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Mable had been ever so pleased when she was invited to tag along behind the Tully's to the wedding. The Mudd's rode nearby, but it was nearly impossible to get a word in with the rush of travel. The padding of her boots made her weary, warn, and miserable. Mable had no rank among the Frey's. If she had the Tully's still would never have loaned her so much as the dirt from there boots. The Frey were no one to the Tully's after the Red Wedding. Mable strode next to her old mistress the young Lady Tully. It could be the day her hand is given away and she was chatty as her Lady always had been. The handmaidens at her side had first not recognized the scarred warrior until Mable spoke. It had taken all of the handmaidens just to allow Mable close to them let alone her mistress. 

Steffon has hoped through his daughter the Tully's could be reasoned with about the Mudd's. The two families stood at the brink of war after Malkar had assassinated there entire family save one man. The Mudd's had responded by threatening to destroy the Frey's. Mable needed to help the Lord see that her twin had nothing to do with her. The scar across Mable's face twinged with annoyance at the very thought. 

In spite of the trouble Mable truly loved her home marveling in the wild creatures that had appeared in it's many areas. At the gates in a sign of uncommon loyalty the Frey's allowed free passage to all Northern Lord's. The soldiers only had to pay a copper a regiment. When most Frey had ruled such a deal was completely unheard of. A gold piece for every man, woman, and child was the old way. In the need for an army Steffon had still lowered the price to a copper. It would be improper to explain to a dragon rider that there wedding was ruined by greed.

In truth Mable feared two things in her life. The wrath of Dragon's and the wrath of Arya Stark. The shadow of the king was a living legend in the Frey's house. A rumor had it she'd killed almost all of the one hundred descendants herself. Arya had killed more Frey's in others then there were Frey's. It was easily shocking to hear that the Tully's would of course wait for the Warden of the North riding in together. Theon came first his black army wandering in many away from the wall for the first time. It was likely many wouldn't be going back either. It was lucky then as the wolves and giants came into view no one dared flee. The winged wolf was approaching with his sister's. Mable wondered if it would be rude to bow to him so as the Starks and Northmen passed Mable bowed obediently.     

It was midday on the last day of marching the dragon's city came into view. A fool might see the Red Keep as beautiful. Mable could only see it as a feeding ground for ten hungry dragons who flew above them. The Tully's needed to get in formation for there dramatic entrance to Mable was asked to wait for her cousin's forces. The Tully banner men had laughed at the very idea. A true Frey hadn't set foot in the Red Keep since rumors of her cousin Steffon the second had fled crying from the dragon's wrath. Mable knew her cousin wouldn't bare the comment any mind. The sight of her new shield with her house symbol made many spit at her. It was honestly rather refreshing after such a long days march. Mable had been sent here to meet up with the other Frey's and complete her two missions. The Tully's were not to march on the Frey's if she could prevent it and to make sure absolutely nothing happens to the King's children while a Frey is in the Red Keep. Steffon had been extremely clear that it was her job to guard the cradles of the Targaryen's.

Mable knew the hardest step of this would be gaining permission to near the guards to the cribs to join them. Mable instead chose a cautious route walking with the performers into the keep and making her way towards the nursery. Mable nearly laughed when she saw the entire row of gold cloaks guarding the hallway in all direction. It was clear these kids weren't who Steffon worried for unless Malkar had brought an army. In a panic Mable scanned the east seeing nothing. The golden fields were stretched with lavish forces of merchants, but not bandits. A sad realization came that she'd come for nothing. Steffon wouldn't need her here the only thing of worth was the tourney. The best Mable could be is the last place prize these thoughts raced through her head as she passed a strange sight indeed. 

A single man with a dirty cloak was also surveying the room holding something green in his hand. Mable knew nothing about the orb, but Steffon's orders were crystal clear in this case. Mable walked past him gently taking the orb in passing the fire inside going out. Mable could feel her skin crawl recognizing and hating magic. The man had barely turned when Mable pulled him inside driving a spear through his stomach. A vulture was tattooed on his shoulder. Mable smirked as his eyes went blank. She knew her targets kill anyone bearing a black skull tattoo. Mable gently broke the dragon glass the object worthless to her. Mable was no assassin however quickly reporting the scene to the gold cloaks. "There are men in the keep with the Skull's mark can you spread the word?"

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Jenn had a simple mission. It was to watch the young Lord Rhaegar Targaryen "The dumb dragon", but she'd already failed. Jenn had spent the morning working with the servants. Jenn polished all the armor, helped cook the food, and set up the pavilion. It would be her blood sweat and tears that would go into aiding the young man. Jenn had volunteered to fetch the youth his water to prevent any enemies from poisoning it. Jenn wasn't trusted instead being asked to find him a suitable horse. A week later the diplomat found the perfect horse only to be told the prince had chosen one long before then. It was part of her life in King's Landing that she would try to work the hardest to help gain respect for her Lord only to be made a fool of by others. Jenn knew however that the time for that was over for them. Jenn had wrote to her Lord. The Frey's of old had perished with the first family all hail the second family. Jenn nearly saluted the training kicking in, but repressed it. Jenn was setting up a large area for the dragons to watch the tourney. It would be a grievous insult not to include them in the fun. Jenn wore a simple blue dress with the symbol of her house on the back. 

