Undyne sat down in the training yard of Casterly Rock, feeling bad about herself. Daven had told her to be gentle with his sisters, and she made them cry.

"SO HOW DID THE MEETING GO?", a voice said behind her. It was her friend and squire Papyrus. He sat down next to her.

Undyne shook her head sadly. "It went terribly. We were talking about politics, and I tried defending the Starks, and it turns out a Stark killed their father. How was I supposed to know that?!"

Papyrus was quiet for a moment, contemplating what to say next.

"DID YOUR COOL HUSBAND TELL YOU?"

Undyne grimaced. "No! Well, not really. He told me his father father was dead, but not how. Why would he leave that out?!"

"MAYBE HE DIDN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT MORE THAN HE HAS TO?"

"Oh", Undyne remembered that Papyrus also lost his father. Wisdom W.D. Gaster was not murdered, but his death still stung for his children. It's part of why Sans seems to have given up on life, and why both of the Gaster boys moved to Snowdin.

Moreover, Undyne realized she would be devastated if anything happened to her father. Asgore took her in when she had nobody else and taught her to be a warrior. Imagining him as dust in an urn was simply too much to bare.

"You know, you're smarter than most think."

Papyrus shone at this compliment. "OF COURSE I AM! I'M THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"

Undyne smiled; even if her friend was somewhat self-obsessed she still liked having him around.

"So what were you up to today?" Undyne wanted to make sure Papyrus was doing well here. Anyone who tried bullying him would have to answer to her blue spears.

Fortunately that was not a concern, as Papyrus had good news to present. "I MADE ANOTHER FRIEND!"

Undyne wasn't surprised. Papyrus was well-liked in his community, even if he thought himself unpopular. "Already?"

"YEAH! HIS NAME IS ROBERT BRAX! HE'S A PAGE!"

Undyne smiled and thought of the Page in Ebott Keep, a small monster boy named Kid. Kid was born without arms, but Alphys built him some out of metal.

Undyne's smile disappeared.

"UNDYNE! WHAT'S WRONG? OH WAIT, I REMEMBER! YOU'RE UPSET BECAUSE YOU FLUBBED YOUR INTRODUCTION TO YOUR HUSBAND'S COOL FAMILY."

Undyne nodded. "Yep, that's it." Well, that was one of the problems on her mind ...

"Well", she heard Davon's voice and turned around to look at him, "that could have gone better."

Undyne sighed. "I messed it up, didn't I?"

Her husband sat down next to her. "No, it's my fault. I should have told you."

"No, I should have asked."

Papyrus commented. "SO YOU'RE BOTH WRONG?"

Daven looked at that. "Hey Papyrus, do you think you can cook some spaghetti to cheer Undyne up?"

Papyrus ran off to the kitchen to begin preparing it.

Undyne smiled. "You know you're going to have to eat it when he gets back."

"Yes, but now we have some privacy to talk."

When Undyne looked at her husband, he smiled at her.

"So how badly does your family hate me now?"

Daven kept smiling. "They don't hate you. I talked to mother and smoothed things over. My sisters are still upset, but they'll feel better soon too."

Undyne was quiet. But after a pause she had a question for her husband. "Daven, what happened to your father?"

Daven grimaced and exhaled before speaking. "When the war began my uncle, Lord Paramount Tywin Lannister, raised up most of the trained warriors and lead them to fight for The Iron Throne in the Riverlands and the Crownlands. He wanted more soldiers, so he tasked my father Ser Stafford Lannister with mustering and training an army. This army was to be trained in Oxcross, in the heart of the Westerlands, with several castles and garrisons between them and the Starks. That was the plan at least. Instead, Robb Stark and his army managed to sneak past those castles and attack the Oxcross Army unprepared. The soldiers in that army were almost entirely green boys who had never seen a battle before, so most of them were killed to a man. From the reports I received, my own father was ... was killed by Rickard Karstark with a lance."

Undyne sat silently during this explanation, shocked by it. "Oh ..."

Daven continued. "My father wasn't a great warrior or a professional commander, he was a steward. After he gained his knighthood he didn't hone his fighting skills because he didn't want to be a military leader. He just wanted to spend time with his family."

Daven's Monster Wife smiled. "Your father sounds like a big-hearted wimp. I wish I could have met him ..."

Daven nodded. "I'm sure he would have liked you."