"You... Robb Stark, are a scoundrel!" Walder Frey shouted when he was brought before Robb after the Twins were taken by the coalition of the Rivermen, Greatjon Umber and Maege Mormont (who was since headed northwards to Winterfell). "I give you passage to cross my bridge, you broke the marriage pact with my family and you have the audacity to come and take all that is mine? Where is the honor that you pride yourself in having, boy?"

Robb scowled at Walder Frey. "You have been conspiring to send me to the Lannisters even before we crossed your bridge!" he shouted, hurling a handful of paper towards him. Each and every piece of them were letters that he had sent to Casterly Rock, detailing the price of his payment for delivering his head on a silver platter. "I did what I did to defend myself and my men!"

"This is treason, Lord Frey!" Catelyn bellowed. "You are a vassal of House Tully, and House Tully has sworn fealty to my son! For siding with the Lannisters alone, you should have been hung on the noose!"

Walder Frey spat on Catelyn's shoes and earned a punch from Brynden Tully. Most old men would have died upon such impact, but not Lord Frey. No, he still managed to stand, despite the gout that took him. "If you kill me, my sons and grandsons will have your head and send it to the Lannisters all the same!"

Robb stood up and said, "Let's take a walk."

The Greatjon and Brynden Tully nodded and hauled Walder Frey at each side so that he could not escape. Together with a good-sized guard, they brought him to the dungeons where every single one of his progeny were locked in. His sons, his grandsons, great-grandsons and his nephews. All of the Frey men. The women were untouched, given ample freedom under guard at the Twins.

"You can save them, Lord Frey," Robb said. "Admit that you were the one who betrayed us to the Lannisters and we'll set them all free."

Walder Frey huffed. "Do you think that killing me will set them free?" he asked. "You're a fool, boy! I am the only thing that's keeping them alive from being killed! Kill me, and all my enemies will have them slaughtered."

"Want to bet?" Robb Stark asked him. "Let them be the judge of that. You have a hundred descendants, and let us see how proud of you they are." Having said thus, he had Walder Frey locked in a cell opposite to that of his family's, in full view of them all. He then turned towards them and said, "You know what Walder Frey's done to the Riverlands. The Lannisters set fire to your crops and he throws his lot with them. What would happen to you when he dies? If you surrender him to me, I will ensure that no one dares touch you."

There was silence all around. No one dared to speak. They only darted their mousy little eyes between Robb and Walder Frey. They did not dare say anything, although they knew the task Robb had set before them. It was punishment for them, punishment for the head of their family as well.

"You all have a day and a night to decide," Robb told them.

"Nasty little shits, all of 'em," Greatjon Umber commented as they left the dungeons. "Walder Frey had four thousand men, headed by his hundred descendants, but when we reached the Twins, only half his men were alive."

"How?" Robb asked.

"It is true that Lord Frey ruled with an iron fist," Brynden Tully answered. "And that iron fist has left his people starving and hungry. A bunch of outlaws, calling themselves the Brotherhood without Banners roam the Riverlands, targeting nobles who have terrorized their smallfolk. Needless to say, Lord Frey's men were easy ones, ready for the taking. Some even said that it was an inside job."

That was why it was so easy to take the Twins. "Who betrayed them?" Robb asked.

"Why, his own progeny," Greatjon added with a scoff. "When you caught Roose Bolton, they panicked and were about to bolt off like the rabbits they were. However, Walder Frey continued to keep them holed up at the Twins and they were prisoners of their own home by their own family."

"Then we'll already know their answer," Robb said. "I want the two of you to continue your watch on the Freys until they've decided. I'll be making my way to the fields. Mother told me that we'll have so many potatoes, we'll might as well distill them and make some sort of new drink from them!"

The three of them shared a laugh and Robb went on his way, his expression darkening again when he left their company. Step by step, Robb moved out of Casterly Rock and found his way to the fields where the smallfolk there and his men tended to the last of the summer crops that would hopefully last them through winter.

However, his destination was in a rather secluded part of the fields, where a lone man was shoveling layers and layers of manure, guarded by at least two hundred of his best men and Grey Wind, who stood watch over him. "You've done a great job taking out the Freys and leaving them to cannibalize their own," the man said. "But if you would have listened to me, this would had happened sooner and you would've had safe passage to the Twins long before you ended up in this stalemate with the Lannisters."

"This stalemate would not have happened if you commanded your bastard to sack Winterfell and claim it as your own, Bolton," Robb replied. "I would not have needed to part with any commander and we'd be able to take on King's Landing just the same."

"But you've new friends now, don't you?" Bolton asked him. "Prince Oberyn marries your sister and you will have fifty thousand Dornishmen by your side... but where are the other forty thousand? All you have now are ten thousand spearmen and two Sand Snakes..."

