The dragon continued to fly over Casterly Rock, its breath blowing flames out of it. Jaime stood next to Gwen, his arm moving around her waist as he pulled her back into the bedroom and out from the balcony. She continued to leave her hand on her chest, making sure her dress didn't fall down as she stumbled backwards with Jaime.

"What do we do?" Gwen wondered from him. Jaime shook his head at her as another dragon made its presence known. A knock sounded on the door and Gwen turned around as Jaime remained fascinated by the dragon, words failing him for once in his life.

Gwen moved to the door, opening it wide to see Sansa and Arya stood there, one girl with a look of amazement and the other panic.

"Gwen!" Arya called out, moving into her and Jaime's room, not caring that Gwen's husband had been in some state of de-clothing. "It's a dragon! Can you see it?"

"You can hardly miss it, can you?" Sansa spat at her sister. Gwen nodded in agreement as the door shut again. Jaime pushed a hand through his hair, lacing the front of his shirt up again as he looked at Gwen, his brow arched. She could tell he wondered why she had let the girls into their room. She shrugged at him as Sansa stood by her side.

"I'll find my brother," Jaime growled lowly. "He can explain what is happening here."

"Tyrion?" Sansa worried instantly. Jaime shook his head at the girl, resting his hand on Gwen's shoulder as he looked down to the young black haired woman.

"He is safe," he promised her. "He won't tell anyone you're here."

Sansa let out a small sigh, her face still scrunched up as she was clearly not fully content with Jaime's response to her. Jaime turned his attention back to his bride, his hand on her cheek as he pressed his lips against her forehead, holding her tight to him for a moment.

"Stay here," he said. "Don't go anywhere."

"I won't," Gwen promised before she saw him sweep from the room.

Sansa took hold of Gwen's laces on the back of her dress, tightening them and the maid again. Gwen stood where she was, moving a hand to rest on one of the four posts to her bed. She held it tightly as Sansa set about her work and Arya bound onto the balcony.

"Arya, come away from there," she urged the young girl. Arya did as she was asked, retreating back into the room as the dragons faded from their sight.

"What do you suppose they are doing here?"

"Nothing good," Sansa replied to her young sister.

"I don't know," Gwen admitted to them. "You've heard the stories of the Targaryen girl. She has dragons. She is supposedly back to reclaim the Iron Throne. She does believe that it is rightfully hers.

"Kings Landing is nowhere near here," Arya scrunched her face up as Sansa finally tied the laces together. Gwen stepped out of her hold, shrugging at the girls before moving to the balcony. She stood at the edge, peering over it and into the night sky which was quiet once again. Perhaps they didn't want to pillage Casterly Rock. Tyrion had promised them that he would try to make sure Casterly Rock remained safe. Gwen only hoped he managed to do just that.

"Then there is obviously another destination," Sansa said. "I still can't believe there are dragons. They were supposed to have died out."

"Apparently they haven't," Arya replied. "I think they're fascinating creatures. They're so big and graceful."

"And dangerous," Sansa concluded.

"They seem to have passed over," Gwen concluded, moving back into the room as Jaime came storming back in, a look of annoyance on his face. His hand moved through his hair again as three sets of female orbs came to rest on him with wonder. He looked to Gwen and spoke softly;

"Tyrion says that the Targaryen girl is going North with her dragons. War looms with the White Walkers."

"White Walkers?" Gwen snapped out. "They...they can't be real...surely..."

"Dragons are," Arya said back to her maid without a moment of hesitation. Gwen nodded in agreement with her and then looked back at Jaime.

"So we are safe?" Gwen checked and he nodded at her. She remained appeased for a moment, her mind wandering for a few moments as she did so. She didn't think any of this sounded plausible for one more. Dragons were creatures of myths. White Walkers had come to be creatures of history. Yet they were both alive. They were both around. Gwen took a moment to contemplate what was happening whilst Jaime spoke to the girls, clearly wanting them out of his bedroom.

"You two will be safe for the night. You can go back to your room."

Arya looked at him with distaste, his attitude annoying her as he kicked her out of the room she had been stood in. Sansa was slightly more willing to leave, grabbing hold of Arya's hand and pulling her from the room. Gwen stopped them, ducking down and kissing them quickly for a moment, her lips against their cheeks as she smiled at the pair of them.

"Sleep well, girls," she urged them and watched them leave.

"My brother clearly didn't think it important to warn me of the impending war up North," Jaime complained to Gwen. The maid shrugged nonchalantly at him, her head shaking back and forth as shock continued to rock through her body.

