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Há, surprised? I am too. I know that I said that I won't update until the NEXT weekend, but by the time I updated the third chapter, this was half done, and with the big support that I got on Friday (In one day you doubled the visits of the fic), I felt that It was my duty to update this as soon as possible.

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Robb II

After almost three days marching north, the Crossing appeared in the horizon. What was going to be a fast travel with three hundred men, transformed into a possible full-scale assault of twelve thousand. The army original plan was to be sent to Harrenhall and then to Maidenpool, in an attempt to liberate the last of the Riverlands castles who still were in the hands of the Lannisters. Unfortunately that wasn't possible, as he got the mysterious letter about the supposed treachery, letter that he now believed after the reaction and execution of Lord Bolton. It was almost dark when they were close to the Twins. The army stopped near the castle, barely out of range of the Frey's longbowmen who were posted in the walls. The doors opened, and two riders went out with a white flag. Robb stepped forward, followed by Theon Greyjoy, the Greatjon, Dacey Mormont, his squire Olyvar, Brynden Tully and his uncle Edmure. The riders introduced themselves as Jared and Lothar Frey.

"What brings the King in the North and his army to our home?" asked Jared, trying to be as polite as possible

"We came here for a wedding, but we had some trouble on the road, so as you can see, I increased the number of bodyguards that I will bring here. It's almost dark there, and I can't send them back, but I'm sure that Lord Frey wouldn't mind letting them camp here for a lone night" replied Robb with confidence.

"You take us for fools, oathbreaker?" yelled Lame Lothar "We expected a party of less than three hundred men, most of them lords and knights as witnesses to the wedding, and instead of that you bring an army of twelve thousand man!"

"He is your king you fool, talk him like this again and I will teach you some respect" Theon responded with his cocky attitude

"Shut up you fucking squid. I w-" Lothar started to talk when Robb silenced him

"ENOUGH! I'm not here to trade insults with you nor your siblings. I am here to honour a pact and restore my alliance with Lord Frey, not some twelfth or thirtheenth son. Go back to Lord Walder and tell him to open his gates, knowing that the bulk of my men will set camp here for a night. You have an hour to come back. Should you negate me the entrance, I will suppose that you turned your cloaks and burn your pretty bridge to the ground. Am I clear?!" an enraged Robb commanded, provoking Grey Wind to show his teeth in warning.

Both Freys nodded their heads and left to the castle, pale as the first winter snows.

Gods, shouldn't I know that not all of them are like these two, I would make my own version of the Rains of Castamere.

The Stark party turned their backs and left to their men, hurrying with their plan to take control of the Twins.

The night before…

"Olyvar, I must speak with you. Take a seat"

"Y-yes, my king?" a scared Olyvar muttered, barely looking him in his eyes

"You have nothing to fear from me Olyvar. I have been thinking for the whole day and I trust you when you said that you had nothing to do with this letter or the treason of your house. You have fought with me since the war started and continued under my service when your kin deserted me. I want you to talk about all of your relatives. I want you to tell me who of them aren't treacherous bastards and deserve some kind of mercy and whom of them deserve nothing but death. I know that they're your kin, but if you don't tell me what I want to hear, all their lives will be forfeit."

Olyvar ordered his thoughts for a minute, and started to talk, praying forgiveness to the seven for what he was going to say.

"In all my time in the Twins, I was completely encircled by men and women who were my blood. But that was the only tie we had. Everybody does what they do for his own benefit, thinking that they will gain some kind of esteem from my father, and of all of them, only my sister Roslin and my brother Ser Perwyn, who was part of your personal bodyguard in the Whispering Woord, had a good heart and weren't trying to grab power. Ser Stevron was the only exception I knew. He would have been a good Lord of the Crossing, and I'm sure that he had plans to clean the Frey's name, but he died after the battle of Oxcross for his injuries. Of my others siblings and half-siblings I can't tell you who is honourable or not, but if I must blindly chose about who is aware of my father plans, I think that Ryman and Black Walder, Ser Stevron's son and grandson, will know the plans about the wedding. Hosteen is nothing but a brute, but he is the strongest fighter of the Twins, so I'm sure that he will be involved too." After his speech, Olyvar remained quiet, looking to the ground.

