A/N: So I got this idea from a video on youtube. I can't find it right now or I'd put a link to it in here, but it was a video of if Robb married the Frey girl after the war. I just changed it to before the war was over, but I'll see where it takes me. I love my Starks, you know. But if you find the video you'll know. Whoever they chose to be Walder Frey's daughter looks like Belle in this.

"Wake up, wake up." Jane shook her sister awake. She was a rather plain girl, with dark, curly, untamed hair and light skin. Nothing like the girl she was shaking awake.

"What is it, Jane?" Belle asked, groggily. "It is very early."

"Father is calling all his daughters to be seen by Lady Stark. One of us will marry her son."

"Have fun with that. Rosalyn should probably go. She is nineteen."

"Yeah, and you're not that much younger."

"Yet you are still older than me. Shouldn't the elders be married before the younger?" Belle rolled back over.

"It's a chance to get out of the Twins." Jane mentioned.

Belle sighed before sitting up. "How much time until we have to be pretty?"

"Half an hour."

"That's enough time." Belle said as she untied her golden hair from a braid as she got out of bed.

"For you." Jane replied. "Girls like me need more."

A maid came in then with clothes picked out for the girls. It was no surprise that Bella was given a light blue satin dress to wear, and Jane given the much plainer, tan dress. Bella was sure the more beautiful dresses would be given to the more beautiful daughters. Walder Frey was stacking his cards. She knew what the girl who would be chosen would be told. She could almost feel her father's hand grabbing her upper arm and hissing in her ear.

"Make him happy." He would say to the girl. "If you don't, he won't be the only one you should fear."

Belle was torn between the feelings of terror of what she would have to face outside the walls and the terror she would, (and have) faced inside the walls of this castle. Which could be worse? Of course she didn't know the Stark boy, but they were said to be honorable, weren't they? She had learned years ago she could protect herself, even if it was against an older man.

The maid dressed Belle first, and then left her to use dyes to make herself more beautiful and do her own hair.

Belle was a very pretty girl, with hair the color of the sun that fell to her hips. Large grey eyes that showed whatever emotion she felt. High cheekbones and full lips, her eyebrows were much darker than her hair, and gave her a look like she was not to be messed with. As she looked in the mirror, she almost looked like she was challenging herself as she painted on her face. Charcoal around her eyes, and pink on her cheeks. She had a full figure with wide hips and full breasts. A good body for bearing children. Or so everyone said.

Instead of doing something with her own hair, she did Jane's hair in intricate braids in a wheel on the back of her head.

"Are you trying to give me a better chance of getting out of here?" Jane asked her.

"If either of us were to be chosen, we would get the other to follow after the war, would we not?" Belle asked softly. "I know I would send for you."

"As I would for you. I am sure you would marry a beautiful Lord." Jane told her sister. "You would rule over him, and he may even let you continue your work with your healing potions."

"It's medicine, Jane, not potions."

"Well, they work like magic for me." Jane replied, smiling at her younger sister through the mirror.

"Don't cry witchcraft, I may be killed for it." Belle smiled slightly. "No one would want that."

"Mostly before you are even seen by the Stark family." Jane said. "You at least need to have a chance to see if you will be a lady of the North."

"Like you don't have a chance?" Bella did love her sister very much. She wanted this for her sister. She would be a good wife. She was sweet and nice and would be a good wife. She wasn't very opinionated, and she was rather quiet. She was funny and the perfect big sister to Belle as she grew up, especially since she grew up without a mother. She deserved a life where everything would be handed to her on a silver platter.

Just as Bella put the last pin in Jane's hair, the maid came in and told them they needed to go downstairs. The sisters linked their arms together as they ventured down the stairs, being joined by Rosalyn, and then Shannon, and then Grace.

In Bella's opinion, Grace was too young to be married at thirteen. She just was not as good at hiding the fact that she got her moon blood as the other sisters there had been. The others were able to hide it until they were fourteen or fifteen, but they were also less innocent than Grace. Less gullible.

Grace was a cute girl, but that's exactly what she was; a girl. With round cheeks and a girl's body. She matured the slowest with body and mind. She was sweet though, and looked similar to Jane in looks. She was naïve, but in a way that made everyone want to protect her, no matter how hard she made it to.

