Hello! If you found this story, You were probably fond of Walda from Game of Thrones and wished you could read more stuff about Lord Bolton and his little fat wife? If not, well, this is a story pretty much about how their relationship started out, and how they will slowly grow on eachother, and find that they need one another in this cold, barren wasteland called the North. There isn't much of a good read on here, and so I'm tossing in my two cents and hope to get the ship sailing! X'DD Lots of lovely art about them, but not may fan fictions I find Favorable.. So here you are! My minor project to keep my brain working functioning properly.
The gates were opened with a shuttered groan as a dark stallion came forth, trotting along with the group of Bannerman baring the Sigil of House Bolton as they entered the Twins. Roose, who rode in front of his men, held a solemn expression as he came towards the main entrance. Before him, stood a few Frey men who soon came forth with distrusting eyes as they studied the pale, tall rider of the ebony horse. No sooner had he dismounted, he was ushered inside through the set of double doors, and brought to the great hall where the symbol of the seven gods were caved into the wall parallel to the entrance where a frail, old man with thinning hair sat in mock of regality at the end of the room along with a young woman, who stood to his left, was picking at her teeth rather un-charmingly. On either side of the room, the space was filled with many of Lord Frey's children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and bastards, all of which assembled for the rather uneventful welcoming of the Lord of the Dreadfort.
"Roose Bolton, so nice of you to visit us here at the twins.." Spoke the old man, Walder Frey, as he slowly sat a bit straighter, and turned his pointed nose towards the tall, pale man before him.
"I have come for the collection of the deal you had offered me by raven?" Replied Lord Bolton rather passively as a leering smile stretched itself upon Lord Frey's lips.
"You accept my proposal then?" He asked, barley hiding the glee behind his words as whispers slowly sprung up among his children, which were quickly silenced when Walder turned a sour face, and demanded them all to shut up.
Roose was rather unimpressed as he watched the feeble old man turn his squinting eyes back to him in mock apology.
"I have." He replied simply as Walder slowly ran his tongue over his bottom lip, an untrusting smile upon his face as he turned and beckoned out at his children.
"I am glad to have you here, then. You see how my children start to pile up? I need to be rid of them, and I do not trust my fool of a son to accomplish such a feat." He spoke rather bitterly as he turned an icy eye to a bearded man in the crowd to the left, who taken to hide his face now behind his hand.
"I am sure you will find worthy suitors for them all." Responded Lord Bolton as the old man simply turned away with a grunt as he waved a few servants over.
"You must be weary from your travels." He continued as a little boy came forth. "You, fetch some wine for our guest." He instructed as he waved the boy off.
"That is not necessary." Spoke Roose again as the old man turned back to him with a suspicious look.
"I would like to pick my bride now, and be married as soon as possible. I must be returning to Winterfell and see how my bastard is fairing with the task I had given him of securing Winterfell." He clarified as Walder let out a wheezing chuckle.
"You wont be needing that bastard for long once you've married.. Very well then. The sooner you leave, the sooner I am rid of another mouth to feed. Girls! Come forth." Beckoned Walder as the crowd slowly made way for the brides-to-be.
One by one, the girls fell in line as if they had done so multiple times before in the past as they stood now before the Lord of the Dreadfort with fearful, curious, and even hopeful eyes.
"My daughters, Walda, welda, welthem, Wensi, Wera, welma, Louisa. Grand-daughters, Sherrie, 'fat' Walda, Sarah, Ceara, Neyala, Roslin, and.." He paused as he came to the last.
"Mary." She replied as Walder simply waved her off.
"Take your pick." He snapped as Roose turned away from the thinning man, and slowly made his way down the line, observing each girl slowly as they peeked up from their curtain of untamed hair, falling cold under his calculating stare. One by one, as he came by, the girls quickly glanced the other way, frightened of eye contact with the lord of Dreadfort as he gazed upon them all, and without a second thought, he locked his eyes upon a rather plump one, and paused before her, staring hard at the top of her head as she shyly, and slowly peeked up behind her locks of dull blonde to brownish hair and gazed upon his white, icy eyes.
"..I'll take her." He said simply as he briefly turned away, and the girls where soon dismissed by a puzzled Lord Frey.
"I was sure you would pick Roslin, or at least the fairer Walda.." He spoke slowly as he gazed at the pale lord.
"You promised me my bride's Dowry in her weight in silver." He replied as Walder seemed to grow even more dismayed by the second.
"I see.. Well, it is better she be gone this way, then of her eating herself to death I suppose.." He spoke gruffly as he took the wine that was offered to the Pale Lord, and gulped it down.
"We will hold the ceremony tonight. You and your men may stay here and leave at dawn.."
At this, Roose was taken back at how hasty Lord Frey was willing to push the wedding along, but he expected nothing less from the old man as he simply agreed to the arrangements, and was taken to his room..
In another room, across in the other tower from which the Lord of the Dreadfort was currently residing in, there was a loud commotion in the room of one certain bride to be..
"I cannot believe he chose you!" Cried one of the many girls that were packed into this single room.
"What would the Lord of Dreadfort want with a piggy such as yourself, Walda?"
"I heard the deal Grandfather made with Lord Bolton." Piped in another as they all gather around to hear what she had to say.
"What? What deal?" Demanded one as they all hushed.
"He promised to give Lord Bolton his bride's weight in silver as dowry." The girl giggled as a few others did, eyes locked upon the plump girl who was sitting as far as she could in her bed, away from the others.
"Of course! That a makes perfect sense! Of course he would pick you."
"Hey, Walda, I bet he'll kill you as soon as you leave the Twins."
"Yeah, did you see how pale he was? I heard he gets leechings every day."
"His family Flays people alive! They have it on their banners! What kind of a sick person cuts people up like that?"
"Shut up, all of you!" Cried a young girl as she was seated at the foot of Walda's bed, along with a slightly older girl with a soft face.
"I'm older then you, you shut up! Your still a child, unlike the rest of use you miserable little baby."
"At least I'm not called an Open Gate, like someone." Snapped the little girl as a few others giggled. The soft face girl soon came up to the now pale Walda as she was snapped from her trance.
"Never you mind what they say, you will be fine. Lord Bolton is the lord of the second most powerful house in the North. Just think of it, you will be even greater than us Freys will ever conceive or aspire to be."
A few girls leered and turned a sour face as others looked on with a hint of adoration and admiration. A few even had faces of pity for the plump bride as she forced a meek smile and rolled onto her feet.
"Yeah, just think of it! You'll be free out there while the rest of us are still stuck here with Grand-dad.." Winced the young girl as her face bunched up in disgust.
"I will do my best to be a-a good lady wife." Nodded Walda with Determination as she was ushered to the mirror. A few hand maidens soon arrived to ready her as the girls were ushered away, and Walda stood rigidly as she was measured and prodded on the same day that was to be her wedding to a man she barely even knew..