"Thank you Olyvar, I know that it's difficult for you, and I appreciate your loyalty. You know our plans, in fact, you helped us with them, and I will forever be grateful for that. I don't know if this will calm you, but I will try to spare all of the Freys that I can. When we got them, I will do a fair trial, and if they are found guilty, they will be offered the possibility of taking the black." Responded Robb

"I… I thank you, your grace" told Olyvar, barely holding his tears, fearing for the lives of his brother and sister.

"Go to your tent and rest as much as you can, tomorrow we end this and I need you by my side. Can you promise me that?"

"I swear it your grace" he took the dismissal and left the tent.


Her three thousand men started to feel tired due to the forced march of the last days, but in the end, they arrived to the destination. Under the cloak that the night offered, looking at the Stark camp at the other side of the River, they rested for a couple of hours and prepared for battle. After sharpening their swords, they hid their banners and waited for the signal. They didn't wait long If this don't work, we will be pretty fucked.

The She-Bear took air and rallied the men.

"Today we end those who wanted to put us on our kness! Take the rams and follow me! For the North!"

"FOR THE NORTH!"


In less than an hour, when the moon was high, the doors of the West tower of the Crossing opened. Robb took his time before entering with five hundred of his men. They were still crossing the doors, being welcomed by Lothar Frey, when a rider came fast from the other side of the bridge.

"My Lord! My lord! We are under attack, there are thousands of enemies at the east gate!"

Lothar panicked. He wasn't a good battle commander, and his plans were to end the Young Wolf. He didn't expect to have to defend his home for the duration of the war. He swallowed hard and asked, trying to hide his fears.

"How many of our men are in the walls? Which banners have you spotted?"

"They have no banners my Lord, and if their armors show any coat of arms, they're impossible to identify under this moonless night. Only fifty of our archers are in the walls, too few to stop them"

Not knowing what to do, he looked left and right unconsciously, accidentally meeting the eyes of the Young Wolf, who had a calm expression in his face.

"Don't waste any time Lord Lothar, take your men and run to the aid of the east gate. Just hold them for the moment while I send for my men to come into your help, we will outnumber them and send them out." Robb said

He stood confused for a moment and thought. I can't let him bring more men that us if we want to get rid of him. But our home is under attack, what the hell am I supposed to do? If I accept we will need to change the actual plan, but if I refuse he will suspect that something is wrong. Fucking gods…

"My Lord? What are your orders?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"My Lord?"

We will need to change the plan, defending our home is more important. I hope that father agrees with me.

"Very well. Run up and tell all our men to take their weapons and go to the east gate. Tell them that we're under attack and that I, as the only Frey down here, assumed command in the defence of our home."

"How many men do yo-"

"Are you fucking deaf?!" Yelled Lothar, a cocktail of nerves and angriness "Send word to all our men. I want the three thousand men-at-arms under this roof to be armed and ready in the east gate. NOW!"

The poor soldier rushed to the castle and gave the alarm, sending all the Frey men to defend their home from the mysterious invaders.

He looked back to Robb Stark and gave a small nod before running through the bridge.


They took the Freys unprepared. Of the three thousand men that charged to the eastern gate of the castle, less than a hundred were dead in the floor when the rams started hammering the doors. It wasn't that their archers didn't know how to pick a bow, but between the darkness of the night and their shields, almost all the arrows missed their marks or landed where they didn't were useful.

"C'mon men, take down the gate" shouted the intimidating Lady Mormont, her mace and sword waiting for blood.

The doors were almost broken, when the whole Frey army inside the Twins arrived. She could see that now more than four hundred archers were raining fire on his troops.

In a few more thrusts, the ram broke the gates, and the first wave of angry northmen stormed through them, meeting a weak shield wall formed by the Freys.

The clash of both armies was brutal. She knew that there was no honour in actual battle, but both sides fought with a hatred that she hadn't seen since the days of the Rebellion.

She parried a sword aiming to her neck, returning the favour to the soldier in the form of his mace smashing the poor fellow's head. She ducked, parried, hacked and slashed through all the men who were brave or stupid enough to face her. He knew that, if all was going as planned, his King was coming to her aid.

