Chapter 94:

Chapter 94:

Author Note: UwO

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The Twins or more commonly known as the Crossing was magnificent, I know the lord leading them is a piece of shit but the castle and seat of House Frey is quite the sight.

"We are here my King," Ned informed me, he had repeated in the trip over a hundred times that I had to be cautious with Lord Frey because he only played for his own benefit, not shit Sherlock.

"I know," I nodded, seeing the Frey's castle from afar, so far I could note that their castle consisted of two near-identical towers that were considerably bigger and a fortified bridge over the Green Fork of the River Trident, which made it almost impossible to cross to the south without paying them, quite a smart tactic of the Frey's predecessors to rise in power to be honest.

After all, they made the The Twins represent the only crossing point over the Green Fork for hundreds of miles in either direction. Turning their entire castle in a barrier to travelers and merchants traveling from the North to the western Riverlands.

And while you can go around it would be quite the trip...Moving from one point to the other while avoiding the Twins would require an absurdly lengthy detour of hundreds of miles to the south or hazardously traversing the bogs and swamps of the Neck to the north. Like I said the Frey that had this idea was a genius.

Too bad that what It took three generations to build in six hundred years would fall under my iron fist, the Frey's were unfortunately for them unimportant and brought more problems that helped, so I would have to erase them from the nobles houses.

"It seems they were waiting for, intriguing," Oberyn smiled, as I turned my attention to the gates, and like Oberyn said, it seems they knew I was coming and were expecting me, because a few men were coming out towards me in horses, Lord Frey among them.

"I wonder what plot is cooking that old bastard," I chuckled.

"Well whatever it is will end with him screaming and us laughing," Oberyn smiled making me laugh, while Ned and Jon sighed in disapproval.

"I won't kill people for fun, but that doesn't mean that when they do deserve to be killed I won't enjoy it," I smirked as the self righteous duo.

"Amen to that," Oberyn nodded.

"I take that as a no then," Walder Frey said, showing his real disgusting self for the first time.

"Absofuckinglutly!" I growled, breaking the table between us in two with a punch, "I won't force them to marry, and even if I did it wouldn't be with your family,"

Walder Frey stood silent for a second, impressed by my display of raw strength, "Very well, I suppose if we can't do that, you can pay the toll, one million gold dragons for a year of passage sounds fair?"

"Yes," I smiled, knowing full well that after this failure he was going back to his original plan, killing me on the feast.

"See you tomorrow at the feast," Walder Frey smiled at me.

"I wouldn't miss a party like that," I smiled back.

[Oberyn Martell POV]

When Ronard had returned from his meeting with Lord Frey he was agitated, I had learned to read his body language, for safety reasons. Ronard was possibly one of the best man to hang out with when he is happy, but angry he is a fucking natural disaster.

"I take it the old man pissed you off?" I inquired, and Ronard smiled at that, as he started to fill his round table of what had happened.

Lord Frey wanted to marry one of his sons and daughters to Ronard's heirs, and our benevolent King rejected, and frankly who wouldn't, that old bastard is nothing but trouble, but what made my night was that Ronard's suspicions were right. His spy inside the castle had informed him that Lord Frey would strike during the feast when we were unarmed, and that this meeting was to see if he could get a bigger slice of cake, and once he didn't get what he wanted well here we are.

"Well, well, well, now this is a real party," I smiled holding my spear tight.

"To think he would go that far breaking the guest rights. Where is the honor?" Ned muttered.

"So what do we do?" Jon inquired.

"We destroy him and his house," Ronard smirked at us, "I will make sure no one ever remembers house Frey after tomorrow,"

"Sounds delightful," I smirked.