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Chapter 1
Walder Frey is the lord of the Crossing and the head of House Frey, a vassal family of House Tully of the Riverlands. As you can tell, he is disappointed by such an opportunity to have one of his daughters be queen.
He allowed Lady Catelyn Stark to make him a promise and deal to borrow his men to fight a war. His daughter would be her son, Robb Stark, the king of the north queen.
He heard that the young pup married some no-name foreign whore over his daughters. Sure, most of his daughters were not of beauty, but that doesn't mean he had some good-looking ones.
He could have offered his daughter Roslin or…
He looked down; next to him was a person kneeling and comforting his hand. Jacquette Frey is one of his granddaughters and his absolute favorite.
Stevron Frey, his firstborn, did something right for a change. This particular person is one of the favorite offspring who is more beautiful than all Riverlands. Her lusciously black hair, porcelain skin, high cheekbones, and kissable lips.
Her mother is a beauty from the Blackwood family who is on the wrong side of the bedsheets. He admits he doesn't know why he allowed his son to marry a bastard to be his second wife, but one look at his new beau. He figures that her blood and good background would make his grandchildren look appeased to look at least.
Though it was hard because of her mother's background, she remained unmarried at 18-year-old.
Her mother only gave birth to her only daughter, then died a few days later.
"I can't believe this." Walder Frey mumbled unhappily.
Jacquette softly calms her grandfather. "Ease your heart. For the Maester says that such excitement can't be good for your heart."
She waved the nurse to come with his drink and medicine.
"Damn my heart!" Her grandfather hissed as he griped his armchair tighter. Yet he obeys her either way.
"Then should we greet our army and male relatives to come home?" She suggested to him. A feast would put him in a better mood, if only for a little while.
Walder gave a dismissive wave and said, "Do what you want. Might as well greet them home."
Jacquette curtsy and left.
'Preparing a feat should cheer our men up. After all, we must know how many had fought and passed on.'
A few days later, at night…
The men cheered, and few male relatives were home though some Walder's sons and grandsons had died.
They began merry and feast though it helped quiet Lord Frey's temper and mood down. Jacquette greeted her father with a kiss on his cheek, "Father."
"Hello, my dear."
She was the apple in her father's eyes.
"I hear that there will be no wedding, father." She whispers to him as she sips the wine.
Her frail older father patted her hand gently. "I'm sorry, my dear. Thou, I can't believe that the Young Wolf would break his vow and marry another."
"Hush, Father. No more talk about political matters, and this is a welcome home matter."
Her father nodded and mumbled apologies.
She's right.
It is time for the family to rekindle their wounded pride.
And by wounded pride, they mean Walder Frey's pride. Jacquette knows that their lord Frey would always see if beggars can't be choosers. The black beauty decided to see her other Frey ladies, aunts, cousins, and nieces.
Fat Walda, Roslin, and Shirei were probably the most tolerable Frey members that she could endure.
They all whispers and giggles as they watch the men get rowdy.
"It's a shame that we could have been the North's queen." Fat Walda said to the girls.
"Yet this young king is arrogant enough to say we aren't worth his time." Roslin expresses her dislike of the king of the north. They all know that nobles married for status and names for their house, and love is foreign for many nobles who married for duty and status.
"Calm down. What's done is done." Jacquette told her aunt and added, "He is nothing more than a coward. And I hear that he took her virtues and felt it is his honor to protect her reputation."
The girls gasp as other women whispers among themselves. Could it be true? Jacquette is well informed about what is happening in the seven kingdoms.
"How could you know?" One of the names that she never bothered to remember.
"Uncle Olyvar. Who else but the king's squire?" Jacquette smirked as they all frequencies that thought of the news.
Of course, how could they forget?
As if they search for him in question. Olyvar is a drunken mess, and his one-time dream to be a knight and serve a king is now in shambles.
Intoxicated as he is who ranted on and on about some bitch who ruined their chances to be in proper royalties and nobilities.
He drinks and drinks, and no doubt he will puke his guts out in the morning. She sighs in disappointment.
'I gave him one job. One job to make sure he talks to the king about his sister or at least one of the eligible girls around here.' She darkens her face behind her goblet.
Before her uncle could leave, Jacquette gave him a simple job.
His job is to keep the king's interest in the Frey girls of his choice.
Now they don't get husbands or lands at all.
Shirei commented, "Who will marry us now?" Shirei is Jacquette's favorite since she became a mother figure for the little girl.
That is a good question.
They don't have many options, and no other house would marry them now. Only members of the girls were lucky enough to marry at all. Except they are sons of knights or stool grooms.
There are not good stances for noble houses like a great house of Arryns, Baratheon's, and now Starks or their bannermen's who were good houses to be wedded off to.
"If anything," Fat Walda depressingly said, "We be old spinners by now."
"If that happens," Roslin inputs herself, "I will make sure that the next match is a race to a finish line."
"Ooh, you mean we had to make ourselves better than each other for our marriage prospect." Jacquette gave a Cheshire smile.
"Why not." Roslin shrugged off. "It shouldn't be surprised since women fought each other all the time as men would fight in a war."
She was about to reply until the sound of a banging cup hit the table.
BANG BANG BANG!
"Frey men, you came back fighting a good fight! But not in securing our positions well!" His stern lecture seems to stab everyone's pride.
"Thou," He thoughtfully said, "I don't blame you oddly. No, no. I blame that whore of his queen! And the king of the north who looked down at us!"
All the men cheered in agreement. Jacquette is not sure what to think about this, but judging by Roslin, Fat Walda, and herself will not like this.
"The boy may have scorned us and shamed our girls here. But once we had an opportunity, we would rise above that blasted boy! We Stand Together!" Walder raised his cup.
"We Stand Together!"
Shirei whispers to the girls. "What does father mean?"
"It means the game has changed." Jacquette firmly answered.
Roslin questioned her, "Changed?"
"As you said, women fought each other all the time as men would fight in a war." Jacquette looked back to the other ladies. "He's going to the wrong side of allies."
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Next Chapter, plans will unfold, including Lannister's secret visits and News of Ships being landed at Dragonstone bearing the sigil of Targaryen.
