Hi, I'm back! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I didn't intend to last so long without updating, it's just that I knew what I wanted to write, and I just didn't know how! It was awful, and I kept getting inspiration for literally everything else except this, and I feel awful... BUT THEN INSPIRATION CAME BACK! And I wrote the chapter, but my stupid phone wouldn't let me post it! So I had to wait almost a month to get my hands on a computer, and now here I am! ta-da!

Short chapter, sorry. I was going to make it longer, but believe me, you are going to prefer to have what's coming in a separate chapter. Trust me. Let me know what you think, PLEASE! I have to admit, I have WAY more inspiration when I have many reviews... Which doesn't happen a lot. But oh well. I'm not asking for much, I just would like to know what you think. Thanks!

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I'll update this weekend again, probably. Don't promise anything though, but I'll really try. Maybe even sooner if I'm happy with the reviews hehe. BLAME WEIRD TYPOS ON AUTOCORRECT!

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As soon as the order left Gendry's mouth, all the men that were at his command immediately obeyed. With a loud and powerful cry of war they moved forward, ready to attack the Twins. The Frey army, who until a few hours ago had been nervous but still confident, had lost their confidence since the arrival of Lord Tully and his small army, which combined to the men that Gendry had brought to the Twins was enough to outnumber Lord Frey's army, half of which was missing. The Frey soldiers got ready to defend the castle from the attackers, but the fear was evident in their eyes. How could they not be afraid? Everyone could see Gendry, and even the most blind of men would have been able to see the intense fury in his eyes. His whole being was burning with rage. He burned with the fury of an erupting volcano, with the fury of a hurricane capable of shattering an army of a thousand ships, with a fury as powerful as the cruel sun of the desert and the merciless ice of the Lands of Always Winter. His fury was like that of all the elements of nature combined, capable of transforming a beautiful world into a barren wasteland full of death. That was what he intended to do with his fury. He wanted to make it his strength and turn the powerful castles of the Twins into terrible ruins that would remind generations upon generations of people not to provoke the wrath of his House.

He had been lied to. He knew that already, but a little part of him wanted to hope that the Freys were innocent, that they really didn't have anything to do with what was happening. The innocent people of their household should not have to suffer the consequences of the actions of their lord. But Gendry had warned them of what would happen if he discovered that they had been the ones that kidnaped his wife and his children, and he would not go back on his word. The Freys had brought it upon themselves.

He stayed behind for a little bit, watching as his and Lord Tully's men attacked the scared after army with fierce determination. He didn't feel delight upon watching that bloody spectacle happening before him. War was a terrible thing, and the deaths of men because of it was a waste. However, at times like theses, it was a necessary waste, sadly. And so Gendry watched as his men slayed hundreds of Freys, and he watched them all fall, one by one, until he finally moved forward and joined the battle. That was his war, after all. It was his family that had been taken. His.

He would never forgive that.

He walked into the slaughter with a battle cry, the same as the soldier had done a few moments before. The attack had happened so suddenly that the Avery's hadn't had time to properly prepare. Yes, they had been preparing to fight since Gendry arrived, but they hadn't thought that he would find a valid excuse to attack. As a result, men had been going in and out from the Twins all day, and the gates weren't locked, so Gendry's men were quickly killing everyone on their path and breaking into the castle. The agrees resisted, but they weren't ready to withstand an attack delivered with so much fury, even though the soldier's fury was a simple child's tantrum compared to what Gendry was feeling. They could actually feel his wrath and hate radiating from him like angry waves that hit them and pushed them back with a force impossible to withstand. Every single man in there was realizing that The Lord Frey should have given it a second thought before deciding to go on with his ridiculous plan to obtain power.

"Storm the castles!" Gendry ordered, watching his men killing their way through the Frey army and entering the castle on that side of the Trident. Sword in hand, he cut down every single Frey soldier that crossed his path. None of them stood a chance. Soon the Trident's waters would be red. "Spare the women and the children, but kill every single man that you see with a weapon in his hand! Leave lord Frey to me!"

The men obeyed. The sound of men dying and screaming filled the night in that part of Westeros, until suddenly the sky turned white for a second, and deafening thunder sounded and covered the shouts. The storm had finally arrived. It started raining, and it poured in such a way that each drop of rain was almost painful when it hit the bare skin. Visibility became very limited, making chaos reign. All that could be seen was the faint glow of the bloodied blades and men attacking each other like hungry wild animals, fighting to the bitter end. Many tripped over dead bodies lying on the ground and fell to the soft mud that covered the ground because of the rain. It was all blood, mud, steel and water, there was nothing else in that place. All that chaos was a little bit cleared each time that lighting struck, illuminating the skies with its eerie white light and letting the soldiers see the faces of those that they were fighting and killing.

Gendry took some time to reach the gates of the Twins because he had become distracted by Frey soldiers that ran towards him in an attempt to stop him and kill him with no success. Gendry killed them all, and by the time that he finally reached the gates of the Twins he was soaked to the bone, half his body was covered in mud, and his handsome face was splattered with blood. Not a single drop of it was his. His usually handsome features were twisted into an expression that would make even the mightiest of dragons tremble with uncontrollable fear.