When Jenn worked it was alone the thread placed in each dragon's color food assembled for them. Jenn was one of the few non Targaryen's who dared feed there dragons. The majority hunted, but the younger needed something brought to them. Jenn hummed warmly her mind on Lady's and Lord's fighting for a woman's hand or to honor a prince in the arena. Jenn worked from before sunrise to midday on the decorations as servants poured out to prepare giving her a wide berth. When it was done she hurried back in to help bring out the food. Jenn set up the tents happily excited that her lord would be returning for her. It was time he'd sent for Jenn to many assassins lived in the Riverland's for her taste. 

Jenn stood at her masters plate horrified and disappointed when neither Steffon or Lady Mable took there seat for the wedding. Jenn instead gave the gift to the courier the other River Lords looking unsurprised at the absence. A story had been spread years ago that Steffon had fled Jon after trying to kiss Lord Tyrion out of fear. A rumor she'd later been blamed for starting to guilt the Lannister's into aiding them. Jenn had been amazed that of all the traitors to be punished the Lannisters were still on top. 

Jenn could tell thought he love both felt was long and deep. It was a glorious day for the kingdom. It even held rumors of new eggs with the possibility of dragon's making a full comeback. The idea had lead to a small amount of jokes about trying to smash the eggs. A few servants were executed that day for the threat. The topic was then absolutely closed for discussion. Jenn bowed to the king and princes as they passed keeping her eyes lowered from the light pleased the dragons were enjoying the food knowing more would need fetching. In truth a servants work was never done even a diplomats. Jenn hurried to the wagon hoping the dragon's would check for her before biting.

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A long time ago Walder Frey was deemed Walder the late for arriving late to a major battle in Robert's rebellion. Steffon knew that he'd be late, but Steffon lead a party behind the host to attack the forces of Malkor that would be attacking the north after the men left. The small party headed towards Riverun was no doubt spotted by the Tully's. Steffon knew an attack was expected from him, but instead rode out. A black two towers with a background of fire emerged from the opposite ride of Riverrun. Malkar was easily tempted all the men had rode south and his lieutenant was given the orders. The lieutenant had marched out to sack Riverrun and offense that wouldn't go unanswered. A Frey was never known in all westeros history to ride into battle. If Malkar was the first it was Steffon who was the second. A Mace in hand and plate armor on the Frey forces battled the mountain men without mercy. 

The forces slammed together fiercely the horses trampling the mountain men as Steffon leaped off swinging at the main enemy braining him. Steffon stood tall his armor that of the Frey's as he marched forward wielding the two handed Maul with malicious ease. The Frey force was twice the size of what Malkor had sent. The mission was to butcher the Tully's families not hold the keep. Steffon roared his disgust at the few of his subjects he saw killing them personally. Steffon received two arrows in his left shoulder. The injury wasn't critical so Steffon refused to stop. The Maul shattered chests, shields, and weapons of any kind Steffon swung at. The Frey's lost quite a few horses in the massacre. It was Steffon however alone who met the messenger from house Tully who greeted him.

Steffon said quickly "We'd heard rumors, but the messengers weren't fast enough I'm leaving my men outside Rivverrun to guard it from these bastards. A Frey will never rule that accursed castle while I live." Steffon without further comment to the poor messenger turned to his own captain "I want a twenty four hour report sent to them and scouts in the surrounding area. I will take twenty men and ride to the wedding to tell Lord Tully and King Jon. If the Tully's request us to leave do so without question." The captain gave a salute as a twenty man honor guard joined Steffon as he rode hard south. The knights around him were ecstatic. The win seemed to energize them, but the horses could only be pushed so hard. Steffon let them drink that night at camp keeping watch himself. when asked he simply put "I was a solider before a lord and before that I was only a serving boy to Aemon. I held his gear when he trained occasionally his sparing partner if his brothers were to busy. I kept the girls entertained by singing to them or reading. I've worked many areas and know one thing. You're never to good to do something kind." 

The knights were happy to follow him on this mad adventure. There Lord worked with them not above them showing appreciation for hard work and mercy for errors. The group still only made it an hour late to the wedding. A cue had formed up, but Steffon could see King Jon speaking to a group of thugs. Steffon was charging before the lead Man's head flew off. The sight of brigands surrounding his king was not what Steffon meant by "No problems at the wedding" A few of the men heard his roar as Steffon lunged forward braining the closest brigands the Jon. A sight never scene and unheard of befell the stunned crowd as the Frey's dispatched the Brigands. A squad of Frey's stood there battle worn, tired from travel, and with the blood of armed men on there weapons. 

Steffon was no fool dropping to one knee with his knights before Jon awaiting judgement "My apologizes my Liege first for missing the wedding and second for denying you the pleasure of slaughtering those fools yourself." Steffon kept his eyes on Jon's feet.
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