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A/N: I know that today the chapter is a little bit smaller than the last one, but if I didn't stop the chapter there it would be a lot bigger and it would take more time to update…

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The Twins – 299 AC

As they wait for the wooden doors of the Twins to let them in Robb lets his eyes roam Visenya's choice of clothing, a burned red fur dress with a high collar and slits on the sides of her legs that went as high as her hipbone with tight tan breeches beneath it and on top of her shoulders was the cloak that he had given her after he had appreciated his own on her shoulders three days ago, he is sure that him giving her a cloak that resembled his was one of the reasons Theon had said what he had.

She looks like a princess and from the way she is standing it is very clear that she is not someone to be trifled with, tough he is a little unsure about the way she isn't wearing any armor, or doesn't seem to be carrying any weapon, she had told him that it was one thing for the King in the North to not let go of his longsword another for her.

As the doors open he can see that she wants to wriggle her hands, a nervous gesture he had seen her do, one that she isn't able to contain most of the time. Without hesitation he takes one of her hands in his and her wide purple eyes lock on his blue ones. Never breaking eye contact he presses a kiss to her fingers and he can see the tension leaving her body and unconsciously she steps closer to him.

"Walder Frey will still be with the impression that he has control over his house and that notion is as dangerous as it is favorable to us, you understand that, right?" he nods now understanding that some of her worry was about his well-being, if he is injured somewhere it was deemed secure by House Martell the northerners would want to break the alliance, claiming they were trying to get rid of him. Though he can see that while that is in her mind, she is truly worried about his safety.

His hand moves to her cheek caressing it "Yes and the same could happen to you," he reminds her and he knows she wants to roll her eyes at the notion, thinking she is not of import, but he couldn't even think about a hair on her head being in any peril.

As the door opens fully he drops his hand from face but for both their piece of mind he offers her his arm and she doesn't hesitate in gripping it. Frey soldiers greet them, he is slightly surprised that he cannot know if they are their men or if the two men standing in front of them belong to Lord Frey. The taller of the two step closer to them and he is quick in putting his body slightly in front of Visenya's, the soldier clearly narrows his eyes at the movement.

Visenya's grip on his arm tightens and he looks at her from the corner of his eye "That is Lord Mors Manwoody" she murmurs only for his ears to hear. He is appeased to know that he is on their side but it doesn't make him move away. The two soldiers tell them to follow and they do so.

Robb is not in the least surprised to see that the Freys were ready to hold a siege, there were grains and meat being stocked, many people wandering around. Visenya seemed to be looking at each person they passed by, though her face broke nothing he hopes that she is seeing familiar faces.

They stop in front of another set of heavy wooden doors and Robb thinks that it must be something that Walder thinks makes him look grander or perhaps he thinks it is safer to have such huge doors, though he is sure the latter was not the reason for such door. Once the doors open they are led into a badly lit room, panels of wood filling the walls, rows of tables pushed to the sides and Robb knows that they must require so many tables because of his large quantity of sons and daughters.

Walder Frey is sitting on his high chair, a chalice of wine on his hand and Robb thinks he might have wished it was a scepter as the image he clearly wants to portray is that he is a King all but in title, whereas he, Robb, a King in title was coming to beg a favor to him. It is Visenya's pressing fingers in his arm that stop him from fully glaring at the man, that very task becomes more impossible as the dirty old man settle his eyes on Visenya.

Robb knows how the man always takes a new wife, wives that he was old enough to be their great-great father and his eyes on Visenya are a sure sign that he is thinking about having her as a new wife. Robb tightens his jaw at the notion, he isn't sure what he is angriest about, Walder Frey thinking that they would offer her hand in marriage to him or one of his sons or over the mere idea of Visenya marring to another man.

They stop in front of the older man, Robb only offers him a nod and Visenya curtsies to the old man whose eyes follow the way she slightly bends, intent on taking a peek of her cleavage, but finds only cloth. Robb takes a step closer to the woman beside him and tilts his chin in defiance and Visenya tries to calm him by placing back her hand on his arm and Robb can't help but think of all the times he had seen his mother doing this simple gesture with his father, something pleasant drums into his bloodstream at the mirror image in his mind.

