The day was drawing near to sunset when Cassandra and Theon arrived at the Twins. She was the first one to climb off the horse, landing on her feet with a thud as Theon tried to follow suit. She looked at him with worry for a moment, wondering if it would be wise for him to go in with her. Stevron would be there. He would be there, calling for his head.

"Theon," Cassandra whispered his name. "You need to wait out here."

"What?" Theon snapped back at her, standing by the horse as she shook her head. "I cannot let you go in there alone if it is true what they say."

"Nothing will happen to me," Cassandra promised him, her hand running down his cheek. "I promise you that. But, you...you could be hurt. You know that as well as I do, then everything will have been for nothing. I need you to stay here and hidden. If the Stark men see you then they will hate you. If the Freys see you then you will be dead."

"And what will they do when they see you?" Theon wondered.

"They will call me a traitor...but...Stevron...he is intolerable, but he is not a bastard. He knows I am with child. No harm shall come to me. You need to tell others of the plan. Some of Robb's men may not recognise you. Spread the word and tell them what is to happen. Say that you know because Lady Cassandra Stark sent you."

"Will they believe me?" Theon wondered.

"It is worth a try," Cassandra shrugged, stepping up to kiss him squarely on the lips.

"Go, Theon," she urged him.

He watched as she walked away from him and rushed closer to the main doors, her feet hitting the floor as fast as possible. Two guards stood on duty, blocking anyone from entering. Cassandra looked at them, her hands dropping to her hips as she demanded entry.

"I am Lady Cassandra Frey," she said, wincing as she spoke her name. "My husband is Lord Stevron Frey, heir to the Twins. You will let me in."

The two guards looked at each other, clearly not sure what they should do at that moment in time. They mumbled quickly and then one of them opened the door, leading Cassandra inside and through to the Great Hall. She could hear the band in the distance, the tune they played oddly familiar to her as she entered the hall, her eyes looking around as people chatted and drank.

"Cassandra."

She looked straight down the rows of tables to where her mother stood; her eyes wide and her face pale as her daughter rushed towards her. Catelyn held her arms out, ready to welcome her eldest girl as Cassandra happily entered them, holding her mother tightly to her.

None of them recognised the closing of the doors behind them.

Silence fell on the room as a sudden solitary clap escaped from the main table. Cassandra stepped out from her mother's hold, allowing her to hold onto her hand as she faced the elderly Lord Walder Frey.

"Lady Cassandra Frey," he spoke. "I do believe that your seat is up here alongside your husband. Even more so, since you are now carrying his child."

Catelyn squeezed Cassandra's hand tightly, turning to look at her daughter with a glance of shock. She hadn't expected that news so suddenly. Robb remained in the background, watching his sister as his wife sat down behind him, her hand firmly in his.

"Perhaps that can wait," Cassandra spoke, her hand still holding her mother's. Fear rose up inside of her as her husband stood up and looked at her with wide eyes. She met his gaze, the two of them exchanging a look of knowing. Stevron shook his head, wondering how she could have found out about the plan. He longed to rush towards her then and plead with her. He didn't want for this. He wanted to keep his wife happy. Perhaps then she wouldn't be so miserable all the time.

"Father," Stevron spoke, "I think we should allow our guests to retire for the night."

"Why?" Walder wondered. "I have hardly been kind to them, have I? The new King is married. His wife is a lovely young creature and no gift has been presented to them."

"She knows," Stevron snapped suddenly. "You have to stop this. It is not right."

"What does she know?" Walder wondered as his gaze fell on Cassandra.

"I know how you plan to massacre the Starks." Cassandra snapped. "I know that you have the support of Lord Bolton for this. You do it because my brother married another."

Silence fell through the hall as Walder stood up slowly. Robb turned to look at his sister as his men drew their swords, preparing themselves for any attack. Most of them were in a state of intoxication, unable to hold their swords themselves.

