The Price for the Crossing

MAYA

Maya Frey was positively sure that things could not become more chaotic at the Twins, but she was proved wrong. Since the very moment Lord Walder Frey had informed all of his daughters and granddaughters that one of them was to marry King Robb Stark, all of the girls seemed to have been awestruck at the idea of the prospect of leaving the Twins and becoming the future Lady of Winterfell.
Maya had thought not to get her hopes up. What business did she have marrying a stranger anyway? Hadn't she always wanted to marry for love? The longer she thought on it,she decided that all she ever really wanted was to leave the Twins, no matter how she had to do it. Maybe all of the others do,too, Maya wondered.
Being in the presence of Roslin and Amerei seemed to damage Maya's self-esteem even more than usual. Both girls were lovely to Maya. Neither of them had ever been rude or nasty towards her in any way whatsoever. They don't have to be, Maya thought. Being around them is enough to realize that I'll never be as beautiful as them.
Roslin Frey was petite and shy, but gorgeous beyond measure. Whether it be her brown hair that fell down her back, her brown eyes, or her dazzling smile that revealed the small gap between her front teeth, Roslin had something so classically beautiful about her.
Amerei Frey was her own kind of beautiful. Her chubby face was framed by wild, blonde curls that went just below her shoulders. Roslin was adorably petite, but Amerei was curvy in all the right places. She had wide hips, wider than Maya could ever imagine being lucky enough to have.
  Maya paid no mind to the rest of the lot,she barely knew their names. Living with so many people often prohibited her from forming close relationships with many of her family members, but regardless, she would always have Ami and Roslin. Even Fat Walda was starting to become more distant with her. Possibly because you have to stop yourself from calling her by her nickname at least five times during a short conversation. Who would befriend someone that called them by a name they despised?
  After a luncheon that consisted of barely any of the girls eating much from their plates, Maya's father clapped his hands loudly to gather everyone's attention.
  "My girls, my sweet girls. You lot have a busy day ahead of you. Might I suggest freshening up. You wouldn't want to upset the Young Wolf, would you?" Maya looked around as many of her cousins and aunts started viciously shaking their heads up and down.
  Even though Maya was far from being finished with her food, the servants stole her plates away regardless. Maya's face dropped. Why should she have to give up meals just to look slimmer for a man she could live without? She needed food, she didn't need to look like Robb Stark's dream girl.
   Clearly, the other girls were not nearly as upset over their food being stolen away from them. Serra, Sarra, Freya, and Marianne all rose from their seats and walked away giggling with one another. Even Arwaya and Derwa seemed to be excited to doll themselves up.
  Nonetheless, Maya gathered her skirts in her hands and walked down the corridor with Roslin on her left and Ami on her right. Ami didn't say much about the prospect of being married off, other than that she hoped Robb Stark was more attractive than the direwolf he was known to always have by his side. Roslin, however, seemed thrilled. She began spinning in circles and talking of how exciting weddings were, how she'd love a new dress, of how handsome Robb Stark must be, and of how Queen Roslin Stark could flow easily off one's lips.
It does sound quite lovely, Maya considered. Maya Stark. Queen Maya Stark. It just didn't sound right to Maya. Maya Frey, that's who she was, that's who she would always be.