Day 10
"Ah, so ya finally got around to me!" Walder Frey declared as he looked at the Spirit of Christmas Past. "Come to show me times of my youth, when I was fancy free and full of joy? Heh… I'm that way now, in my opinion! There ain't nothing wrong with how I live… nothing wrong with one being careful with their coppers and their coins! Have ya seen how many mouths I have to feed? I've fielded an army from my balls only there ain't any more good wars to send them off to! So they all stay here, eating my food and drinking my wine! If I were open handed with them all I wouldn't have a castle left because I'd have to sell off all parts of the Twins, brick by brick, in order to pay for their meals. And they'd still want more!"
Walder Frey wiggled a finger at the Spirit who remained hovering in the doorway.
"You want to talk about selfishness? Have you seen some of my kin? Always grasping and grabbing at what I have, that's what they do! Needy buggers, the whole lot of them! And then there are my neighbors!" He spat on the ground. "Let's talk about the Tullys, shall we? I didn't want to rebel against the Targaryens! I was doing just fine with how things were. Then that damn Stark boy gets himself killed being stupid and we're in a war! My lot might be dumb but they aren't as dumb as him! And he's honored but not me and mine? And why should I have ta fight! If Old Holster wants a war he can have it… why does he have to demand my people die so he gets the fame and glory! 'Late' Walder Frey! More like 'Shit For Brains' Holster Tully!"
The old man slowly got out of his bed and pulled on a robe.
"Well, let's not daudle."
"Actually I was looking for Roslin Frey's room."
Walder blinked at that.
"Down the hall, first right."
"Thanks."
Walder glowered at the ghost faded away. "What, I ain't good enough for ya? I am so good enough for ya! Get back here ghost!"