longer and more interesting. At first I was just going to make this about her letter to Jon, but I really wanted to show how depressed Jaime really is about losing his hand because EVERYONE knows that Jaime was so depressed about his hand and lost everything. Anyways hoped you guys liked this chapter and will continue to stick by this story.