Marienne's Game Of Thrones- Robb Stark

Never Trust A Frey

Next to Snow stands a boy who towers over me, and I'll admit- his face is pretty easy on the eyes. He also has curly hair but not as wild as his half-brothers, and I felt like a giggling little girl as he kisses my hand. My cheeks redden as I blush, his eyes glancing towards mine as he still holds my hand.

"Robb Stark, and what must your name be?" He asks, and I am aware my hand is still in his.

"Marienne Fortitudo." I clap in my head as I manage to say my name without a stutter, this boy has truly done something to me.

He raises his eyebrow just as Cersei did earlier, "Fortitudo? You're a long way from home."

Melissa calls my name as I snap out from my day dream. I cannot stop thinking of Robb, I have not seen him in so long.

"We are so close, but yet so far." Melissa moans from her stolen horse, as she looks down at the map.

We tread slowly, having just passed the Eyrie a mere hour before, and my home Marhal an hour before that. But there is nothing for me in Marhal, only a mother who sent me away.

"Soon we shall be passing the Twins." Melissa says, nose buried in the map. She looks to me.

"We need a toll to pass over Walder Frey's bridge. Do you have any coins on you?" I shake my head, squinting as I see the Twins far in the distance, the size of a tooth.

"Maybe we can trade him something to let us pass into the North?" I say to Melissa, who hums in deep thought.

"It will not end well if we cannot pay the toll. You know the saying, never trust a Frey."

"I know it perfectly well. The Fortitudo's have had a feud with the Frey's that runs far back into our ancestry, so I fear that this will end up in tears." I tell Melissa, who nods curiously.

"We will not reveal your identity then, Marienne. We need to cross this bridge to finally enter the North, we cannot mess it up. We can stop at a nearby village to find coins." She says to me, and we continue to ride in silence.
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"And who do we have that is trying to cross my bridge?" Walder Frey calls, as he sits slumped into his chair, his many daughters in lines around him.

"Melissa Snow and Mary Snow." Melissa replies, as we walk further into the hall. Men stand on guard on the level above us, where a band would normally play for guests. They watch us like hawks, making me feel unsteady as their crossbows are aimed towards us.

The hall fills me with a sense of dread. I do not know why, but it does so. Being in here makes me feel uncomfortable, as if I am standing on blood that is not there.

"Two bastard Northern girls, is it? Do you have the toll?" He asks us, uninterested. He picks at his nails as Melissa pulls out the coin pouch we acquired moments before.

She walks up towards Walder Frey, palm stretched out as she hands him the money.

Before she can place it in his lap, he grabs her wrist with a long bony set of fingers.

"You're a pretty one." He says in a sleazy, croaking voice.

She rips her arm from his grasp, and he glares at her as she hurries back towards me.

His eyes snap from Melissa and onto me. I look to the ground, my cloak covering most of my face and body.

"Come here." He says, in a demanding tone, and I peer up to see him staring at me intently.

I slowly walk towards him, the young girls surrounding him not making a sound.

"Take that cloak off." He instructs, but I stay where I am. If he recognizes me, we will never reach the North.

"If you don't take the cloak off, I will not let you pass through." He says patronizingly.

"Mary, do as he says." Melissa calls from behind me, and I begin to take off the hood.

I look up to him, and he continues to stare at me. "I know you from somewhere, don't I girl?" I shake my head.

"I fear you must be mistaken, Lord Frey." I say in a quiet voice, but he shakes his head, standing up.

He begins to creep towards me, his gaze still dead on me.

"No, I do know you. But where from?"

When I was young, my father travelled from Marhal to visit Walder Frey, to try and end our centuries long feud, and he took me with him. I played with his daughters before Frey kicked us out in a rage.

He shakes his head once again, muttering incoherently to himself as he walks back to his seat, giving up.

"What do you think about all this war business?" He says loudly, to Melissa and I.

"The war has started?" Melissa asks him, looking to me with confusion.

If the war has begun, is Robb still in Winterfell?

"It began months ago, you blithering fools!" Walder Frey roars with laughter at our lack of knowledge, one of his daughters handing him a goblet filled with red wine.

"And the Stark bitch, the mother of the 'Young Wolf'" he says with fingers in the air, "has promised her son to one of my daughters." He says with a triumphant smirk.

My face drops, not from the way he speaks of the Starks, but the promise.

"Robb Stark is to marry one of your daughters?" I say with a shaky voice, unable to comprehend what he was saying.

"Did I not just say that?" He rolls his beady eyes, the creases on his aging face becoming more defined.

"Now, leave and pass through before I change my mind." He dismisses us with a flick of his wrist, and Melissa grabs my arm as we turn to walk out of the Twins.

The door is held open by two more guards, glaring at us as we exit.

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Sorry this isn't that long, but will upload the next chapter today! (And same goes for my Jon snow story!)

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