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298 AC
Twins
"And where pray tell is Lord Bolton will he not be attending the joining of your mother's house and mine?" Walder Frey mocked
the unknowing Robb asking a question he knew the answer to.
Walder Frey, or the late Walder had knew well that Lord Domeric Bolton was already marching his army north to hide in the outskirts of the stark camps . And when the killing starts on tomorrow's night, they'd know the right time to attack.
And with the his four thousand Frey soldiers along with the bolton lord's three thousand against the wolf king's five thousand. The Stark forces would be decimated, and caught off Guard in the climax of the celebrations when a many were drunk there was no doubt of victory. Silence and surprise would be their ally tomorrow and they'd execute it with brutal precision.
"Lord Bolton is but less than a day's ride away, he was charged to defend the south and hold Harrenhal with his forces, and he'll join us tomorrow before returning to his duties after the wedding", Robb stated as a matter of factly.
"Oh I see…. Well wether he's here or not the red will flow and the songs will be sung", Walder chuckled knowing the true meaning of his dark words.
To which Robb accepted as the musings of an old man.
Yet unbeknownst to the old fossil, Lord Bolton wasn't planning to betray only the Stark's tomorrow. The Frey household would also see themselves betrayed by their ally.
The letters and emissaries exchanged to bring this plan to fruition was all but a farce to Lord Domeric. The man had planned since day one to betray the betrayer, he had planned and played both Walder and Robb like fiddles, misleading and blinding them in deception and deceit.
Their judgments of him were clouded by what he wanted them to believe and now they'd pay the price for their ignorance.
A carrot and a stick.
Lord Walder Frey wanted to be the Warden of the Riverlands for as long as one could remember and now that he got the opportunity, he'd not give it away. King Robb had become week his men disillusioned by his rule, and his forces had been reduced to a sum that could never hope to go against the Tyrell-Lannister alliance. If house Stark was gonna fall then the frey would not join the losing side and so the decision was made.
Treachery to power, or loyalty to death.
And the so lord of the Twins had chosen…..
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Beyond the Wall
Skirling Pass
"The King Beyond the Wall…. long have I waited to meet you." Captain Mathias says as he squared up mance rayder with his eyes.
"Cant say I have the same optimism as you …. child stealer or would you prefer the grey ghost?", Mance says as he turned to look at the man that had been responsible for a many raids on the far western coastal wildling clans.
" You injure me king beyond the wall, I steal no child nor women, I merely save them and bring them to the haven you all so seek", Mathias responded with a frown.
Tormund spat at that.
"Well you do leave behind a ashen trail wherever you trot and my people have not taken kindly to you harassing",
"Your people?" Mathias raised an eyebrow.
"Your people do harm to each other more than I ever could. And thats why you had become the king beyond the wall wasn't it? To bring them together and away from danger. And with no doubt you have done a good job uniting these lot under your roof, but not all as i've seen….A pity that is though", He says the last bit mournfully.
"You'd better watch your mouth you southern cunt", Lord of Bones rumbled as he drew nearer to the ship captain.
"Back off Lord O' bones", Mance uttered rather calmly, to which the man listened, but not before scoffing.
"Yet the unasked question still remains, what a smuggler would want from me much less to wade so far north from the coast into danger?" Rayder says.
"Well….. we want what you want you want. He knows and he wishes to help you, it wont be free but he will help you when the time is right?"
"And who is this he?" Mance asks
"Whenever he is ready he will let you know, but he remembers seeing you at winter fell when the King Robert arrived and he remembers watching you hide in disguise as a bard"
Mance went wide eyed at his words.
"Be clear and tell me who this man is!?" He all but threatened.
"I am not at luxury to say now but I'll tell you when my lord wishes it so."
"I can cut the answer out of you if you don't wish to speak you southron piece of shit" Tormund stated as he drew his knife.
" I am ready to die for my lord wildling and I am ready to take you with me on that journey but are you ready to die for yours", he threatened even though his weapons were taken from him earlier.
He was amongst Lord Bolton's chosen, blessed by powers beyond supernatural and before these cunts could bring him down he'd kill a many of them with his bare hands if need be.
Observing his resolve Mance said nothing for a second though his words had him thinking hard. Who could said man have been, there were dozens of lords at winterfell yet among them one of them had saw him and recognized him, yet how could they have known who he had been unless they were apart of the night's watch. Yet the man here mentioned that he was a lord giving the implication that he was no man of the night's watch. Members of the night's watch held no titles nor lands.
"And what does your lord propose?" Mance entertained him
"For now. Just resources lumber, Ice and furs that you seem to have much in abundance of in exchange he'll provide food as we do your eastern friends at Hardhome and in the future passage through the wall",
'It couldn't be', Mance Rayder exclaimed mentally after realizing.