"I think he was too intent on killing you to do anything else," Gwen admitted to Jaime. He chuckled deeply, moving closer to his wife before pushing his hand through her hair, the motion soft and soothing.

"Thankfully he didn't," Jaime whispered to Gwen. She smiled up at him, moving closer to his touch, her hand resting over his.

"Do you think this is it?" Gwen wondered from him, her voice quiet and questioning. Jaime bent down, his chin resting on top of her head. She buried her own head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and allowing content to take over her. "There's nothing else? No more travelling through fields...no more running...worrying...no more fighting...just this. You and me living here?"

"I think so," Jaime promised her, his voice also a murmur. "Let's put it this way, if anyone tries to disrupt us then I have become rather skilled with my left hand."

Gwen let out a small laugh at hearing him, tilting her head up and looking at him. Many moons had passed since she had met him. Since she had been threatened by the man they called the Kingslayer. She had been tormented by him at the beginning. She had despised the very ground he walked on.

And now she had married him. Now she had seen him out of his family's clutches. Jaime wasn't a perfect man. No one was perfect. But he was enough for her.

"I love you, Jaime," she whispered, her eyes searching his. A smirk lit up on his face before he moved his head downwards, capturing her lips against his as he thanked the Gods once again.

Two years later

"Arya!" Gwen snapped at the young girl. "Be careful!"

Arya looked across to Gwen as she moved out into the courtyard. The young girl had been practicing her sword fighting once again, hitting out against the tutor which Jaime had found for her. She had become quite the master with a blade, a thought that scared Gwen. The girl was still adamant that she was going to follow Brienne and join the ranks of knights. Gwen had kept her mouth closed, her lips tight together and she said nothing, hoping that Arya would be safe whatever she did.

"Gwen."

The Lady of Casterly Rock turned around to see Sansa moving closer to her, her eyes wide and full of vibrancy. She stood before Gwen, a smile on her face as she did so. Gwen clasped her hands together in front of her stomach, watching the young girl with red locks in front of her. The dye had finally come out of Sansa's hair and she looked like she had done once before. She had aged, her beauty becoming more prominent. She looked entirely like her mother.

"You would never believe what has happened!" Sansa squealed as Arya lunged forwards, her sword hitting against her tutor's blade. Gwen winced at the noise, turning her attention back to Sansa after a moment.

"Do tell," Gwen urged the girl.

"Marell has asked if it would be proper for me to dine with him this evening?"

"Not in his chambers, I do hope," Gwen arched a brow. Sansa shook her head, the thought completely unsatisfactory to her.

"On the library balcony," Sansa said. "He tells me that Jaime gave his permission for the space to be used. Would it be fine for me to dine with him?"

Gwen laughed for a moment, the sound light and shrill in Sansa's ears. She reached her arm out, wrapping it around the girl's shoulders, holding her tight by her side. Sansa smiled, realising that she had the approval of the woman who posed as her sister. Yet, she didn't think it was an act. Gwen may not be her blood, but she was like family.

"Of course you can," Gwen said. "You like the knight, don't you?"

"He's not a knight," Sansa said. "He has taken no vows. He's only begun serving Jaime recently."

"Well, perhaps he will be one day," Gwen decided to say. "I assume you'll be wanting to look your best for this evening?"

"I have a dress ready," Sansa admitted. "Can you do my hair for me?"

"Of course. You run along and I shall be there in a moment." Gwen promised her. Sansa did as she had been told, running off whilst Gwen continued to stand, her eyes set on Arya with intent.

She felt a sudden chill in the warm air causing her to run her hands up and down her arms. She didn't want Arya to leave. She didn't want her to be in danger all the time. Gwen would keep her safe for life if she could.

The fight between the White Walkers and the Dragons had ended. Fire had prevailed and so there came to be Queen Daenerys. She was a fair ruler, one of the best which the world had come to know. Jon Snow had revealed himself as a true hero, choosing to keep his place in the Night's Watch. He was the leader, protecting the realm in case any more danger came. Bran and Rickon had revealed themselves, coming to light and showing that Theon Greyjoy had not died. Winterfell had been reclaimed as theirs once more, Lord Bran ruling over it like his father had done.

Gwen had been surprised when Sansa and Arya had told her that they didn't want to go back to Winterfell. She thought that they would want to be with their brothers. Apparently Gwen staying in Casterly Rock was enough to keep them to stay there.

"You're thinking again."