"Lord Frey we have come to request-" Visenya begins only to be cut out by the lord of the house "Yes, yes, you want safe passage through the Twins" his hand moves dismissively and Robb feels her discontent when she tightens her hand on his arm. "My question is: what I will get out of it?"

Robb narrows his eyes at the beady eyed man "We are prepared to have a member of your house as one of my esquires and when Queen Daenerys arrives she will house another."

Walder Frey laughs and when he stops his eyes are narrowed and angry "You Starks" he spits Robb's name and Visenya takes a step closer to the man over it and it's his time to restrain her, warmth floods him with her reaction it almost seemed as if she was reacting at someone saying something badly about her own name "have always treated me with contempt, never gracing my halls, demonstrating your ill thoughts towards my family!" Walder gets up from his chair his beady eyes settling on Visenya "you Martells are no better, calling yourself princes and princesses, thinking you are all above us. Especially your father-"

"You may wish to control your tongue, milord." Visenya's voice is the iciest he had ever heard and he can't help the shiver that runs through him, but the other man doesn't heed her warning, thinking he had the upper hand in this game.

"I think not. You father is the worst of your kind thinking himself infallible and very much above all rules, you must think like him especially being his only true born, but there are rules here, which you will abide, you want passage you will pay for it." He wets his lips looking like the cat that got the canary, thinking he has all the pieces to the game of cyvasse "We will join families, Starks and Freys, Martells and Freys."

From the way he is looking at Visenya it is clear to whom he plans to marry her off to. Her whole body is tense, her face icy and eyes hard, her hands gripping tightly on his arm and he doesn't know who she is stopping from strangling the man him or her.

"You don't understand, we are not here to negotiate, that was our only offer." Robb finds his voice to answer, though it is more of a growl than anything else.

Walder smirks at him "Your army cannot breach the Twins and the two of you cannot escape." Robb sees some of the Frey soldiers taking a step closer to where they are and Visenya's smirk is dangerous.

"You are wrong in both allegations" she informs him in that blizzard voice and as if she had given a command to the man called Mors, the heir to Kingsgrave, as he comes to stand behind her "we have means of escaping because your stronghold has already been breached, Lord Frey." The older man laughs unbelieving, spit falling from his lips, he looks maniacal and had he had violet eyes and white hair Robb could imagine him being Aerys Targaryen, the Mad King. When his soldiers start to drop at their feet and others start to take off their helmets, revealing black hairs, bronze and tanned skin his face starts to get red in anger, his laughter ceases from echoing.

"His family is locked on two rooms; windows are being watched as well as the doors" Mors speaks coming to stand by Visenya's side, "his army has been reduced to four hundred men all of which have bent the knee to us." Visenya turns to him, smiling gleefully at her childhood friend "The castle is ours."

"They never expected it, dear sister" Visenya hears the low timber of her oldest sister, Obara and she is quick in turning on her feet towards her sister, she can feel her body relax in seeing her sister, hands crossed over her chest, a smirk on her features and dark eyes so sure of herself. Then her purple eyes goes to the woman standing next to Obara and more tension leaving her, Nymeria has her black hair in a ponytail, eyes painted, feral smirk on her tinted red lips and is lazily twirling a dagger in her hand.

Visenya looks at Mors "Take Walder Frey to the cells" she orders without baiting a lash but turns to look as her soldiers grab the old man "if I wanted to Lord Frey your house would be no more, your name would die and fade away from history. No one would remember your house but they will always remember my house and our words, unbowed" she takes a step closer to the man "unbent" and another step "unbroken" she hissed to him, she chances a look over her shoulder to Robb and turns back to the old man "you should have heeded to those words and King Robb's own words before siding with the Lannisters." With a nod of her head her soldiers take the old man shouting curses to the cells, the words that fall from Walder's lips only makes her smile.

"I was ready to kill him when he started to speak about father" Nymeria chirps from behind Visenya, who nods knowing that her sister was speaking the truth and in the end she shared her sister's feelings. She had been gripping Robb's arm so tightly so that she couldn't reach to her hidden dagger.