"Is this true?" Catelyn wondered from Lord Walder, her voice a harsh sound.

"Your daughter does have a way of becoming most troublesome," Walder snapped back, glaring at Cassandra as Stevron finally moved out from behind the table.

"Why?" Catelyn snapped back at him. "Why would you plan this?"

"I was promised your son for one of my daughters!" Walder snapped. "You broke your promise! You lied to me."

"I gave you my daughter," Catelyn replied, a small tear falling down her cheek. "My daughter married your son! He is Lord of Winterfell!"

"Which has burned down," Walder clarified. "Your daughter has hardly been loyal, has she? She would rather be fucking Theon Greyjoy than stand here."

"I carry my husband's child," Cassandra lied. "Is that not enough!"

"I will give up my claim to the North," Robb declared suddenly. "I will allow Cassandra to become the Queen in the North...your son can become the King then. Is that what you really want?"

"No," he spoke. "You know what I wanted, but you ignored me anyway."

"Don't do this," Cassandra said. "You know it is madness. Your son can be the King! He can have what Robb had."

"Is that not enough, father?" Stevron wondered, taking Cassandra from her mother's hold. She did nothing, allowing his arm to wrap around her and hold her close to his side. His other hand landed on her stomach, wondering if the child was truly his. "We can have what we wanted."

Silence lapsed over the crowds of people as they waited for Lord Walder to say something. They waited for him to give his blessing to the new arrangement. Cassandra held her breath, Stevron's fingers digging into her sides as she wondered what Lord Walder would agree to.

"Unfortunately it is too late for that," he declared.

Stevron pushed Cassandra from him, allowing her to tumble to the floor as Catelyn bent down by her daughter, making sure she wasn't injured. Screams echoed throughout the hall as men shot down arrows from their bows. Robb drew his own sword, preparing to fight off whoever came in his way.

Cassandra looked around, noting the men who clumsily fought, the alcohol clearly having taken effect on their actions. She crawled with her mother to take cover underneath a table, allowing the elder woman to shield her. Robb caught his sister's eye after a moment as the banging of the doors echoed through the screams of the hall.

Catelyn looked across as the doors burst open and the Stark bannermen made their way inside the Hall. Cassandra silently thanked Theon for spreading the word for her. She didn't know if he had enough powers of persuasion. Apparently he did.

"No!"

Cassandra looked up from her hiding spot as her brother screamed. She feared the worst at that moment in time, thinking that Robb had been the one who had been injured. But then she realised that it was not her brother who had been hurt.

It was his wife.

Catelyn felt shock radiate through her as she saw Talisa on the floor, her hands holding her blood covered stomach. Never before had she seen something so grotesque as that. Robb bent down by the side of his wife as a Frey advanced onto him. Cassandra scrambled, looking for any sign of a weapon to use to save her brother.

But she had no need.

The Frey stopped dead in his tracks as a sword rammed through his back and into his belly. Cassandra looked up, noticing the familiar outline which had saved her brother. He had no time to dwell on the life which he had just taken, for another man moved closer to him. He swung his sword with all the might he could muster, hitting him in the side of the neck.

"Robb!" Cassandra roared at her brother, urging for him to stand up and help the man who had saved his life. "Robb! Do something!"

Robb listened to his sister's pleas and pushed himself to his feet, his anger taking hold of him. How could this have happened to him? How could he lose the one woman he loved? Cassandra stifled a sob as she held onto her mother, praying for them to get through this. Looking around the hall she saw bodies laying on the ground with men stood over them. Most of the ones standing wore the Stark attire.

Cassandra finally plucked herself out from the table, Catelyn hesitantly following her. She rushed towards the one who had saved her brother's life, helping him to remain standing as he doubled over, his body drained and weak from the fight.

"You bloody fool," Cassandra whispered, pressing her lips tightly against Theon's. "You amazing, bloody fool."

Theon forced himself to smile before wrapping her into his arms and holding her tightly.

