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AU MEME: Sansa Stark meeting with the Freys

Sansa Stark was the one who sat at the table, but Alayne Stone was who the Freys saw, her woollen hood was fastened tight; hiding her hair below. Walder gave her a look, Alayne gave a look back at him, smiling pleasantly.

“So, miss Alayne Stone,” Walder Frey started, he sat high above the tables in the hall on his stone throne, “I’ve decided to accept your offer of marrying with one of my sons, when you came here yesterday asking for a hand in marriage from one of my own, I was taken aback I must admit. But, I’ve laid out this beautiful feast, as to say yes!”

Sansa held the truth beneath her tongue, instead letting Alayne speak out. “Thank you my lord, my men and I shall gladly accept your banquet. I look forward to meeting my man.”

Walder shuffled in his chair, ordering the food to come out onto the dozens of long tables throughout the room. Sansa sat somewhat close to Walder, a few steps below his high raised stone platform. Her men were all in position, just as planned. This was Harry’s first true test and he has played along well, it was just what she wanted.

Everyone tucked into their food, the roasts melted with butter and the grease, the vegetables were spread far and wide with bread and soup accompanying every meal. Sansa wanted to start now, she sipped the rest of her ripe tomato soup and pushed back her chair. The Freys turned to face her, as she shuffled her long winter cloak a little, walking up towards the seat of Walder Frey.

“Why, a kiss?” Walder asked, putting forward his wrinkled old cheek as she kissed it. They shared another look. He thanked her but signalled for her to go back to her bench and finish her food. She did not. 

“You know, it is not considered very polite to kill your house guests in your own home, my lord?” Sansa asked, slowly slipping the hood. Walder gazed for a moment, his tongue looked all tangled with rage and fury.

“What is the meaning of this? Do I need to be reminded of the Starks yet again?”

“You do.” Sansa’s voice was stone cold as she revealed her long auburn locks, her eyes locked onto his own, letting Alayne’s cloak slip from her body she revealed a silky velvet dress, it was beautiful. “But what I wish to ask is: is it also considered rude for the guests to murder the host?”

Walder tried to push himself away, but it came too fast. The knife slid from under her sleeve, it caught on his throat and the feel of it was chilling. He felt everything leave him then, the blood dripping from his neck, his mouth, his nose. “You killed my mother, my brother, and their men, I have come for your life, Lord Walder Frey. For I am the heir to Winterfell, and future Queen in the North, Sansa of house Stark. And this, would have been my mother’s final wish.”  

The Frey’s all hastily stood from their feast then, heading for Sansa, but were all stopped by Harry’s men. Their blades and lances holding them down or wrapped round their necks, keeping them in place.

Sansa turned then after Walder had coughed the last of his life, “Kill them all,” she said with no remorse, “let no Frey live, KILL THEM ALL!” 

(via mixingtheblues)