Just then, who should walk in but Roose Bolton and Gideon Gleeful. "Hello, Christopher," Gideon said to Chris.

"Hello, Gideon," said Chris. "I guess you heard about me killing your father…"

"Oh, don't worry about it!" Gideon laughed. "I know traitors have to be punished. You said if I gave myself up, nothin' would happen to me, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," said Chris.

"No hard feelin's, then?" Gideon held out his hand and Chris reluctantly shook it.

"I have a gift for you, Chris." Roose Bolton handed Chris a box. "A small token of revenge."

What Chris saw inside nearly made him vomit. "Is that a dick?" he said.

Cleveland Brown Junior looked over Chris's shoulder and saw the severed penis in the box, and he actually did vomit, right on the floor. Mort Goldman and Bob Belcher exchanged a look, and Randy snorted like a bull.

"Why would you give me your penis?" Chris cried.

"It's not mine," Roose explained. "It's Theon Greyjoy's. My son Ramsay cut it off. He has Theon prisoner in our home, the Dreadfort."

"Castrating Theon won't bring my brother Stewie back," Chris said. "I want his head, not his dick."

"He is Balon Greyjoy's only living son," Lord Balon said softly, as if they had forgotten, "and now rightful king of the Iron Islands. A captive king has great value as a hostage."

Chris considered that reluctantly, but in the end he nodded. "Okay. You can keep him alive for now."

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The wedding and the feast that followed it were quite celebratory and lively affairs, with all the participants in high spirits… except for Lois. She was still suspicious.

While the guests ate and drank in the banqueting hall, a band played many familiar songs like "The Bear and the Maiden Fair," "The Dornishman's Wife," "Bag o' Weed," "Freddie Was a Jumper," and other favorites.

Chris had danced with many of Lord Walder's daughters and granddaughters. Lois had trouble keeping track of all their names. Arwen, Ami, Marianne, Walda, Merry, Tyta, Alex, Marrisa, two twins named Serra and Sara, even Walder's youngest daughter, little Shirei, who was only six years old. Lois hoped that would make Lord Walder happy.

"Your grace," Walder called out to Chris, "the septon has prayed his prayers, some words have been said, and Lord Patrick's wrapped my sweetling in a fish cloak, but they are not yet man and wife. A sword needs a sheath, heh, and a wedding needs a bedding!"

Chris raised his hand. "Sure. Go ahead."

A score or more of Walder Frey's sons and grandsons began to bang their cups on the table, shouting, "To bed! To bed! To bed with them!"

Bedding was a Westerosi wedding tradition where the male wedding guests carried the bride and the female guests carried the groom off to bed, to prove that they had consummated their marriage. Now the men and boys in the hall surrounded Roslin and lifted her into the air, while all the Frey women pulled Patrick to his feet and began tugging at his clothing. They were shouting ribald jests at him, while Patrick laughed and joked back, though the music was too loud for Lois to hear anything he was saying. She heard Randy, though. "Give this little bride to me!" he bellowed as he shoved through the other men and threw Roslin over one shoulder. "Look at this little thing! No meat on her at all!"

Lois knew she should join the throng of women around her brother, but she would only ruin their fun. The last thing she felt just now was bawdy. For some reason, her head hurt. She knew it couldn't be a hangover, because she had only had one small glass of wine.

As man and maid were carried from the hall, a trail of clothing behind them, Lois saw that Chris had also remained. And then she saw Walder Rivers closing the banquet hall doors. The musicians in the gallery began playing "The Rains of Castamere."

Lois rushed to Chris. "They're playin' the Lannister song! We have to get out of here now!"

But it was too late. "Attack!" Lord Walder shouted.

The musicians dropped their instruments and picked up crossbows instead. They started shooting any of Chris's men that remained in the hall. One arrow hit Chris in the shoulder! "Chris!" Lois screamed. Something hit her in the back and she fell down.

Cleveland Junior was still in the hall. He picked up a table (he was very strong for his age) and flung it down on top of Chris, to stop any more arrows from hitting him. Mort Goldman was ringed by Freys, their daggers rising and falling. Bob Belcher rose ponderously to his feet, holding a leg of lamb. An arrow went in his open mouth and came out the back of his neck. Ser Hosteen Frey cut down Cleveland Junior. His stepsister Roberta tried to make a run for it. She made it to the door, but then the door opened and a bunch of Bolton men came in. One of them planted an axe in Roberta's stomach.

Lois spotted a knife lying on the floor. She scooped it up and crawled over to Walder Frey's wife Joyeuse. She pressed the knife against the girl's throat. "Lord Walder!" she called out. "Stop this attack!"

Walder refused. "Your son promised to marry my daughter, and then he broke his word."

"You can keep me as a hostage," Lois said desperately, "but let Chris leave. Please!"

"Why should I agree to such terms?"

"Because if ya don't, I'll kill your wife!"

Walder chuckled and nonchalantly responded, "I'll find another."

Chris climbed out from under the table Cleveland Junior had thrown on him. "Mom," he uttered.

Roose Bolton came up behind him and grabbed his flabby arms. Gideon approached Chris with a knife and stabbed him in the heart, whispering "The Lannisters send their regards." Chris maintained eye contact with Lois as he crashed to the floor.

Mad with grief at the death of her firstborn son, Lois slit the throat of Walder's wife. Now catatonic, she just stood there, awaiting her fate. "It hurts so much," she thought. "I've lost everyone. Pee-tah… Chris… Stewie… an' Meg… I'll never see her again. There are things I didn't tell her, and so much I have to say…"

Her thoughts were interrupted when Walder Rivers slipped up behind her and cut her throat, just as Lois had done to Joyeuse.