At last, Gendry entered the castle, leaving both armies outside, still fighting each other. He firmly held his bloodstained sword with his hand as he made his way through the first castle. He knew that lord Frey and his brother had been there before the attack started, but he could guess that they had fled to the other castle as fast as they could. Gendry crossed the first castle with quick and firm steps while listening to the havoc around him. He could hear men shouting and women and children crying, but not long after only the latter sound was still heard while the men fell to the silence of death.

"Lord Baratheon!" one of his soldiers called for him after finding him in the corridor. He was a young man, barely a lad, but he had been fighting courageously. He had a long gash on his cheek from which blood poured and stained his face, neck, and armor, but it seemed that he didn't even notice. "Lord Frey fled that way! Just now! I have seen him, he is in the bridge!"

Gendry didn't even have time to thank the man for the information, because a Frey soldier appeared behind him in a attempt to attack and kill him. For a brief moment Gendry was afraid for the man and he tried to warn him, but before any words left his mouth the soldier had turned around and stabbed his attacked trough and trough, killing him. While the after soldier fell to the floor dead the young man turned to look at Gendry again.

"Go, my lord! He will escape!"

Gendry wasn't about to let that happen. He ran down the dark and long corridor and crossed to the other side of the castles reaching the gate. He found five men guarding the exit to the bridge. They had been commanded by their lord to stop anyone who tried to get to the bridge, and as soon as they saw Gendry two of them ran towards him while the other three stood in front of the gate, blocking the way. Gendry glared at them, promising them a quick death if they didn't stand out of his way, but first he had to focus on the two men that were attacking him at the moment. He raised his sword and blocked the attack that one of them was throwing at him to his head, and he moved the man's sword away with a powerful movement in time to turn and block the attack that the second man was attempting to his ribs. He jumped out of the way of the blade of the first man and immediately hit him in the head with the edge of his sword, killing him and splattering blood all over the place. Before the second man had time to do anything Gendry had killed him as well, and the three men that remained standing in front of the gate blocking the exit reacted. They got ready to fight, and Gendry was ready to kill them. He would let no one stand in his way to get lord Frey. He would find that pathetic man and make him scream for mercy while finding out the whereabouts of Arya. Years ago Gendry would never had thought that he was capable of fighting so fiercely and killing so mercilessly, but that night he was realizing that there was nothing that he wouldn't do for her and to get back at those that had dared harm his family. He had already gotten Robb back, and now he would stop at nothing to have Arya back in his arms safe and sound. Even if he had to burn the world down to find her, he would.

The first man died quickly, just like the other two had died. The last two men were taller and broader and fiercer-looking, but Gendry wasn't afraid even if her knew that they were trouble and that he was at a disadvantage. He was getting ready to fight them when two daggers flew right by both his sides and buried themselves in the chest of both men, piercing through their breastplates and killing them instantly. Gendry immediately turned around, wanting to know who had thrown those daggers, and he wasn't surprised to find Jaqen there.

"Go!" Jaqen exclaimed before Gendry could thank him. Gendry nodded and crossed the gate, leaving the castle and arriving at the bridge that crossed the Trident.

In the few minutes that he had spend inside the castle, the storm had become stronger than before and more aggressive. The wind threatened to knock everybody off their feet, and the rain flooded the bridge and raised the level of the river, creating angry waves on its surface. Lighting kept striking again and again, constantly illuminating the sky and making it look like almost as if they were in broad daylight. It wasn't often that the Twins experienced a storm like that one, even though it rained a lot in that region of Westeros, but storms like that reminded Gendry of the Stormlands; they reminded him of home. He looked ahead and he saw Edwyn Frey running alone on the bridge. He was halfway through it; he might have reached the other castle before Gendry arrived had it not been because the water had made him slip and fall and it had taken him quite a few painful seconds to get back on his feet. Gendry reached him in a heartbeat, and lord Frey turned around in time to dodge his attack. The swords of both men clashed in the air between them at the same time that another lighting struck... this time hitting the tower of the second castle, the one that was behind lord Frey. The sound it made was like that of a giant wildfire explosion, and the outcome was similar as well, because second later the tower that had been hit by the lighting bolt was engulfed in fierce flames that liked the stone and destroyed was was inside the castle. The flames quickly grew, even thought it was still falling, but the fire was too big and too wild and strong to be extinguished so easily. Soon the night was illuminated by the flames, and their heat reached all of them. The fire spread inside the castle, destroying everything in its path.

Lord Frey looked horrified at the view. He couldn't believe that his beloved and most precious castle was burning. Soon there would be nothing left, and there wasn't a way out through which he could escape from Gendry. It was too late.

