Thread: Wolf Takes All || baadbaarbie & HoldTheDoor

Robb Stark was well aware of the rumours surrounding the girls of the Twins. Some said they were a withered and ugly as the man who was their ruler, others were a little more generous in their appraisal yet none had ever said their existed a Frey that was fit for a king. Whilst Robb didnt usually go with the word of the common tavern goer, surely that many people couldn't be wrong? If it wasn't for the strategic location and the need to pass the Twins without trouble, or the men that Walder had promised him, Robb wouldn't of been about to take a Frey's hand in marriage. He had proven many times in this campaign that he would do whatever it took to see the Northern houses restored to their proper standing and his father avenged. That's why he had been proclaimed King of the North by his men, if there was one thing his father had taught him it was honour and loyalty served a man well. Robb tread the path more lightly than his late father, after all it was his honour that had landed his head on a spike in King's Landing. They had arrived at the Twins a few hours before sundown, but it took time to set up a camp for the amount of men that now followed his cause. Once the tents had been set up and the food and drink were flowing, Robb and a trusted group of his close advisors had mounted their horses and made for the castle. Caitlyn had joined them, as a sound advisor and the only family that remained with him on this trip he saw no reason to reject her company. As they approached the castle, squires presented themselves to take charge of the horses and ensure they were well fed and cared for. Their travelling cloaks and furs also taken to be kept safe, dry and warm. Another young squire presented himself to them. King of the North, Lord Frey has instructed me to bring you to throne room at once. He sees no reason to delay when an evening of good food and drink waits. The squire spoke low, bowing his head even lower in a sign of respect. Well on that I would confer with Lord Frey, do as he has bid and take us to the throne room young squire. Robb retorted, his deep voice filled with northern dialect. At once they followed the young squire into the castle, luckily the Twins wasn't a major kingdom and its castle reflected that. Before too long they had arrived at a pair of great wooden doors, the squire asking them to wait before he departed to inform his Lord of their arrival. Only a few moments later the doors swung open and light flooded the hallway they were in. After a few moments to gather his bearings Rob strode forward. I thank your house for your hospitality. I'm sure you're aware a Northerner values honour and curtesy in these troubling times. Robb spoke loudly, his powerful voice travelling across the hall perfectly. I share your desire to not waste time that could be better spent. For this evening there is much to be discussed, ale to be drunk and families to be joined. Robb continued, making it clear he had remembered what he had promised and he was here to fulfill that. His keen eyes scanned the throne room, yet they kept coming back to one woman. She stood next to her Lord, but she was far more beautiful than any Frey girl could possibly be. He tried to make sure his eyes didn't linger on her, but he struggled, completely ensnared by her the beauty her face possessed and the curves of her body so well displayed in that dress. Robb walked the floor leading to the throne slowly, allowing all assembled to see him in his full glory. His furs and armor shining in the fire light as he strode to the throne, his body broad and powerful. He could of commanded the heart of most women in the realm, but he was promised to choose one of Frey's girl, if that was to be his fate he would at least make sure good stories were told of this day. As Robb approached the throne he knelt on one knee and lowered his head. He claimed to be king of his own lands, not of any others. My Lord, I've come as you asked. So let me ask, bluntly and honestly, which woman do you wish to be my betrothed? Or if by your grace you allow me a choice, who is eligible for my hand? Robb questioned, raising his head as he studied Walder before rising to his feet. He had extended all of the needed respect and curtesy, now it was time for the business and politics that accompanied these kind of meetings.