The Dornish were not withholding their men. That much Robb knew. The Dornish were like serpents in the grass, lying in wait. He knew that the Dornish had been waiting for as long as he had been alive, their patience could wear out the reigns of kings.

"The Targaryen girl," Robb concluded. "They're waiting for her to cross the Narrow Sea."

Strength for strength, Robb knew that forty thousand Northmen and fifty thousand Dornishmen were not enough to fight against seventy thousand Lannisters and Tyrells. They might have been the fewer number, but they had an almost impregnable keep and better equipment and a lot of food to suffer a long siege. The Reach had an area smaller than the North, but the lands there were the most fertile. They had the most kinds of food and thus, their soldiers were the strongest not by skill or experience, but by nourishment alone.

Roose Bolton harrumphed. "Those dragons of hers are little more than overgrown lizards in size," he said. "One well-placed arrow will blot them out of the sky before they can do any damage to anything or any one. The Targaryen girl is the Khaleesi of only a hundred Dothraki screamers, King Robb. She is not a worthy ally. It would seem that you have sold your beloved sister for less than what Viserys Targaryen had."

At those words, Robb clutched Roose on the collar and hissed, "What choice do I have, Bolton? It was either throw our lot in with the Dornish and Targaryens and take this blasted Rock or abandon all hope and beg Walder Frey for forgiveness and have my uncle Edmure marry one of the Frey girls. Walder Frey would have killed us all at the wedding!" Bolton gave him a sardonic look and Robb punched him so hard that he fell backwards. "You... bastard!"

Bolton immediately stood back up and said, "I'd say that these weeks have made you a far different man that you envisioned yourself to be. You are learning that the world that your father has taught you about doesn't really exist, and I can imagine the pain twisting in your honorable little heart like a knife."

Robb fumed. He fumed because he knew Roose Bolton was right. His father would have approved of his actions. He had broken an oath to Walder Frey (whether or not it was a legal one) and he was going to have his family vote to kill him and he had left Roose Bolton, a proven traitor alive. Things had gone topsy turvy and he had no choice but to act on his feet.

"My father was Lord of Winterfell," Robb told Bolton. "He was just as all lords should be during times of peace. I am not my father, I am the King in the North and... the Trident. I can't do what he did."

"Good, you're learning then," Bolton said. "Let's hope that you survive long enough to pass such a great title down."

Sansa had come to recognize the letters that Oberyn would receive that came by way of Dornish merchants in King's Landing, those letters from his daughters Obara and Nymeria. They would often come with a brown-colored seal shaped like a snake. These would always carry news to him from Casterly Rock.

"What do your daughters say?" Sansa asked him when he sat down on the chaise next to her.

"Your brother has asked the sons and grandsons of Walder Frey to decide his fate," Oberyn told her. "They told him that to atone for his transgressions against their King, he should be executed. Your brother did just that."

Sansa sighed. "Doing it must have made him feel very bad," she commented. "Father would often tell us why he'd executed the men that broke his laws. He told us that the man who passes the sentence should be the one that swings the sword."

"Walder Frey would have had your family gathered at his daughter's wedding to your uncle Edmure Tully and killed them all," Oberyn told her. "He is ridding the world of another threat to him and his."

Sansa nodded. "What else is there?" she asked.

"Your sister-in-law, the Queen is with child," Oberyn added, smiling when Sansa broke into a smile. "You're going to be an aunt soon."

However, Sansa's smile soon disappeared. "Though... it would be a long, long time before I'd get to meet the child." Even though Casterly Rock was not as far away from King's Landing as Winterfell was, but as long as there was a military stalemate between the Northern and Lannister armies, she knew her family would be a world away.

"You will, my love," Ellaria told her. "Nothing is stronger in this world than the love of one's family."

Sansa broke a smile for Ellaria. "And now, you're my family now, the both of you."

Those words surprised Oberyn as much as it did Ellaria. They were sure that they had thought themselves to be her protector, her guides, but... she was right. She was Oberyn's wife, and she had accepted Ellaria's position as his paramour.

"And we shall be with you when your brother and mother cannot," Oberyn told her, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her fully. "Now that you mention it, this means that Obara and Nymeria are... nieces of sorts to the Young Wolf, are they not?"

Ellaria chuckled at Oberyn's comment. "They would love their new stations as nieces of a king," she added.

"You haven't told me what's the other end of the bargain, though," Sansa said, interrupting a somewhat warm moment between them three.

"That will be revealed at later time, Sansa," Oberyn replied, kissing the corner of her lips. He had been deep at thought at what Varys had told him. Although he had seen Sansa warging only once, and she had been in his constant company ever since they were married, he knew that Varys was right. It would take some time before Daenerys Targaryen's dragons were big enough to be brought into the battlefield, but he knew that unless she knew how to control them, even she would be at their mercy.