In a fit of rage he tried to attack Gendry once again, but Gendry was faster. With one quick movement he sliced the man's leg, who howled in pain and fell on his knee to the floor in front of Gendry. Gendry kicked the sword out of the man's hand and put the tip of his own sword on the man's neck. All it would take was one little movement, one slight push, and the blade would pierce his throat. Edwyn Frey's life was in Gendry's hands now. It was time for justice.

"You can't kill me!" Frey cried. Panic made his voice sound high-pitch, and he sounded like a pathetic wee lad, not like a lord of a House that had dared defy two of the most powerful Houses in all of Westeros.

"You lied to me," Gendry muttered full of hate. His voice was perfectly heard over the sound of the rain and the castle burning and the screams and shouts and the wind and the thunder. "You said you didn't have them, but you lied. I offered you a good deal, Frey, my family in exchange for peace. You should have known better. You should have taken it."

"You can't kill me..." was all that Edwyn Frey could say.

"Where is my wife?!" Gendry bellowed, still holding his sword against Edwyn's throat. A little bit of blood fell down his neck. "What do you want with her?! Why did you take her?! Why did you take my son?!"

"You can't kill me..."

"Answer me! WHERE IS SHE?!"

"If you kill me you will never find her!" Edwyn Frey yelled. Gendry stiffened. "She isn't here! She is far away, and you will never find her!"

"I found my son. I can find her," Gendry said. "But tell me where she is... Or watch your House burn until there is nothing more than ashes left..." It wasn't an empty threat. It was a real warning.

"I won't say anything unless you give me what I want!"

"And what is it that you want?" Gendry asked with a dangerous edge in his voice.

"I want the Stormlands," lord Edwyn said, and there wasn't any panic left in his voice, only sheer madness. "I want Storm's End! I will take this House to glory, and you will give it to me if you want to see your wife alive ever again!"

For a moment Gendry hesitated, he really did. Lord Edwyn Frey could feel how the sword trembled in Gendry's hand for a brief moment, and a sly smirk appeared on his face. He thought that he had won, that he had managed to defeat Gendry's spirit by offering what he really wanted: his wife, his family, in exchange for everything else. He could see Gendry's thoughts in his eyes as if he were looking at them through a window. He knew that there wasn't anything that Gendry Baratheon wouldn't sacrifice for Arya Stark.

"Will I have Arya back then? Alive and well?" Gendry asked, and his voice almost broke. He was suffering. His work was working faster than it had ever done, tormented and conflicted by a choice that he must make. He knew that any lord, a real Westerosi lord, would never agree to such filthy blackmail. A real lord would slit Frey's throat and send him to burn in the seven hells and keep the Stormlands rather than sacrifice them for his wife. But Gendry wasn't a real lord; he was just a legitimized bastard, and for him family was more important than power, riches, and pride.

He might have given it all to lord Frey. He might have forgotten all about his burning fury and he might have sacrificed anything to have Arya back in his arms, had he been given the right answer. Unfortunately for Edwyn Frey, his greed got the better of him.

"Not so fast… I want the North too."

Gendry's gaze hardened again, and there was a hint of desperation in them.

"I can't give you the North."

"But your goodbrother can! The Stark cripple will give it all to me unless he wants his sister's head delivered to him in a silver platter!"

Greed… That was all that was inside Edwyn's mind and heart. His eyes shone with the madness of a man that wants it all and will stop at nothing to get it, not even if he had to commit the most inhuman acts to do so. It was something that was in the blood of House Frey. He could see it, right in front of him, the vision of the future that he wanted for himself… House Stark destroyed, and the banner of House Frey in every single corner of Westeros. Gendry could see that vision in the man's eyes, and he felt sickened by it.

"I want everything! All that the Starks have, I want it for myself… You can't deny it to me! I have Arya Stark!"

"Give her back to me! Tell me where she is!"

"You will never see her again! I need her as leverage, you see? A hostage to make sure that you and her brothers behave correctly… And I will keep the thing that she carries inside her as well. You need not worry, it will be taken care of well. But you should be happy, lord Baratheon… At least you have your precious little brat back, that was more than I was willing to offer you!" Frey spat.

He had been too lost in his own greed and madness to realize that with those words he had just signed his death sentence. For the hundredth time lighting struck, illuminating Gendry's deep blue eyes as they were filled with wrath once again. Whatever agreement he might have been willing to do before was not going to happen. He pressed his sword harder against Frey's throat, making more blood flow through the small wound in his neck.

"You should have told me where she was from the beginning, lord Frey…" Gendry hissed as the deafening sound of thunder echoed in the sky above them. It was as it the sound of thunder was coming from within Gendry himself, as if the storm was inside of him, linked to his rage. "Winter has come for all of you. It has been coming for House Frey for a long time, and it has finally arrived to lead you to your fate. You could have fixed it, but you chose to lead your House's to its downfall… The North remembers, but so do I. And this is my fury," he said right before lifting his sword in the air. Lighting struck for the last time right before he brought the blade down again in a quick movement.

A second later, Edwyn's head rolled on the stone floor, his headless body collapsed, and House Frey cried in agony as the Twins burned to ashes, defeated.

Frey is an idiot, I KNOW!