A/N: Heya! Just a quick chapter..I feel like I havent updated in so long because i was on vacation! But I hope you like it:D Like I said before; not the best writer, just want to share the story..so if you don't like it, dont read it. (: Thanks for all the reviews! and Reads! Truly amazing, thank you:)

Alys, Arwyn and Roslin walked along side one another toward the outside gardens, chatting away mindlessly, until they were summoned to see their father. Both were accustomed to their father erratically beckoning them, so they took their time.

All three entered the room, Tyta already standing in front of their father. They bowed slowly, Lord Frey hardly looking as if he cared. He was the first to speak.

"A letter has come from Riverrunn…From Robb Stark." Roslin could see Tyta and Alys' face brightening. "Since Lord Stark has taken a wife, he has offered Edmure Tully in his stead and I have agreed.." Lord Frey spoke, bitterness still heard in his voice.

His eyes soon shot to Roslin "You, Roslin...you are to marry Edmure Tully" He said bluntly, his slumped figure hardly moving in his chair.

Roslin's eyebrows furrowed, "But, father.. -" She was quicky cut off by her father's grunt, something she was used to.

"Father, this isn't fair. I should be his wife. I am next in line!" Tyta screamed banging her fist against her father's table.

"Enough about this damn marriage!" Lord Frey bellowed, everyone fell silent, Tyta backed away and shifted back in line with her sisters. "Roslin is marrying him and that is that! I'm still Lord here, you do as I say" His raspy voice filled the room. Tyta's gaze soon fell to the ground in defeat.

"Please-" Roslin's voice pleaded; as she took a step forward in front of her other sisters.

"I will not hear anything of it.."

"But-" Roslin persisted

"Leave us" Lord Frey shooed, and in a few short seconds the girls exited. He moved his eyes back to Roslin, "You'll marry this Edmure Tully." He spat a bit "He's head of House Tully now…he needs a suitable, young wife."

"Alys is more than ready father"

"You were always to be next!" Lord Frey slapped his open hand on his arm rest. "Alys is needed elsewhere. Besides it was you who was to marry Rob Stark.." her father slowly pushed himself off his chair. "Therefore it is you who is going to marry next." He made his way to the fire, Roslin following a few strides behind.

"If this is what the Lord asks of me-"

"Im not asking you, Im tellin." he said harshly, then turned to look at her, causing her to stop abruptly. "Look well these next few weeks, they'll be arriving at the towers by the end of the month" Roslin looked at him, her expression doleful. "Go on now" He flicked his wrist at her. She bowed and fastly left the large room.

Roslin ran to her chambers, not stopping for anyone. A few maids and onlookers stared as she flew by. Finally she fell on her bed, tugging her blankets toward her tear stained cheeks.

Soon light knocking came from her wooden door, "Ros?" Alys' small voice was heard from the other side, she slowly creeked the door open. "Oh Roslin.." Alys walked over to her bed and sat beside her.

Roslin looked up, her eyes shedding a few tears, "I'm sorry Alys, I know you wanted to marry next, but father-" Alys hushed her, "father is a stubborn old man who is set in his ways...you should know better than try and change his mind. It is fine Roslin, he chose you.." Roslin sat up and looked at her sister with sad eyes

"I havent heard anything about this Edmure Tully..." Alys said, rubbing Roslin's disheveled hair.

"what if he is some old grump?" Roslin wiped her tears away, Alys let out a small

laugh.

"What do you mean? Like father?" Alys grinned, Roslin sniggered slapping her sister lightly on the arm "I'm sure if he's part of the Tully house he is just as noble and brave as any man..as for appearance, well I hope he is handsome…for your sake" Alys teased, embracing her sister in a tight hug.

"You must stay here" Robb looked intently on Jeyne, holding her arms tightly.

Jeyne nodded, "It worries me not to be with you"

"I'll be back in less than a month, then we'll be back together" Robb kissed her forehead and hugged her securely. Robb released her and quickly pecked her on the lips before mounting his horse.

"I'll write to you" Robb said, Jeyne nodded before he turned his horse and galloped to the front of his bannermen.

A couple weeks had passed with a great deal of changing for Roslin. Instead of her embrodery classes she was expected to learn how to be a proper lady. To her, it was like learning how to walk, talk, eat and dresss in a whole new way…the only thing that didn't change was the constant support of her sisters…well most of them.

"Are you nervous?" Alys asked Roslin while combing her hair. Roslin just stared at her through the mirror with a dull expression, Alys laughed. "Okay, so you are nervous. But arent you happy you'll leave this retched place?"

"Not if it means leaving you all…and i'll barely know him if we are to be married as soon as possible…" Roslin looked down at her hands, while she amused herself with a dried flower.

"You'll get to know him..." Alys patted her shoulder, followed by a light knock at the door the pair turned around to see a maid come in.

"Your father wishes you both to come to the gates immediately…they are expecting the Starks and Tully's soon." A maid announced, bowing her head before taking her leave.

Roslin shut her eyes and took a deep breath; not quite ready to see her future husband. "Let us go" Alys touched her back, causing her to stand. "you'll be fine" Alys comfotred as she gathered both their robes.

