Lord Larence was a lively man, yet he did not like the feel of this, it felt suspicious to him. He supported his king in every way however since his liege lord left he knew King Robb would have to make some decisions, but an alliance with the Frey's was not an option to the lord of Woodyard Hall.

Lord Larence had met Lord Walder once before in a tourney in Riverrun a few years back, people were astonished to see that late lord of the Twins had left his keep and from his first look at Lord Walder he knew the man was not one fond of loyalty. When Lord Larence was first called to war he knew the difficulties he would face with war.

"No Father you cant leave, Who would take care of us and rule Woodyard Hall, Mother is dead and Jon is serving at Lord Rickard's court." His youngest daughter Leyla was always persistence, ever since she was a wee girl she could outwit her father and get her way but this time there would be no discussion.

"I am afraid I must go, Lord Rickard has summoned me and I must go to him, while I am gone Brandon will rule," Brandon was a small child of 12 years of age, he was adventurous and foolish and not the type to rule.

"But Father who will take care of Brandon, he cannot possibly rule by himself," said Leyla hoping to persuade her father

"Maester Lucas will tend to both of you Leyla, he will help Brandon learn to rule," said Lord Larence

"But fa-" said Leyla before being interrupted, "there is no but to it, I must go Leyla and you must stay, I am sorry this has to happen but it is my duty. Take care of yourself my sweet winter flower."

That was the day he told his family he would soon, depart he left them heartbroken and in wait and now had to do all he could to help his King win the war so he could return home.

"Mi lord here is your wine and your sword" said William, he was a young lad and in a few days it would be his twelfth name day and soon his squire would be a knight.

"Thank you William, go tell the master to tend to the men's wounds."

"Of course mi lord." Said William before leaving,

House Heward was a small house that served the Karstarks of Karhold, however Lord Larence refused to leave his Kings side when ordered by his liege and now had sworn homage to King Robb as the rightful King in the North. Suddenly two Frey's were behind him with blade's at their waist,

"Ello mi lord are you enjoying the feast," said the Frey soldier with a sly grin,

"yes and why do you ask" said Lord Larence reaching for his blade,

"no reason, just wanted to warn mi lord of the special surprise Lord Walder has prepared for the young wolf." Said the Frey with a grin,

"King Robb is your king and you will address him as such", said Lord Larence sliding his blade out of its scabbard, "or do I need to show you some manners. "Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his thigh the Frey had stabbed him and now more were coming. Though he was wounded Lord Heward was a strong man and he quickly swung his blade to his right side slicing off the Frey's head. Another Frey then charged at him and Lord Larence quickly raised his sword impaling his foe. Two more Frey's then attacked him, one of them swung for his head and Lord Larence quickly parried the strike, the other Frey than lunged at Lord Larence, Lord Larence quickly blocked the strike and proceeded to stab the Frey through the stomach. The other Frey then swung wildly at Lord Larence with wild blows which Lord Larence easily blocked, Lord Larence then laid a combo of powerful hits to the Frey eventually bringing him to his knees.

"I yield! I yield mi lord! Said the Frey with a blood slowly crawling down his arms to show the strike's from Lord Larence,

"In the name of Robb Stark, First of his name and King of the North and the Trident I sentence you to death," said Lord Larence before slicing the powerless Frey's head off.

Lord Larence then turned to see another Frey walking towards him, a wounded lord then raised his blade ready to defend before he saw the Frey's face go pale, all of the sudden his body fell to the ground with a heavy thud, and behind him he saw only William his squire.

"Mi lord come quick the Frey's have killed King Robb you must flee back to Woodyard Hall." Lord Larence remained expressionless but he knew this was the work of the Lannisters and that the North was no longer independent