The crossed rose: The War of the Five Kings - GoT - R.S.

"As Queen Dahlia said, you have our thanks, Lord Frey, for all the time and space and food you have so kindly offered us and our men. However, as you well know, there is still a war raging outside these walls and we have spent enough time away from it." Robb said and one glance at Lord Frey's face let them both know the man did not appreciate the change in subject. "The men are growing restless and if we mean to march on, doing so as soon as possible would be best."
"I see." Lord Frey grimaced. "So you are leaving then?"
"With the men we were promised." Dahlia spoke up, to which Lord Frey turned to her with a frown. "30,000 at the least."
"30,000 men?" Lord Frey scoffed. "Do you mean to leave this castle unguarded?"
"No." Dahlia shook her head. "I just mean to take as many men from you as I can to aid in the war while still leaving behind enough numbers to protect the Twins."
"I cannot give you 30,000." Lord Frey said.
"You can." Dahlia argued back, her whole body tensing when she realized she would have to fight her father for the men she had been promised by him. Because of course she would. Never trust a Frey was what they said, wasn't it? "I know you can. And you will. Because that was what I was promised if I gave you a marriage and Harrenhal."