"Robb, what are you willing to give to cross?" Lady Catelyn asked, everyone in the room was silent as they waited for the young Lord to answer his Tully-born mother.

"Everything" Robb said sternly, though his mother could see that under his hard exterior he was terrified.

"Are you sure, Walder Frey doesn't make light demands" She questioned making sure that this time their eyes met.

"Mother, I am left with no other choice. I know how this works, I will most likely leave this with a Frey for a wife but I have always known that I wouldn't marry for love." Robb said attempting to end one of his mother's endless worries.

She sighed before leaving the tent to talk to the late Walder Frey.

A small group of men from her son's army were sent with her to the entrance of the ominous stronghold of House Frey. She had known since she was a young girl that Walder Frey was not a man easily pleased. Though the list of demands that the old man was about to give her would extensive, she could bet her position at Winterfell that she would walk back through the main doors to the Great Hall with a Frey as a future good-daughter. Just the thought of one of Walder Frey's offspring marrying her eldest son made her feel ill. She had known since the moment that she found herself pregnant, that her child would be forced to marry for the advancement of House Stark. But Robb was still a young boy in her eyes, her baby. Still, she knew that this was the only way that she would have a chance of getting her Ned back.

She took a deep breath as the large wooden doors slowly opened creaking, constantly, the ungodly noise that reminded Catelyn that this was not a place to be trusted.

As soon as the doors were fully open, she went to step inside but as her body filled with fear, it was as if she had forgotten how to walk, she took one last deep breath and forced her legs to begin to walk the length of the chamber, she curtseyed low when she finally reach his seat, mostly out of a want not to look at the corrupt Lord. He looked down of her as she did so; a large smile filled his face, displaying the few golden yellow teeth that remained.

"Lady Stark" he greeted, his tone that of a toddler who had been given a new toy, despite recently celebrating his 90th name day.

"Lord Frey" Catelyn returned, keeping her voice as monotone as possible.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked slowly, as his hard eyes explored her body, despite his young wife, who was perched on the arm of his chair, with a look of pure discomfort permanently resting on her face.

"Even you must know of my son's journey south"

"And you want me to open my gates to your young wolf" He guesses.

"It is the fastest way south, my lord" Catelyn confirmed his theory.

"You should know that I'll want something in return" Walder Frey said, licking his lips and tightening his grip on the young girl he called his wife.

"I have come in my son's place, what is it that you want?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

"I have a great many daughters, granddaughters and even great-granddaughters living under my roof. Too many if you ask me, I have to get rid of them."

"You would have Robb marry one of them?" She guessed and a smile one again spread across his face.

"He can have his pick, he can even have 2 if he wants, though I warn you they're an ugly lot...save for 3 of them... can't give the young Stark an ugly bride, can I?"

"I give you my word that upon our return to Winterfell, Robb will marry one of these girls" Catelyn promised

"Oh no" He begun to laugh "I don't trust you to come back. He will marry her today or he will not cross."

"But he must cross as quickly as possible!" Catelyn cried.

"Then he better chose quickly" Lord Frey commanded, matching her tone.

Catelyn knew of the little good it would do to argue with the elderly Lord.

"Now!" He shouted, making her jump "My young wife will go get the girls"

"Which ones, my Lord" Lady Frey, would couldn't off reached her 19th name day, barely whispered.

"Alyx, Walda and Roslin" He replied, not looking at her but directly at Catelyn.

"Which Walda?"

"Which one do you think, you stupid girl!" Lord Frey snapped his eyes to his wife.

The girl, now distraught ran off almost tripping up over her skirt.

"Oh and bring Tyta, I need her for something else" He shouted after her.

After she had left the room, Walder's eyes quickly returned to Catelyn.

"Now, my other demands, your son will take on my son Olyvar as his personal quire. 2 young boys will be taken to Winterfell as Ward's."

"I believe Robb will agree to this –"Catelyn begun before Lord Frey stopped her.

"You will help these boys get wives and you, Lady Stark will take my daughter Tyta as your personal companion. I have given up trying to marry her off to some 20- something year-old Lord. But a Northern Lord loses a wife at 40, as Lady of Winterfell I would expect you to recommend Tyta"

Catelyn just nodded making a mental note of everything that he was asking for.

"Now, will you be picking for your son?" He asked rising from his chair.

"I would presume that Robb would wish to pick his own wife" She said calmly, refusing to let him distract her from her task.

"And what choice he will have"

Catelyn turned to one of her son's men.

"Inform, Robb of what has happened and tell him of his pending choice and that his presence is required."

The man nodded and began to walk out of the hall.

"Better turn that walk into a run" She heard Lord Frey mock from behind her.

"Ah! Here they are my gems, Lady Stark, the only things I have that are actually worth anything" He announced, making Catelyn feel sorry for all the other girls who had to live with his constant comments. She turned as the girls approached her; she felt relief fill her as she saw that the 3 younger girls were rather beautiful, a mercy that she was sure that Robb would be thankful for.

"This Alyx, my granddaughter" Walder Frey introduced the first girl, who curtseyed politely to Catelyn before straightening up to face her. She was a head shorter than Lady Stark and she had long dark-brown hair that fell only just past her shoulders, she had high cheekbones and deep blue eyes. "Walda, a granddaughter" Lord Frey gestured to the second girl who immediately dropped into a low curtsey, Walda was taller than her cousin by several inches and was only slightly shorter than Catelyn herself. Just from looking at her you could tell that she was the oldest of the 3 girls. Her blue eyes whilst the same colour as the girl before her, they couldn't have been more different, hers were icy blue with hints of the purple that was usually only seen in Targaryens. Her blonde hair served a bright relief from the dark-brown strands that were seen on almost every other Frey."And finally Roslin, my daughter" The shortest girl stepped forward, she was dainty and her pale skin almost made her look like one of Sansa's clay dolls. Her features matched this claim; she had a delicate nose and large brown eyes. She curtseyed to Catelyn before standing up and greeting her. "It is an honour Lady Stark" As she spoke Catelyn noticed a small gap between her 2 front teeth. Her mahogany coloured hair reached the bottom of her back and had slight curls at the bottom. She seemed out of place as a Frey and reminded her of the faint memories she had of her late mother.

"And this Lady Stark is Tyta" An older girl, close to 30 than 20 stepped forward, it wasn't that the girl wasn't pretty but for the first time Walder Frey had been right, she would be too old for a Lord looking to produce heirs "Tyta, you will be moving to Winterfell and become Lady Stark's companion."

"Whilst one of you girls will marry Robb Stark" Their Lord announced.

Catelyn saw little to no reaction from the oldest, Roslin's eyes widened but most of her emotions stayed hidden but the youngest was less able to hide her fear, so much so that Catelyn saw her hands start shaking.

"You've seen them, now piss off to your son, and tell me when he's decided" Catelyn merely tipped her head to him and began to walk to the door before the messenger that she had sent to Robb ran into the hall.

"Lord Stark has been caught up with Lord Bolton and asked as his mother if you could bring all of your experience together and choice the most suitable bride."

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