The two walked calmly side by side to the gates; they immediately saw their father and armed forces. They quickly came infront of their father, bowing quickly; he motioned them away but suddenly caught Roslin's wrist. She stopped without delay.

He eyed her over, "Good." He said in a low tone. "You've done well these passed few weeks…don't let me down" He released his grasp

"Yes father" She curtsied timidly prior to taking her place beside her sisters.

Within a few short minutes the gates opened wide, and loud stomping was heard. Then she saw them; a few knights came first, then a couple men behind them, a carriage after that and then finally more soldiers. It took a few moments for them all to rush into the courtyard, but eventually the men at the front dismounted.

Roslin looked at them from afar; trying to figure out which one was her future husband…but it seemed all her eyes could focus on was one man. His head was held high, his posutre strong yet relaxed. He had wavy dark auburn hair, with matching scruff. Their eyes met for a brief moment before she lowered her gaze and curtsied gracefully, along with her sisters.

"Welcome Lord Stark" Lord Frey said, catching Robb's attention. "Trust your trip was pleasant"

"A long journey, but well worth it" Robb shook Roslin's father's hand.

Walder turned Lady Stark who was gradually making her way to them. "Catheryn" He greeted, she bowed her head. "So nice to see you again so soon Walder."

"This is my wife Annara" The woman beside him curtsied, Lord Stark bowed his head. "And these are my daughters…Tyta, Alys, Roslin, Arwyn, and Shirei" Lord Frey introduced one by one, each of his daughters bowing their heads.

Robb gave a small smile to them "Lord rey, may i introduce you to Edmure Tully" Robb turned his body to present a man coming forward. Lord Frey motioned for Roslin, who came to his side. "My daughter, Roslin" Edmure walked up to Roslin and reached for her small hand. Everyone surrounding them was eyeing the pair intently.

Edmure towered over her 5'2 frame, he likely being around 6'. His features were soft, his cheekbones the only thing standing out, his hair was light brown with hints of crimson, a bit of scruff filled his chin and jaw line, and gentle green eyes. He moved his lips to her hand, his eyes connected to hers, she lowered hers slightly; embarrassed. Edmure kissed her hand; he must have felt her hand shaking as he gave her a small grin before straightening up.

"You all must be tired, let us get you settled" Walder's wife piped in quickly, catching the attention of Robb and his Bannerman. The large group began to follow Lord Frey and his wife into the castle. Robb looked back at the pair, as Edmure smirked down at Roslin while she smiled shyly in return, before trailing behind the group.

Roslin tried to walk at a calm pace beside Edmure, but she couldn't. She was stiff as a bone and likely more pale than usually…something her future husband soon noticed.

"I assure you, I'm as nervous as you are Roslin" He spoke softly, Roslin looked up at him. He was giving her a comforting smile, easing her slightly.

"I'm not accustomed to all this…attention." She spoke in a soft tone.

"A beauty like yourself must get plenty, Im sure" Edmure let out a small laugh, admiring his future wife.

"Hardly, my Lord" Roslin turned her gaze ahead, her father and the Stark's walking meters ahead of them.

"Please, If i'm to be your future husband you must call me Edmure" He smiled, a small glint in his eyes as he said 'Husband'.

Roslin was about to answer when Lord Stark turned his head to them. Their eyes met just as they did in the courtyard, but this time she couldn't peel her eyes away. They smiled at eachother, it seemed like a long moment had passed before Edmure spoke again.

She swallowed and straightened her posture, taking sharp breath. "Sorry?" She snapped her gaze back to him

"I was just asking if you would like to go for a walk tomorrow morning" Edmure offered, slightly blushing.

Roslin timidly smiled, "I would like that" Edmure beamed.

The single phrase her father so rashly said played soundlessly through her mind. 'Don't let me down'.

The feast went well, and without much excitement. Her father was trying to be as nice and welcoming as possibly, even though Roslin could tell he was moody and impatient, as usual.

Edmure sat on the opposite side of the long head table; so Roslin had time to sit alone with her stepmother and sisters.

"He isn't at all bad is he?" Alys leaned over the table and stole a look at him.

Roslin shook her head, "No..nothing like I expected"

"And Robb Stark? How handsome and strong is he?" Alys asked rhetorically.

"He was staring at you" Shirei piped in, leaning on the table and looking at Roslin.

Roslin snapped her head to her little sister, "Quiet Shirei, don't speak of things you don't know" Roslin looked around quickly to see if anyone had heard, thankfully no one seemed to notice.

"But he was" Shirei whined, alys slapped her arm, motioning her to hit back in her chair. Shirei sulked, folding her arms.

"I wouldn't mind if the King of the North was staring at me" Alys whispered to Roslin, blocking her other sisters with her shoulder. Roslin looked back to her plate, and then down the table to admire Lord Stark talking with her father.

"You would if you were marrying someone else" Roslin sighed slowly, her eyelids feeling heavy; the long day catching up with her. Yet, she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully tonight.

A/N: Fini! Hope it wasn't horrible! Hopefully a new chapter soon! Please R&R :D Latas xox