The fighting was getting tough. The men were starting to waver and the initial rush of the first charge was gone. She paused and looked around the battlefield. It was true that the enemy had suffered a lot of casualties, their shield wall proven useless against the charge of her berserkers, but now they were bleeding, her troops were perfect for charging and flanking at the enemy, turning the tides of a battle with a heavy blow, but they weren't good at holding positions or facing a wall of spears and pikes.

We can hold here for an hour, maybe two, but if the King waits more time, we will get slaughtered

She blocked a blow coming for her and counter-attacked, beheading a Frey levy, when some ugly weasel-faced cunt came to her, wielding a classic sword and shield with the twin towers of the Freys emblazoned in it. While he had strong muscles, he wasn't so skilled, being no match for her, who had been fighting wildlings her entire life. He lasted less than two minutes before getting his ribs crushed under a heavy blow of her mace, taking the air out of his lungs, followed by the cold kiss of her sword into the neck.

She looked up, waiting for the next challenger, when the sweet sound of the horns filled the air and a direwolf howled at the wind.

The northern cavalry hit against the rear of the surprised Freys, crushing them. They were the hammer, and her men were the anvil. Before long, more than two thirds of the Freys laid dead or injured upon the bridge, some of their bodies being too crushed to even be recognised. Realising this, the rest of them threw their weapons in surrender.

When the fighting stopped, she advanced forward, meeting the King in the North.

"Lady Maege Mormont, I think that I have never been happier to see you" chuckled Robb, earning a wide laugh of the lady of Bear Island.

"Likewise my king. These bastards put up a good fight at the gates before you came. What took you so long?" answered the tired Lady.

"Well, convincing them wasn't difficult at all. Lothar Frey almost pissed himself when he heard of the attack and rushed with all his men there without thinking a lot about it. The gates were wide open to us, but getting the cavalry into position took more than expected. The Greatjon and Lord Forrester are already securing the Western Tower, where Lord Frey and his remaining offspring are. Tend to your men and rest my Lady, you have earned it. Ser Brynden will secure the prisoners made here"

The She-bear nodded in acknowledgement and did as bid.

Of the three thousand men that crashed the walls of the Twins, five hundred laid dead, most of them due to the arrow fire, and four hundred were injured. Almost one third of the army. They would be more if the cavalry had taken longer.

Looking after the fallen, she came back to the big Frey knight who fought her at the gates. She looked at her left to the Freys who were being taken prisoners.

"Anyone of the lot of you know who the fuck is this one?"

"Hosteen Frey my lady, sixth son of Lord Walder. The ones at his side are his brothers Symond and Danwell."

She smiled and continued her job.


The doors opened, and he entered the room with Grey Wind by his side. He looked at the old man sitting in the chair and felt his expression harden. He was carefully watched by a bloodied Smalljon Umber. He glared at him and started to speak.

"Lord Walder Frey, you, your sons and grandsons are accused of high treason, plotting behind the back of your king and liege lord. You're accused of desertion and ignoring the calls of your liege lord. Your army is dead or imprisoned, as well as your sons who went out to fight. Spare me the time and I may show some mercy to the remains of your offspring."

"You're nothing but an oathbreaker. You spat in my house honor and expected me to lick your boots? You're as naïve as your father, but at least he had the brains to don't marry every whore he fucked. Take my head and be done with it." responded the Frey

At least he didn't try to lie to me. This makes things easier.

He pulled his sword out of the scabbard and rested the tip on the ground.

"I, Robb Stark, King in the North and the Trident and Lord of Winterfell, declare you guilty of the crimes of treachery and desertion. I denounce you and strip you and your sons of all their titles, holds and lands. Your daughter Roslin will wed my uncle Edmure, and should a second son be born of their union, he will be declared as Lord of the Crossing when he comes of age, passing the castle to more loyal hands. Rest well Frey, you will be executed tomorrow after the trial of your remaining sons and grandsons"

When the announcement was done, the hall exploded with cheers from the northmen, with the exception of Walder Frey, who was cursing at the same time that he was being dragged to the dungeons.


This is it guys! I reeeally hope that you liked this chapter, it has been the most difficult chapter that I've writen ATM.

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