My first fanfic story! Hope you all like or love it as much as I do. I will try to update as soon as possible, now that summer is here…finally I will get to relax and write more. I have read all the recent books of A Song of Ice and Fire and have watched the series, Game of Thrones. So I will combine those two and put my O/C in to those events as best as I can. Robb/OC & Jaime/OC. Every one is a little bit older. Guinevere is about sixteen. This is Guinevere's outfit/dress until she gets to King's Landing and what Guinevere looks like:

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I do not own anything and the story and the characters except my O/Cs. All belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Chapter 1: The Beginning

The year was 298 AL, it was just the beginning of the year. Guinevere Velaryon had been sitting on a wood bench for a while now. With the other highborn ladies of Winterfell, sewing with them had been a bore to her. She wanted adventure, action, and most of all she wanted to get out of Winterfell. She had to admit though she did love the Starks as if they were her own family. Guinevere suddenly remembered her words, The Old, the True, the Brave. She had also recalled her father, Lord Monford Velaryon saying the words to her every time she had been scared. She had dreaded those words every time they had been said to anyone. Although, Guinevere had been very annoyed and quickly irritated by her family's actions towards others, but once she had been taken away by King Robert Baratheon as an act of treason because her family's loyalty belonged to the old dragons themselves, the Targaryens instead of the crown, she was immediately given as a ward to Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell she had missed them and they had almost caused another war over her. Especially her older brother, Daemon Velaryon II, Warrior of the Tides. She was told by Theon Greyjoy, heir to Pyke and the Iron Islands, also another ward of Lord Eddard Stark because of his father's rebellion against the crown, that was another thing they had in common…they are here because of their father's actions. Theon had told her that her brother was very angry at her being taken away as a punishment that he had stormed in through the doors of King's Landing, into the throne room and demanded that I be released to my family, and that apparently after that happened King Robert had told or actually roared that she had been taken as a punishment because of their loyalty to the sliver-haired dragons and since my brother was a boy at the age of seventeen King Robert did not feel that he should die for he was merely protecting his younger sibling, but the king kept his eye on the young sliver haired boy. She had not been surprised by her older brother's actions and she honestly had expected worse. When she had told Theon about it he had laughed about it and whispered in her ear, "A seahorse should know when it is time to be wise and obey their orders, and when it is time to disobey and be reckless." She had send a shiver down her spine when he told her that until a warm hand touched her shoulder and told Theon to stop trying to scare her. It had at first always been Robb who had been the one to comfort her or protect her from others then Jon Snow, Lord Eddard Stark's bastard had finally warmed up to her and she had been a little more closer to him than Robb because he had understood her a little. Now Theon had warmed up to her as well. Even though she was a southerner, she felt that in her blood and heart she was a northerner. Every one of the Starks had welcomed her with open arms when she had first arrived especially Lady Catelyn of House Tully. Guinevere had always felt that Lady Stark was like a mother to her when she had lost her own mother.

She had been told that she had looked like Lyanna Stark herself. Some Velaryons did favor in the traits in appearance of the Targaryens like their silver hair and lilac eyes and her house was also Valaryians as well. Her brother did look like a Targaryen while she looked like a Stark especially like King Robert Baratheon's late betrothed, Lyanna Stark. With her flawless face, her grey eyes, and dark, long, curly hair. The boys would joke with her about the king one day abducting her is she was ever seen by him. She awkwardly laughed at their comment, but when Jon and Theon kept on saying the different men who would abduct her, then when Theon had suggested that maybe one day in the middle of the night while she was sleeping the Kingslayer would climb up her vines to her window, sneak into her chambers, and snatch her from her bed without the slightest noise, then ride away into the darkness of the kingsroad, hide her away into a tower that touched the clouds, then Robb had slightly yelled at Theon to shut his mouth or he'll slice his throat. The next day, she had woken up to find that all the vines had been cut down. Then again Guinevere had known Robb being so protective over her. She had to be honest though she had felt safe when Robb would bring out his over-protective side to others, it even had sometimes made her laugh.

She returned to the action she was doing when a small hand slightly tugged on her sleeve. She could now hear the older and younger boys laugh as arrows were being an shot and missed by the sound of it. Guinevere had wondered how long Arya would last sewing. She smirked at the young she wolf. She was sewing or at least trying to sew some sort of animal maybe a wolf or a pig, Guinevere couldn't exactly put her finger on it. Guinevere had a much closer relationship with Arya than with Sansa, but she still loved and cared for the two little wolfs.

Seeing Arya waiting impatiently for her to do something, Guinevere put down her sewing cloth and needle onto the end table and said to septa Mordane,

"May Arya and I be excused…I need to borrow her for a little while."

Septa Mordane looked suspiciously at the two girls. She opened her mouth to say something until Guinevere interrupted her saying,

"I give you my word I'll make Lady Arya finish her sewing."

