Wyllim looked by Aris, casting a glance towards Roose Bolton who stared hungrily towards Aris, almost like he was hungry for her blood. Aris looked between the two men feeling uncomfortable with Roose Bolton staring at her.
Wyllim took Aris' hand and pulled her from her from her seat and crossed the hall towards Russyl. "What's happening?" she questioned worriedly.
"We're not sure ourselves." replied Russyl eyeing each man in the room. Aris looked over her shoulder to see Robb and Talisa sharing affectionate kisses and words between themselves. She didn't understand what was wrong.
Catelyn noticed the doors closing and the servants leave the room in a hurry, she crossed her eyebrows looking around the hall, wondering what exactly was happening. What caught her attention was when the band above the long table on the balcony's began to play the score of the Rains of Castamere.
"You're grace!" called Walder Frey catching the attention of Robb who turned away from his wife. Talisa and Catelyn returned to her seat at the table while Robb remained standing between the tables.
"I feel like I've been... remissed, In my duties. I've given you meat, wine, and music, but I haven't shown you the hospitality you deserve. My king has married and I owe my new queen a wedding gift."
Catelyn noticed the look on Roose Bolton's face, his beady eyes travelled down to his arm that rested on the table.
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Winter Is Our Fury
FanfictionWhen the snows fall and the white winds blow; the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. Aris Stark, eldest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark is thrown out into the world. Forced to survive a long way from home in a foreign land. Forced to play t...