The sisters went to the great hall to be overlooked by the Lady of Winterfell. Small whispers of luck between the sisters, and comforting squeezes on their arms before they walked in. They had to get along to live in this castle. They had to have some sort of support system; they all knew they would be married off to anyone and everyone with a status, and they knew they would need each other to be able to live with that.

The girls stood in order of oldest to youngest. Rosalyn was the oldest at nineteen, then Jane at eighteen, Belle at seventeen, and Grace at thirteen. They curtsied to Lady Stark, who stood next to their father. She was young in comparison to their father, but much older than them. She had auburn hair and the fierce blue Tully eyes. A part of her would always be a Tully, not a Stark, and that could be seen by Belle.

"Robb Stark will be marrying one of you." Walder Frey told one of his daughters, which of course, they had already heard. They just didn't know why, and they were sure they would find out pretty quickly why a Stark would sink so low as to marry a Frey.

Lady Stark looked over the girls, walking in front of them as she did so, she paused in front of Grace. "How old are you?"

"Thirteen, my lady." Grace told her.

Catelyn nodded, before turning to Walder Frey. "She is much too young, don't you think?"

Lord Frey looked at his daughter. "Go back to whatever you were doing before you were called here."

Grace bowed before quickly leaving.

Catelyn looked over Belle next. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen, my lady." Belle told her.

"Fertile?"

"I do not know, no one has ever tried to fertilize me before." Belle said before she could stop herself. She knew she couldn't look at her father after she said that, but she did feel his gaze burning holes into her.

Catelyn Stark looked as if she wanted to smile for a moment before she moved on to Jane. Asking her some question Belle didn't listen to, and Jane replying politely as possible, like she was trying to make up for Belle's mannerless response. She moved onto Rosalyn, who answered much like Jane, but kept her eyes downcast.

The girls were told to leave, then, and they all went to Jane and Belle's room to talk.

"What do you think they need from us?" Rosalyn asked.

"Well, this family has one thing, the bridge." Jane said.

Belle nodded. "That would make sense. But do you really think we is going to marry one of us?" She leaned in closer to her sisters as she said the next part. "We aren't exactly from a well respected house. Not with Father being who he is."

"Doesn't matter. One of us three will no longer be a Frey after the wedding." Jane said. "Then we will be respected."

"And hide our heritage?" Rosalyn asked. "Belle is the only one that is different from the rest of us. No dark hair. She could convince someone that she isn't one of us."

"It is a toss up of who this lordling will choose." Jane said.

"It's not going to be me." Belle said. "No man wants an uncontrollable wife."

"Then behave when he sees you." Jane said. "You have a chance."

"I do not lie. I am who I am, and if I only show it later, who knows if I will be beaten for it."

"I am sure not all men are beasts as you think they are." Jane said.

"You are wrong." Belle replied. "One in one hundred are honorable, and the ones they say are most honorable are usually the beasts we need protecting from."

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The next morning, they stood before the lord. He was rather beautiful, and had Tully coloring. He stood tall above Rosalyn and Belle. The only two who Lady Stark had approved of. The only one who looked directly at him was Belle, Rosalyn kept looking away when he looked at them. Belle held his gaze, almost like she was challenging him. She was never one to look away first.

"What is your name?" Robb asked Belle.

"Belle." She told him.

"Not a wonder her name means beauty." Walder Frey said from the back of the room. He seemed completely at ease. "She looks like her mother."

"And where is your mother?" He spoke directly to Belle.

"Dead." She said simply. "Both of our mothers are, otherwise my father's wife would be much older, don't you think?"

"Belle." Walder Frey said, his voice dangerously low. She knew she would probably be punished for this. She would deal with that when it came.

But Robb seemed rather impressed at her outspokenness. "How old are you?" He asked her.

"Sixteen, my lord." Belle said.

"Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" He asked her.

Belle first looked at her father, for some sort of sign of what she should do. He just nodded.

"Yes." She said. "Yes, I would."

"It is settled then." Lord Frey said, standing. "There will be a wedding tonight. I'd like to have her wedded and bedded by morning."

Belle closed her eyes. No one smart would want an insolent wife.