Robb feels lighter as she comes back towards his side, her hand finding his arm again "Robb, these are my elder sisters, Obara and Nymeria." He smiles to them, liking the way that Visenya called him by his name, as he had been trying to make her do, but she would only indulge him when they were alone and most of that time they didn't spend talking to each other.

"It is a pleasure, your majesty" the one with a perpetual frown on her brows says to him in a flat voice and there is no mistaking her, she is certainly the eldest of all the Snakes, Obara Sand.

Her eyes miss nothing, going from her sister's body as if assuring herself that her sister was fine, to Visenya's hand on his arm and then he is being assessed by her. Something tells him that if he had found that Visenya was an accomplished fighter he would be surprised with Obara. Her posture is of a commander, of a well-worn soldier, someone who was most comfortable in battles than out of them.

"There is much to discuss" she informs them in a low timber and Visenya nods hearing a command and without much preamble Obara starts to lead them through corridors inside the Twins. Nymeria slows her steps so that she is standing by his side, he looks at her from the corner of his eyes.

"It is amazing what sort of information we can find when they think they are safe inside their home." The second oldest tells him conversationally and he wants to wince, his lords had said to him that it felt as if they were going to break faith, but from what Walder had spoken about he was more than ready to break that tradition for personal gain. In the end Robb found that he was as well, but he could sleep sound at night knowing that upon entering the Twins, Walder never offered him his hospitality and so there was no guest right. He only nods at her, something telling him that she is testing him, that she is looking for his ever tell, for what he is not sure. It is then that he realizes that Visenya is not by his side.

He looks over his shoulder to find her talking to a tall, dark haired man, he wears little armor and from what Robb can see he speaks quite easily with Visenya. He is taken away from the image of the two by Nymeria "That is Perros Blackmont." She informs him with a deadly smirk in her lips and somewhat satisfied that she got anything out of him she goes back to stand beside her older sister, leaving Robb to hear Visenya's conversation.

"Lady Larra permitted you to come" she states and he turns slightly to see the young man nodding – almost excitedly, but still with a grave tension on his shoulders showing that he understood what this actually was, Robb turns back to stare ahead. "Was Jynessa too mad that she wasn't the one to come?"

Perros chuckles warmly "A little" Robb imagines that Visenya stares him down for a few seconds before he laughs "she was very mad. Yet I think your father's reasoning might have soften whatever blown she thought she had been given."

"Father being sensible?" she asks with mirth, though Robb can hear the longing in her voice, he thinks Perros must hear it as well as they stay in silence for a little while, that is until she breaks it "How is he?"

"A little more impatient, though Ellaria seems to be doing a good job in keeping him in check" Perros begins and Robb turns a little to see the fond smile on Visenya's lips "when she can't help him, scaring the soldiers seems to almost do the trick. It is plain to see that he is worried and Doran is preoccupied with that, knowing that your father can snap at any moment and march without being the right time."

"Do you think he will?" there is a tremor in her voice.

Perros must have answered silently as the silence stretches around the small group, they reach Obara's destination he notices is a room with a big wooden table with many papers scattered, when he takes a step inside he feels Visenya and Perros stopping before going in.

"There is something that worries me more than Oberyn doing something brash" tension takes over her body and Perros continues quickly knowing that it was better than letting her mind wonder about it "Arianne." Visenya hisses at the mention of the name but before she can ask him anything she hears Obara calling for them.

Obara permits Robb to seat at the head of the table, in a show of respect and Visenya immediately goes to sit by his right side and he can see the way her sisters watch her like hawks, but she seems to not care. Perros takes a seat beside her, Obara and Nymeria seating in front of their sister and then he is introduced to Cletus Yronwood who takes a seat beside Nymeria then he nods to Bors Toland as he enters the room going to seat beside Perros.

"We will go straight to the point" Obara says without fanfare, she drops two letters on the table and indicates for him to pick it up "This is evidence of Walder Frey conspiring with Tywin Lannister, it is clear he was to hand you over" her eyes bore into his "for Tywin to help him become the Lord of the Riverlands."