Guinevere gave the old woman a polite smile as she said,

"Fine. Lady Arya's sewing had better be completed once I see her or I'll tell her father that you had lied to me."

Arya looked a little displease at the thought of having to finish her sewing, but looked grateful as they got up and left the room quickly.

"Why did you have to tell her that I'll finish my sewing. I hate sewing." Arya told her.

She smiled. "Don't worry I'll finish your sewing plus we both are very bad so she won't even notice it was even me unless someone blabs about it." Guinevere said.

"Don't look at me. I don't rat you out. It's Sansa. Sometimes it just comes right out, I don't really mean to do it to you purpose-".

Guinevere stopped walking and kneeled down in front of the girl. She smiled and said to her.

"I know Arya, I know you were only jesting. Now come one let's teach your brothers and Theon how to shoot an arrow and teach them a lesson" Arya nodded excitedly and they continued to the practice yard where the rest of them were along with Lord and Lady Stark and Theon standing above them on a balcony watching Bran shoot arrows.

Guinevere and Arya had snuck quietly into the weapons shed and grabbed a bow and arrow. They quietly made their way behind a wooden gate. Guinevere had heard Bran shoot, then miss each time Robb, Jon, and Rickon laughing at him.

"And which one of you was a marcsmiths at ten. Keep practicing Bran. Go on." Eddard spoke, his voice loud, stern, and honorable. That is how a man should sound like, Guinevere thought.

Arya had strung her bow and placed her arrow in the right position waiting for the right moment to let go.

"Don't think too much Bran." Jon said.

"Relax your bow arm." Robb said.

Arya seemed to be taking their words in and following them. Before Bran had a chance to shoot his arrow, Arya shot her arrow and it went straight into the target. Guinevere had sat on the wooden gate watched with a pleasing and proud look on her face as all of the boys had turned around with shocked faces.

Arya smiled and curtsied like a lady. Bran dropped his bow and arrows and darted towards Arya. She laughed and ran away from him. He ran after her as they boys kept on laughing and saying,

"Keep up Bran. Faster." Jon said and Robb crossed his arms over his chest and laughed.

They made their way towards her. She put her hands in her lap and tried to act innocent.

"So was this your doing Gwen?" Robb said.

"What really makes me wonder is how you managed to get both you and Arya out of septa Mordane's grasp. Did you promise her somethin'?" Theon said with a smirk.

She smiled at them and said politely. "I don't have in the slightest idea what you are accusing me of boys". She jumped off the gate and straightened out her skirts. Then she continued. "After all I am just a woman. What could I possibly do with weapons of these sorts? Please tell me if I have no right to even wield a weapon?"

They boys had laughed at her jest while Theon had to leave because he had been called. She smiled and threw out her innocent act.

"Oh come on this stinks of your doing all over it. How else would Arya escape her septa's watchful eye." Jon said. Guinevere could feel Robb's gaze on her.

She turned to look at him until Theon came rushing back and said to them,

"Your lord father has a deserter. He asked we all come to the beheadin'…even your brother, Bran".

Guinevere could not believe what she was hearing. He is only ten, she thought just a boy, this is not a sight for his young eyes to see. She already knew that Lord Eddard could not be convinced. Bran would go to the beheading with Jon, Theon, and Robb while she had to stay here because in their minds, this is not a sight for a lady's eyes. Guinevere scoffed at their words.

She turned to Jon, but before she had time to say anything he spoke first his voice soft and gentle,

"Don't worry about him. I'll look after him while you're not with us. I promise."

She smiled at him and he returned it. Jon gently grabbed her hand and held onto it giving her a reassuring light squeeze.

She watched them as they mounted their horses and left through the gates of Winterfell. Jon looked back at her and smiled. Guinevere had hoped Robb would reassure her about Bran because she had always felt the relationship between her and Bran was like a brother and sister relationship and Robb knew that. It made her wonder why Robb was acting very strange today. Guinevere decided it was best to put those thoughts aside for now until he comes back at least.

. . .

It had been almost too long since the boys were gone. She tried not to worry, but it was no use. Guinevere decided to go to the godswood for some silence and peace. She picked up her skirts and made her way quickly into the godswoods. She was glad that no one was there.

She kneeled near the pond and looked into the pond's water. She felt as if she were almost in a trance or something. She gazed at it for what seemed like a long time.

Some rustling of leaves seemed to pull her immediately out of her trance and she looked up to see a worried Robb gazing at her. She smiled at him as he sat beside her.

"Are you alright, Gwen? You seemed a little out of it." Robb told her.

She gave a soft laugh and said, "I was going to ask you the same thing when you got back from the beading."

His worried face went away as she turned her gaze back to the water and smiled.

Robb was silent for a while.

