Vitoria Martell had one goal in her life: gain revenge for the murder of her aunt and cousins.
𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚗. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚗. 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔. Those were the names on her list (in no particular order) and that's why she sees the com...
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Time was a luxury, Vitoria was learning. She was running the castle with Luwin's help, while they used the opportunity to teach Bran how to deal with ruling. There were considerably less issues to be dealt with with most of the men marching south, but she was trying to make this a learning opportunity for the boy.
Yet, with the toll this pregnancy was taking on her body, she was stretched thin in trying to run the castle, care for the children and trying not to worry about Robb marching South. To top things off, the spare wolf the men had found months ago had attached himself to her and was now following her around the keep. She did not quite know what to make of her new companion.
The castle felt lonely. Months ago, it had been filled with the shrieks from the wolf pups and their owners. Her daughters and Rickon running behind their two wolves while Artos toddled behind them unsteadily. Sansa yelling at Arya for one thing or the other, while Catelyn scolded Bran for climbing. Now it was quiet.
It was obvious to her that while Bran was trying to grow up too fast, Rickon and her girls were soaking in whatever time they had left to be carefree children. To her chagrin, Bran and Rickon had become fond of the wilding woman. But at the very least the woman did not seem to wish them harm. That brought her some comfort.
She had moved her children into her rooms, sharing the bed with her daughters while Artos slept in a cot next to the bed most of the time. But some nights she would feel the need to hold him close against her chest while her daughters slept beside them. She needed the reassurances that they were there, as the bed would often feel empty without Robb wrapping his hand around her or their legs being entwined with one another.
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The Northern camp moved gradually, but had to stop at the Twins. Despite Walder Frey being a bannermen to Catelyn's father, he was reluctant to aid them. And the close relationship he'd had with Tywin Lannister over the years was not helping matters.
They needed a way across and they needed it now. Which was what led Catelyn to enter the Twins with the intention to broke a deal that would be beneficial to both sides. The meeting had been long and the men were becoming more anxious.
"Well, what did he say?"
"Lord Frey had granted your crossing. His men are yours, as well. He will keep a small number to hold his keep and protect the crossing," Catelyn informed them all, but she did not state the terms. She wished she could speak about it privately to her son.
"What does he want in return?"
"You will be taking his son as your squire with hopes of a knighthood." She started off with the one that was the least impactful. "Arya will marry his son when they both come of age."
"No." Her son's voice was firm.
"Robb, this is necessary."
"No. Vitoria is in charge of her betrothal and she will marry Edric Dayne and become Lady of Starfall," he said firmly. "She can't be promised to a Frey if she is already betrothed."