He feels his blood boiling at the news and as he reads it he cannot help but become more and more agitated, they weren't lying to him, though some of the papers were slightly burned at the edges as if Walder had tried to rid himself of incriminating papers, it was written there the agreement.

"It isn't everything" Nymeria tells him and he sees Visenya tensing by his side, he looks towards her and she raises her hand silencing her sister, there is something that quickly appears and then disappears in her sister's eyes at her interruption.

"I believe we should discuss this with King Robb's advisors," she informs her sisters and then turns to him "I do not want whatever my sisters found to be questioned later on." Cletus Yronwood snorts and Visenya's eyes turn icy, her eyes narrowing slightly and noticing something that Robb is clearly missing.

"I thought it would take more than a few minutes for you to get angry." Mors Manwoody comments as he closes the door behind him, when Visenya's stare turn to him, he bows and Robb is sure that the man is loyal to Visenya and her alone, something for him to remember. Her posture visibly relaxes as he comes further into the room. He puts his hands behind his back and it is clear to see that he is a military man through and through "Walder is on his cells and I have separated Lord Stevron from his siblings."

"Why?" Cletus asks slightly irritated by how much leeway the princess and the Sand Snakes gives him.

"With the treason committed by his father, Lord Stevron is the heir to the Twins and we will give him the chance to right his father's wrongs" Visenya answers with a bored voice, earning the narrowed eyes from the nobleman that had asked the question. She turns back to Mors her head inclining to the side and he gives her a nod.

"The Twins are opened, but the northern army still hasn't moved."

She turns back to him, her visage becoming lighter with a smile she offers him "Let's welcome them, your grace?" He nods and as he stands up he doesn't miss the chance to offer her his arm. Mors leads the way out and he can feel every occupant's of the room eyes on them, but Visenya doesn't seem to care so he will not preoccupy himself with it.

As they walk to the front of the Twins he notices that Mors is always on the eye for anything unusual and often times he turns only to reassure himself that Visenya is safely behind him. He is reminded of Losso's own type of protection, walking beside her and often times standing closely behind her.

The cross the bridge and they are both quick to call to their companions, knowing that if both animals came the army would follow.

It takes some time but soon, both Grey Wind and Aegion are running towards them, Robb and Theon closely behind. Robb sees the stupid relieved grin on his brother's face even Theon seems to be containing his own relief at finding him alright. Right then, his resolve of fighting for his family is filled with hope of making it happen.

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Somewhere in the Riverlands – 299 AC

The wind feels refreshing blowing against her, the quietness of the forest comes with each step she takes and it is obvious the other animals know she is the predator in these woods as they are hiding. She can feel the others coming with her, her cousins, following her lead, not wanting to be left behind as she runs.

It is freeing her life, there is nothing holding her back, but she longs, she longs for warmth.

She sees a prey trying to escape from her and she makes her legs run faster until she is close enough to jump and close her jaw into its neck. Blood flows through her mouth, warm and metallic. When she feels the life leaving the creature she drops it on the forest floor.

She howls and hears her cousins doing the same.

Grey eyes open with a heaving chest, the taste of blood on her tongue and warmth of not feeling alone.

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Dorne – 299 AC

Arianne glares at her father and uncle, she doesn't care that they see how angry she is at them. She knows her father had been keeping her uncle away from him, so she was a little surprised when her father called for their impromptu meeting. Her anger will not be squashed even if her father clearly wanted to make them talk.

Doran keeps his face stoic not rising to his daughters antics, he had lost count at how many times his daughter had come before him demanding they let her go take charge of the army as she is the heir to House Martell and should be her there with their army.

Oberyn roll his eyes, controlling his anger and reminding himself that he has eight daughters and that they had made him immune to temper tantrums and he likes to think that his daughters tantrums were slightly more dangerous compared to his niece's. "She is every bit of a Martell as you are, dear niece" he reminds her knowing fully well why she was glaring at them, putting a grape into his mouth not caring in the slightest that she is glaring daggers towards him.