Guinevere was now worried. She turned to him and out her hand on his upper arm.

"Robb what is it? You looked troubled. You can tell me." She said.

He sighed softly. "Jon Arryn, the hand of the kind is dead. The king is coming to Winterfell, Gwen. We can't keep doing this while he is here. People will surely tell him. They will think you are spoiled. Rotten bastards can't keep their mouths shut."

She nodded knowingly and rubbed his arm up and down. Robb looked at her and leaned in to kiss her. At first it was slow and gentle then it became passionate and Robb deepened their kiss. He put his hand through her hair and another on her waist. She put her hand on the back of his neck.

After a little while, they both fell to the ground. Their breathing was heavy and ragged. Robb's hand seemed to drop from her waist and sneakily made its way down her dress and onto her thigh. She chuckled softly at his attempt.

"What happened to not doing this anymore?" She felt him smile against her lips and mumble a reply.

"I said we can't do this when the king is here, but he won't be here in Winterfell for at least three days which gives us time to be together. Who knows what will happen when the king's family is here." She wasn't really listening to what he was saying until the last part about the king's family.

She sat straight up saying, "Wait, what?! The Lannisters are coming as well. Are you sure about this? Do you know what this means?"

Robb looked a bit confused then said to her,

"Please since you seem to have all the answers for everything enlighten me would you m'lady."

Guinevere smiled at Robb's formalities towards her. She rolled her grey eyes and said as she stood up and pulled Robb with her, holding his hands.

"It means that your lord father is to become maybe the next hand of the king. I mean weren't him and your lord father good friends after all like brothers people would actually tell me."

"I don't know Gwen, maybe, I guess, but it's been such a long time since they've seem each other and may I remind you that the last time they saw each other that things went bad then Jon was born."

Guinevere had almost forgotten about Jon and who he is. She felt sad for a moment because of the way Lady Stark treats him with so much hate and disgust. Jon never had it easy, but at least he had a father who actually cares for him and took him and treated him as his own just like he did with her. Guinevere was grateful for that she was chosen to be a ward of Lord Eddard instead of Lord Tywin. She wondered though what would have happened if she were his ward.

She came back to Robb and said, "Then ask your father what the king wants, but I'll bet two gold dragons that I am right."

Robb laughed at her and said, "And where, Gwen, did you get two gold dragons might I ask? You hardly do anything besides read your history books and go riding about into the deep woods."

She playfully smacked his arm and said, "I have my friends to thank for my money. No need to worry your pretty little head about it until well I use it against you…someday at least."

Robb laughed and lead her towards his horse saying, "We better hurry back to Winterfell or someone might think that we have been abducted." She nodded.

He helped her onto his horse and he sat behind her, holding onto her. It was silent between as they rode back to Winterfell. Guinevere had just now wanted to go away from Winterfell until the king and his party left then come back, but she her not being there would be noticed quickly.

As they rode into Winterfell, Guinevere saw the Stark children gathered around Theon and Jon while they were holding what seems to be like direwolves.

"You seem to leave the part of the execution where your family got direwolves." She said.

"Well we got found them on our way back…their mother died from an antler being stabbed in its throat. Each direwolf for my brothers and sisters."

"And what did you name them?" She asked.

He chuckled as they dismounted his horse. He held onto her waist as he helped her down and said,

"Well Arya named hers Nymeria, Sansa named hers Lady, Rickon named his Shaggydog-don't ask me why he even named it that, Bran hasn't named his yet, but he will probably name it something like Rickon's, I named mine, Grey Wind-"

Guinevere interrupted him saying, "Did Jon get a wolf as well…he is a Stark I know it…I can see it in his eyes."

Robb slightly laughed and reassured her, "Jon did get a direwolf…Gwen," He sighed and put his hand through his hair and turned to look at Jon saying, "Gwen, he named his Ghost. It was an albino one, Theon jested about it being Jon and called him a bastard."

She grinded her teeth and said, "I'm going to kill him."

She wretched herself out of Robb's grasp, but as she made her way towards them she got woozy and almost fainted and fell to the ground until Jory Cassel catched her.

She could see every thing starting to blur around her and she heard people's voices shouting to get help. Everything blackened as Jory picked her up and brought her to the maester.

All that Guinevere remembered was that the king was coming to Winterfell along with the Lannisters and his family to do gods know what damage here.

~Fin~

Until next time. Sorry there is now Jaime in this chapter meant to make it quick, but I felt that I needed to explain Guinevere as a ward, person, and her relationships. Asks yourselves though…why is Guinevere so scared of the Kingslayer…maybe they knew each other ;). All will be explained during the next chapter promise.

Hope you all like it, will be trying to update earlier.

Next chapter: The maester's reason for why Guinevere fainted, the king's arrival, and the feast, and maybe a certain someone why fall…who knows you'll just have to wait, see, and read.