Gwen jumped as Jaime wrapped his arms around his waist, his hand splayed on her stomach as she turned her head around to look up to him. He pressed his lips against her forehead as she remained where she was.

"You know me well," Gwen said.

"After two years of marriage, I should hope I do," Jaime chuckled at her, resting his chin on her shoulder as he watched Arya. "She'll be as good as me one day."

"If not already," Gwen taunted him. He kissed her neck quickly, watching as she laughed in his hold. He ran his hand down the bump of her stomach, the pink silk material gathering under his touch.

"I had a raven from my sister," Jaime admitted to Gwen. She said nothing, remaining still in his hold as he waited for a moment, a deep breath coming from his throat as he did so. Gwen waited for him to tell her what she wanted, but he seemed conflicted for a moment.

"She remains in Dorne with Myrcella," Jaime spoke. "She asks me to come and bring her back. I told her no. She's been exiled. I want nothing to do with her."

"And how is Tommen?" Gwen wondered, knowing full well that the boy had been innocent in all of his mother's schemes.

"The boy is well. Myrcella is happy to be married. She's as much of a dreamer as Sansa is."

"She's found a common soldier to dine with tonight."

Jaime chuckled at hearing that, rolling his eyes before kissing Gwen on the shoulder again.

"I know," he assured her. "I told him to be careful with her. She's precious to a certain wife of mine."

"That she is," Gwen admitted to him. "And has there been any news from Tyrion?"

Jaime pursed his lips for a moment, shaking his head against Gwen's neck. "My brother doesn't want to see me. I cannot blame him. He remains the Hand of the Queen. He's doing a good enough job, so I heard."

"He always was very clever," Gwen nodded in agreement with Jaime. The Lord of Casterly Rock said nothing at that. He had not been on good terms with his brother. He had not been able to look at him honestly ever since he had revealed the lie. He wanted things to be how they were before. Perhaps they could be in time. Jaime didn't intend to push him.

"Did you see that, Gwen?" Arya called out as she disarmed her tutor. Jaime removed his arms from her, wrapping her arm into the crook of his. She nodded as Arya ran up to her, her face beaming with pride as to what she had achieved.

"You're better than the legendary Ser Jaime," Gwen said. Jaime rolled his eyes as Arya threw him a smug look. He had been used to the girl trying to get one up over him. She didn't like him very much, even after all the years she had been with him. But, she loved Gwen and she tolerated Jaime.

"I know," Arya said smugly. "I'll be a brave knight one day. Just like Brienne."

"Perhaps you will be," Gwen said, running her hand over Arya's head. "Now go and freshen up for dinner. We're cooking tonight."

"Why?"

"Because the serving staff deserve a night off every week, Arya. They work too hard sometimes," Gwen said. Arya nodded, rushing off after bowing to her tutor. Gwen watched as she left, the smile falling from her face as she thought of the danger which Arya would eventually put herself in. Jaime tightened his grip on Gwen's arm, kissing her on the cheek once again.

"You worry about her."

"I always will do," Gwen said. "I worry about both of them. They're growing up so much."

Jaime smirked at that, beginning to walk by her side as he looked down to her stomach one more time.

"And you're going to have another one to worry about soon," Jaime warned her. "Are you sure you are up to serving dinner this evening?"

"I'm pregnant, Jaime," Gwen reminded him simply. "I'm not ill."

"It is a husband's place to worry for his wife," Jaime promised her as he walked her over to the balcony. It looked over Lannisport, the port bustling with activity and the sun beating down. He took Gwen into his arms once again, wondering if he would ever tire of holding her in such a manner. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she looked up to him.

"Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?" Gwen wondered.

"It doesn't matter," Jaime said. "Perhaps there will be more in the future?"

Gwen scoffed, arching a brow at hearing him.

"Do you know how difficult is to look after children?" Gwen wondered from him. He kissed the tip of her nose before resting his hand on her stomach again, wondering how the future would turn out in the end.

"No idea," Jaime said. "I'll find out. I am sure we will manage."

"We've managed through worse before," Gwen said and Jaime nodded in agreement.

"We'll always get through it," he promised her. "We always have done. We always will do."

She said nothing to him for a moment, her cheek resting against his shirt covered chest as she glanced onto the ocean. Jaime kissed the top of her head, wrapping her back into his arms. The pair of them remained where they was for a few moments, content in each other's company.

For then and always.

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A/N: It's finished. I cannot believe it. Anyway, thank you to everyone who has supported, read, reviewed and followed this. It means a lot to me! One more review if you please? Possibility of a sequel? Do let me know, one last time! thank you all very much!