"I know that, but I am the heiress and it is my job to be leading our army" she tells them again, Doran continues to sit impassively, Oberyn continues to pop grapes and sip from his wine from time to time, Arianne can feel her temper raising at their way of acting, her mind whispers that they probably didn't act like that around her purple eyed cousin.

Visenya had always had the ability of earning others affections; she never had had to learn to seduce anyone, to use all of her womanly attributes to make men bow to her, Visenya needed only to jut her chin and narrow her pretty purple eyes and all stood in attention, wondering what the hot blood of Oberyn running in her veins would make her do. Arianne had heard more than once, had her cousin been born with platinum hair they would say she was Visenya Targaryen reborn which was only confirmed when they saw her fight.

Oberyn had always kept his daughter away from King's Landing and out of King Robert's eyes and he was for certain scared that the fat king would be reminded of Rhaegar and Elia's daughter Rhaenys when looking at Visenya. Arianne always thought that her cousin was more dragon than dornish, but as they grew she made a good job into maintaining both her heritages. But now, it had gone too far, now Visenya had over-stepped.

"Visenya is there not only for us, she is also speaking in the behalf of Daenerys Targaryen." Oberyn reminds her, when he sees his niece opening up her mouth to complain that they had acted behind her back while they were in Water Garden and she was in Sunspear "she has Valyrian blood something which she could use in her favor with the Targaryens" Oberyn puts his glass down to lock eyes to his niece "if you were there Tywin Lannister could say with propriety that the Martells are rebelling from the crown."

"She is your true born" she says to him, reminding them of the fall in their plan, she doesn't care that her cousin has distant relation with the Targaryens and that she has Valyrian blood from her mother's side, this type of mission should be given to the heir of the house, that by dornish law it is her right. Her uncle eyes turn a shade darker and icy, the grip he has on his wine cup tightening and she knows he is barely controlling the anger he has directed at her for making Tyene go hidden with Obara and Nymeria, he smiles with such iciness that it reminds her of his moniker: The Red Viper.

"No one believes me to have control over my daughters" he says with a shrug, releasing the tenseness around his shoulders, he puts down his wine cup and then calmly walks towards her putting his hand on her shoulders "Visenya is not trying to usurp your place nor are we keeping you out of what is happening."

Doran sees that his daughter calms slightly at her uncle's words, he doesn't understand his daughter sometimes, she wants to sit in his place but she seems more interested with the title than what it entails "Your uncle speaks the truth" he promises her calmly, she turns her dark eyes to him wanting him to tell her more, to put her at more ease "with everything that is happening in Kings Landing we need to be more careful, your cousins will have to wait until we can join them, especially now that the Tyrells sent Loras and Margaery to Kings Landing."

"You are preoccupied with Highgarden, father?" she asks taking a seat when her uncle releases her, Oberyn takes back his place, she looks at the brothers both their face serious, she knows that they are doing everything very carefully, but being kept out of their plans make her blood boils and she wants them to understand that it is better for them to keep her on the loop.

"I would be a fool not to be" he tells her "they want Margaery married to a King. With Renly killed they will try to put her with Joffrey, cementing their allegiance to the Lannisters." He shakes his head not liking that outcome; the Tyrells have food supply, a strong army and navy fleet, they are a strong ally to have at anyone's side and the rose house knows this.

"Why not speak with Lady Olenna and tell her our plans?" she asks them, Oberyn frowns at her words, and her father motions with his head for her to continue. "They stood with the Targaryens, they lost people in the battles, if they know that we oppose to Stannis and Joffrey they might want to come to our cause."

"The Tyrells have no love for our House" Doran reminds her, he knows his brother roll his eyes at that, while he and Willas did not have any bad blood between them, the Tyrells thought that their perfect heir had been taken from them by Oberyn.

"Nor the Starks towards Targaryens, but Robb Stark has agreed on supporting Daenerys, our army is there proof of that." Arianne retaliates and sees the ghost of a proud smile in her father's lips, making her heart soar in delight.

