Author's Notes: Hello everyone, sorry I have not written in a while well, here we go.
The rest of journey was completed without incident and they arrived at the Twins on schedule. The closer they had come the more uneasy Sansa had become. She could not get the knowledge of what had happened there out of her mind. It got so bad that Sansa began to feel ill. She just could not bear the thought of being surrounded by her family's killers it pressed down on her like a physical weight leaving her in a state of near panic.
In shortly before they arrived they made a finals stop to allow them a chance to change from their travel stained cloths for more elaborate dress to meet with Lord Frey. As her maid helped her change Sansa tried to brace herself for the coming meeting with Lord Frey and his brood. She couldn't do it. In spite of everything she had done she could not steel herself enough to face them. She had to get out of this somehow, but how?
In desperation she found herself doing something she never thought she would do, she asked herself what Arya would do. She was sure her sister would find a way out of this, doubtless something vulgar and disgusting. Suddenly she knew exactly what her sister would do. She remembered, several years ago, they had been at a lesson in embroidery and Arya had hated it. When Septa Mordane hadn't been looking Arya had stuck her finger down her throat and made herself vomit. She had claimed to be sick and had left; ostensibly she had gone to see Maester Luwin, in reality Sansa knew she had spent the afternoon climbing trees.
At the time Sansa had been disgusted by what her sister had done; but now, faced with the alternative, it did not seem so bad. Making sure Shae wasn't looking; she braced herself and thrust her finger down her throat. She gagged but kept pressing. Finally she got the desired results and with a final gag she vomited down the front of her dress.
"My Lady!" Shae cried as she turned at the sound of Sansa vomiting.
"I feel ill. I may have a fever." Sansa said, trying to make herself sound and look as pitiful and weak as possible.
"Of course My Lady." Shae said. From her voice and the look she was giving her Sansa was certain that Shae did not believe her but her maid did not say anything. Shae helped her change and then went to inform Lord Tyrion. Her husband soon came and was very kind and solicitous. Sansa meekly apologized for being so much trouble and said she did not feel that she could attend the banquet that Lord Frey was giving to welcome them to the Twins. He husband said he understood. Like Shae he looked as if he did not quite believe her.
Sansa bundled up and stayed in the carriage when they arrived at the Twins. As they entered the courtyard she heard the fanfare of the welcoming party. When Tyrion exited the carriage to receive their welcome Sansa crouched as far back into the carriage as she could and kept her traveling hood over her head. Still she was sure she could feel their eyes on her.
"I welcome you to the Twins Lord Tyrion." Someone said in a raspy voice.
"I accept; and please allow me to thank you in advance for your generous hospitality Lord Frey."
At the name Sansa flinched and a way of hatred flowed over her. This was him; this was the man who had murdered her family! She hated him more than she had felt it was possible for one person to hate another. She wanted to charge out of the carriage and attack him with her bare hands but she didn't. She had to be calm and think of a plan, she couldn't risk getting caught by acting irrationally.
"And where is your lovely young wife?" Walder said.
"Alas," Tyrion said with a note of false regret; "She is not feeling well. Nothing serious, just over tired. Though I fear she will be unable to attend the feast tonight. Please allow me to apologize in advance."
"Think nothing of it." Walder said with a tone of false joviality. "After all, some say that feasts here are not good for those from the Stark family." At this he and those around him laughed.
Sansa had thought she had hated him before but what she felt now drowned it a roiling sea of hatred. To the hells with caution! She did not care about being caught or consequences! Walder Frey was going to die! More than that, he was going to suffer!
That night she remained in the rooms provided for them while her husband attended the feast. At last he returned. Knowing him she offered him wine and offered some to Shae as well. After they drank it she kept them talking until the essence of nightshade she had put in their cups took effect.
After sleep took them she went to Shae's room and put on one of her dresses, after which she placed the bottle of nightshade, which she had tied to a cord, round her neck and hid it inside the dress. Returning to the common room she went to the sleeping Shae and took her knife and tided it to her own thigh. Going into the room she shared with her husband she took one of the numerous bottles of wine he had brought along. She then took a deep breath and walked out into the hallway.
Author's Notes: Hey everyone sorry it has been so long, I will try to have the next one ready sooner. Just so you know, the next chapter is one of the reasons this story is rated M. There will be blood if you don't like that just skip over it. Anyway please keep praying for Shawn, persecuted Christians, Saeed Abedini, an American pastor jailed in Iran; and everyone else who needs it, including Amir Hekmati, an American in poor health also being held in Iran, and the Us as it seems we may be in for a rough time. Also for the girl who lost both parents three other family members in Colorado, Gracie Johnson, and the missing hikers in Washington, Alejandrea Wilson and Kristopher Zitzewitz. Bye for now and may Jesus bless you all.