"Is this not enough?" Robb's voice suddenly boomed out. The dominance and authority he held was something which Cassandra had never heard from him before. "You've been defeated! You've killed my wife!"

Walder Frey sat back down in his seat, his wife to his side as Stevron stood in front of his father. He watched him for a moment before turning to look back at his wife. She was safe. She was perfectly safe in the arms of Theon Greyjoy. She didn't want to be his. She never had. Stevron should have seen to it that the marriage had never gone ahead. He should have kept her happy...and himself happy...

"So it would seem," Lord Bolton was the one to speak, looking back up at Walder with an arched brow.

"What do you intend to do now, boy?" Walder sneered as Robb fell to Talisa's side, holding her body in his lap as he sobbed gently. He kept himself composed for the best part, refusing to allow Lord Walder the satisfaction of seeing him break down. "Kill us yourself?"

"No," Robb answered quickly. "I intend to make your deaths as long and painful as the Gods allow me."

Robb's men managed to stumble up to the table, grabbing hold of Lord Walder and his wife. Another took hold of Lord Bolton, who flashed Theon a smirk of knowing. Theon ground his teeth together as someone else took hold of Stevron.

"Wait," Cassandra spoke, removing Theon's arm from her as she came to stand face to face with her husband. He smiled weakly at her and shook his head.

"I'm sorry," he said to her, genuineness in his voice. "I only wanted to keep you safe...as a husband should his wife..."

She studied him for a moment, her eyes scanning his face as she turned to look back at Robb. He wasn't paying her any attention, and she couldn't blame him. His thoughts should be with his wife, not with Cassandra.

"Robb will spare your life," Cassandra told him. "I saw you turn against your own men. You'll be a hostage, but you'll be safe."

"You would do that for me?" Stevron checked.

"You're not your father," she said and nodded to the guard, allowing him to take Stevron away.

Cassandra turned back around as the men gathered into small circles, clearly content with minding their own business and allowing their king to mourn. Cassandra stepped down the steps, holding her hand out to Theon. He looked at her for a second, kissing her on top of her head as Catelyn knelt by her son.

"You need to let her go," she urged her son. "No good will come from crying here, Robb."

"This is my fault," Robb sobbed. "I should never have married her. I should have kept my word...kept my vow..."

"You cannot change the past," Catelyn said, looking at Talisa before closing her eyes.

Cassandra remained silent, not sure how to comfort her brother. She had never seen him so upset before. She had never seen him in such a state.

The men slowly began to look at Robb, whispering about how unfortunate he was to have lost his wife. Cassandra heard them before deciding to speak up.

"You should all go and prepare to leave!" Cassandra shouted out. They all looked at her before grunting. "Go! We leave for Riverrun in the morning!"

Slowly they dispersed and Robb made to stand up, his mother holding him around his waist and allowing him to cry. His eyes found Theon's, watching the man who he had thought of as his brother.

"You saved me," Robb sniffed to him, wiping his hand under his nose.

"Someone had to," Theon said back. "I know that it doesn't make us even."

"No," Robb agreed. "It doesn't...we need to talk..."

"Not now," Catelyn shook her head. "Wait until the morning. Allow Theon rest for the night...Gods knows he needs it..." she eyed him with content.

Theon held back a scathing remark as Cassandra took his hand and dragged him from the hall. She rested her hand on Robb's shoulder on the way, simply nodding once at him before she left.

Once outside she collapsed to the floor, the wind howled and her gown became dirtied even further as she leant against the wall. Theon sat beside her, his head tipped back as he closed his eyes and thought about what had just happened.

The two of them said nothing as they sat against each other and remained solemn. It wasn't until she heard a faint voice did she look across.

"Cassandra?"

Her eyes opened wide and she looked at the small figure stood in front of her. She thought it was a boy speaking to her until she looked into the eyes. The same eyes which she had.

"Arya."