"Then what do you suggest we do? If we tell Olenna that and she thinks she is better off with the Lannisters we would have told them our hand" her father argues and she knows she must present her best case for him to think about it, for him to agree with her, for him to finally see that she should have been in the know of this plan since the beginning, that she is an essential piece in this game as well.

"Do you think we have a chance at winning this?" she asks him instead. Oberyn looks at his brother wanting to hear his answer, he knows his brother must have some certainty over the subject, but it is not his children in battle.

"Yes or else I would have not let my nieces and part of our army to go North" he tells them placidly, Oberyn breathes better with what his brother says and Arianne smiles to her father.

"Then if Lady Olenna is as half smart as people say she is, she will want to be a part of our plans" she shrugs "but if we don't want to show all of our hand we investigate a little bit, send someone to talk to her." She sees the approval in her father's eyes and knows that she has won this argument, when she turns her eyes to her uncle he nods in her direction pleased with her as well.

She can't take the smile from her face for the remaining of the day. She has finally shown them how useful she can as useful as they seem to find her half dornish cousin to be.

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The Twins – 299 AC

Jon was impressed with the dornish army, they wore fur clothing – though to him and the other northern the weather was light, for them it must be uncomfortably cold, much like it has been for Visenya, and on top of it heavy armor and he knows that they would much prefer their light armor. With the way they moved it was clear to see that they were still quick in their feet, he only wonders how much faster they would be without the heavy armor.

The meeting had ended a few minutes ago and the dornish left for them to talk about what had been disclosed on the meeting. Visenya had given them a tight smile and said she would introduce her lords and sisters to other northern lords, Robb had looked gratefully at her knowing that she was buying him time to discuss the findings with he and Theon.

"Do you think it is true?" Theon breaks the silence first and he is pinching the bridge of his nose, likely cursing how things were becoming much harder as time went on.

Robb sighs and Jon sees how much his brother wants to pass his hand through his hair in a show of distress, but he is holding himself not wanting the other lords see that he was nervous. "I don't want to believe in it, but they have no reason to lie."

"If they changed their mind about wanting and alliance with us then they have reason" Theon points out and Jon frowns, knowing that while that may be true, he doubts and from the look at his brother's face he also doubts it.

"They gambled far too much to come here to betray us now."

"What about Visenya's cousin, Arianne? Maybe she planted this information."

Jon looks curiously to his brother, he had been introduced to Obara and Nymeria, but not Tyene whom they knew had come with the army in hiding. Robb blows a breath and he looks very tired, the news of their sister's marriage and that there is a northern lord ready to betray them was taking its toll on his brother.

"Apparently Obara has locked their younger sister in one of the rooms, Visenya will see her before dinner. She wants to be sure her sister won't present trouble for us."

"And if she does?" Jon asks curiously.

"I don't think she has thought what to do. This is all very complicated Tyene coming here may have more repercussions than Visenya had calculated for this part of the plan."

"How do you know this?" Theon asks and Jon wants to roll his eyes at the dumb question. Robb and Visenya had been spending a lot of time before the shift that happened between them and if she had told him about her plans she must have discussed at length said plans with Robb.

"We discussed everything before," his brother looks out the window "we knew that when we had the Twins it would be when we would have to start to plan coming against Tywin once more."

"You are worried about Visenya's sister betraying us to Tywin?" Theon asks and Jon is strangely thankful that Theon is there to make the hard questions.

"I don't know. Visenya said that I am more than welcome to come with her when she goes speak with her sister."

"Will you?" Theon asks and Robb shrugs still not knowing what he will do, probably thinking that maybe Visenya would want a moment alone with her sister, but for the good of the army he should be in said meeting.

"I think you should" Jon tells him, knowing that Robb needs to hear it from someone, his brother turns to him immediately after the words leave his mouth. He inclines his head for him to continue "If our lords find that you had information that Tyene posed a threat to us and you weren't there to see it for yourself they will no longer trust you and it must be a mistake that this Tywin spy wants us to make, you mustn't fall into their hands."

Robb smiles at his words and Jon can see the pride in his eyes and he can't help the warmth it brings to him or how he sits a little straighter in his chair.

"Then I will."

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