"But..."

Ellaria knew the best way to distract her. Gently, she brought Sansa into her arms and kissed her as Oberyn would. Granted, she was shocked, but she did not fight her. In fact, she'd melted into the other woman faster than she did with Oberyn. "And how was that, my love?" she asked her lover's sweet wife. "Did you like being kissed by a woman?"

"I..." Sansa was as red as a tomato. However, Oberyn turned her around and claimed her as his. That kiss had been lingering, all tongues and all passion. It was nothing that she had ever felt before. "What are you two doing?" she asked them.

"What do you think we're doing?" Oberyn returned, snaking his hands around her waist. With one powerful jerk, her entire body was pressed against his. Sansa could see his eyes, and she found them to be different than what the used to be, while Ellaria came up behind him, so she would be facing her. "Trying to distract you, my dear wife."

Sansa did not say anything. She couldn't. Her attentions were trapped by Ellaria once again. Ellaria managed to steal a kiss, and then two and three while Oberyn nipped and lapped on the skin on the arch of her neck. How did she end up like this? Was she not talking to Oberyn about her role in the coming conflict?

In a way, she hated them, for they were the only ones that could cause her to take a side-step from her own thoughts. It was the look of their eyes that reminded her that Shae was right, that Lord Baelish did see something else in her. But how, she had no time to be remembering Baelish. Her husband was trying to seduce her and his paramour was trying to steal her away from him. They had a way of devouring her with their eyes without making her feel unsure of herself.

But, she could not continue. She started to be alarmed the moment she felt Oberyn reach for the laces on the back of her dress. She gently grasped his arm and opened her eyes wide. Ellaria had stopped as Oberyn did and he kissed her hand as a manner of telling her that he understood, that he would stop since she wished for them to do so.

She wanted to give into them, she really wanted to. Her lips were slightly red and swollen from all the kisses she had receive and given, to Oberyn and also Ellaria, and she found herself to be straddling Oberyn's lips... She wanted to. But for whatever reason, her body could not accept anything more than heated kisses, even if it was with one of the two or both of them together.

"I'm sorry," she apologized to them. She was not ready. She clearly was not, not out of fear though, never out of fear. But for some reason that she could not name as of yet.

"You don't have to apologize, my love," Ellaria told her, kissing her forearm as she moved from Oberyn's back to Sansa's side. "These things take time, and the more you try to rush it, the harder it will get for you."

Sansa nodded, and flopped herself onto the chaise with Ellaria's arms around her and Oberyn whispering sweet nothings into her ear. She had not expected herself to have welcomed the touch of another woman before Ellaria had so sweetly kissed her. Perhaps what she had said to Oberyn on their wedding night would come into existence, that one day, she would be able to let them both make her a woman.

Within moments, she was fast asleep. The warmth of their bodies becoming an easy source of heat for her to get lost in, and she felt safe being sandwiched between them. Seeing her at peace made Oberyn sigh even as he combed his fingers through her long, fiery hair.

"There are others who have determined that our Sansa would be a great determinant of our success in the future," he told Ellaria as he caressed the side of her cheek. "Her abilities as a skinchanger has been noted." He knew that he could not hide Sansa under his wing for too long. She was never meant to be displayed and presented like a typical noblewoman.

Ellaria sighed as well. "They should have taken more care with her," she chided their unseen allies abound. "They should know that it is a blessing if Sansa is already on our sides without question."

Thus, Oberyn knew that he had found the key to unlocking Sansa's abilities, so she would stand confidently, proud of herself and what she could do. Before she would be able to show the world what she was capable off, he deemed that the first, small step for his wife was her very own sexuality.

As of now, Sansa was able to guard herself. She was able to draw the line between what she was comfortable with and what she was not. Being Dornish, Oberyn and Ellaria greatly respected the boundaries that she had set. She would have been met with resistance if her husband was a brute from other lands.

Once she was confident enough over herself, once she was able to give herself to them. She would be ready to serve, Oberyn deemed. Then, he would have his fill of her and after they were all sated, he would teach her that love and desire were weapons so potent and powerful that they were most often overlooked by fools who adorned themselves with too much steel.

Until then, Oberyn knew that he and Ellaria had to be patient. She would bring a world of different possibilities when she was ready for them. They would willingly wait until that day comes.

HAN: Hmm, Robb and Sansa seem to be in similar predicaments. They are learning on their feet with the help of the most unexpected of individuals. ^_^

I know I just teased all of you with a very hot would-be menage-a-trois between Oberyn, Sansa and Ellaria, but Sansa's not ready for the real thing yet, and so am I, because I'm writing this intermittently between bouts of sleep and typing. I'll try once again when I'm physically able to.

Yes, the aim is to use Sansa as a skinchanger/warg to at least help Dany control her dragons in the future.

Enjoy!