"I will always help you however I can, Jon-King-in-the-North," Guinevere told him, blinking ingenuously. "Didn't I promise you so on our wedding day?" But she never minded winning; she'd not yet met a woman who didn't. And hearing Jon's voice get just a tad raspier proved that she had; Gwen loved witnessing her husband's rougher edges come to light. She kissed his lips this time, chuckling lightly.

But there were more serious matters at hand; namely, this foreign queen. "Mmm, it's possible," Gwen mused, brow furrowing as she gazed into the fire, deep in thought. "She doesn't appear to hold much respect for men. Although, given what I've heard she's been through, I can't say that I blame her."

Pausing, she then said, "It's doubtful that she's ever even met another Queen. She certainly hasn't had an audience with Cersei, and none of her eastern conquests were ruled, or co-ruled, by a woman. It might be a novelty for her. Women speak a language entirely different from men, you know."