It didn't take long for them to arrive at the Twins. Grey Wind was running in front of the army, scaring off any threaths. Hera looked at the castle in the distance, frowning as a chill ran down her spine. She never liked Lord Walder Frey, and being in his castle made her feel uneasy.

They arrived at the gate and were welcomed by some of his men, before being escourted into the great Hall, while some of the Stark men remained outside to do as they wished. Hera trailed inside after her husband, ignoring the looks she recieved. She stopped beside Robb, Lady Catelyn and The Blackfish, as they were the ones Lord Frey thought to be most important.

A plate of bread and cheese were being passed around the hall, and when it landed in the arms of Robb, he took a piece of bread before handing it to Hera. She stared at the plate blankly before passing it to Lady Catelyn, who didn't take a bite either.

"My honoured guests," Lord Walder spoke up. "Be welcomed within my walls and at my table."

The man had grown even older since the last time she had seen him, if that was even possible. He was almost ancient, and Hera wondered how he had stayed alive for so long and how long it would take for him to kick the bucket. He didn't really seem happy to see them judging by his stoic face and bored voice. Well, she wasn't happy to see him either, so she guessed they were even then.

"I extend to you my hospitality and protection in the light of the Seven," Lord Frey said while taking a piece of bread from the plate that was passed to him.

"We thank you for your hospitality my Lord," Robb said. "I have come to make my apologies, my Lord, and to beg your forgiveness."

"Don't beg my forgiveness, Your Grace. It wasn't me you spurned. It was my girls," Lord Frey said while gesturing for his daughters to come forward. The girls came out from the shadows in a straight line, all of them keeping their heads down. They were wearing ragged dresses, and their hair were all long and tousled. What Hera noticed first however, were they faces. They all looked frightened, like they didn't want this at all. "One of them was supposed to be queen. Now none of them are."

"This is Arwyen my daughter. My daughter Walda, my daughter Derwa, my daughter Waldra," The Lord paused to chew on the bread in his mouth. "My eldest granddaughters Ginia and Neila. Serra and Sarra, granddaughters, twins. You could have had either. Could have had both for all I care." More chewing. "My granddaughter Marianne. My granddaughter Freya, and my granddaughter Wertha? Waldra? Waldina?"

The girl shook her head with a nervous look on her face. "I'm Mary."

"Fine," Lord Walder drawled. "And here's my youngest daughter Shirei, though she hasn't bled yet. Clearly you don't have the patience for all that."

Robb's mouth opened in surprise as he took a deep breath. Hera however, felt the anger bubbling up inside herself, but she clenched her fists to keep herself from saying something that would do more harm than good.

"My Ladies," Robb spoke to the daughters. "All men should keep their word, kings most of all. I was pledged to marry one of you and I broke that vow. The fault is not with you. Any man would be lucky to have any one of you. I did what I did not to slight you, but because I loved another. I know these words cannot set right the wrong I have done to you and your house. I beg your forgiveness and pledge to do all I can to make amends so the Freys of the Crossing and the Starks of Winterfell may once again be friends."

Hera stared at Walder Frey to see his reaction to Robb's words, and was surprised when he started to slowly clap. His daughters quickly moved back to the sides of the room to make better space. "Very good," Lord Frey applauded him. Suddenly, his eyes flickered to Hera and she felt herself stiffen. "There she is," he spoke, not once breaking eye contact. "Come closer, let me have a look at you."

Hera slowly stepped closer into the middle of the empty space, feeling everyone's eyes burning holes into her head. She bowed respectfully at the Lord before clasping her hands in front of herself, looking him straight in the eye.

"Love," Lord Frey said. "That's what the Starks of Winterfell call it, eh?" he leaned back in his chair while chuckling. "Very honorable, I call it a pretty face. Mmm, very pretty." Hera resisted the urge to snarl at him. "Prettier than this lot, that's for sure," he said loudly while glaring at his daughters. "Very shapely as well. Oh, you try to hide her under that dress." Hera's eyebrows furrowed.

"You wanted to hide her, you shouldn't have brought her here in the first place," he leaned forward in his chair, a smirk on his face. "I can always see what's going on beneath a dress. Been at this a long time. I bet when you take that dress off, everything stays right where it is. Doesn't drop an inch."

His words caused an shiver to travel down Hera's back, and she felt disgusted. What a perverted, old and ugly man.

"Your king says he betrayed me for love. I say he betrayed me for firm tits and a tight fit," he continued with a smirk. His words caused Robb to take a threatening step forward, but Lady Catelyn's arm shot forward to stop him. "And I can respect that. When I was your age, I'd have broken 50 oaths to get into that without a second thought."

"Well, I've enough room in the hall for you lot," he shrugged. Upon his words, Hera quickly walked back to her previous spot, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "We'll set up tents outside with food and ale for the rest of your men."

"Thank you, my Lord," Robb spoke, his eyes narrowed and his whole posture rigid. He was not happy with the way Lord Frey had spoken to his wife.

Walder Frey stood up with a smirk on his lips. "Well, let's get ready. The wine will flow red and the music will play loud, and we'll put this mess behind us."

Hera was just looking forward for this to be over with so she could get away from this horrible man.

-

Candles and lanterns lit up the Great hall from every corner. Hera stood beside Robb on the side which contained the Starks, and the other side of the room contained the Freys. Down the middle was a clear path for the bride and Lord Frey to walk. Hera glanced at Edmure, who seemed like he was about to be sick from nerves.

Suddenly footsteps were heard, and soon Walder Frey and his daughter appeared at the end of the path. Everyone looked back to watch the man and his daughter walk up the aisle. As they got closer, Edmure stepped down to greet them.

They stopped in front of Edmure, and Lord Frey stepped in front of his daughter to remove her veil. Hera couldn't see her face, but she did see Edmure's reaction. His eyes widened in surprise, as the young girl looked up at him. She moved a bit, and Hera then noticed that the girl was incredibly beautiful. She had a very cute face and doe like eyes, and her face was framed by silky brown hair tied back in a braided bun and two braids.

The girl bowed down in front of her future husband. "Lord Edmure," she said, her voice surprisingly calm. "I hope I'm not a disappointment to you."

Edmure gave her a smile before helping the bride up to her feet. "You're a delight to me, my lady," he said this while staring at her like she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection," the septon announced.

Edmure shrugged off his cloak before walking behind the girl and bringing the cloak to her shoulders. Robb and Hera both looked back at Lord Walder who was already looking at them. He was giving them a smug eyeroll, with a smirk on his lips. He was gloating, they realised. Hera huffed before turning back around to watch the ceremony.

Edmure and his bride held their hands together, which the septon started binding together with a ribbon. "In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon each other and say the words."

They turned towards each other, saying the words. "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger..."

"I am his"

"I am hers"

"And he is mine"

"And she is mine"

Hera felt Robb lacing his hand with hers, causing her to smile to herself. "From this day, until the end of my days," finished the now married couple.

The room erupted in applause, while the couple smiled at each other. Hera could see that Edmure was truly happy, and she felt happy for him too.

Soon, the guests were sitting at their tables, waiting for the feast to begin. Whereas everyone seemed joyful and happy, Hera felt the opposite. She was still burdened by the events a week prior, but that was not all. For some reason she had a bad feeling, and she almost felt claustrophobic being in the room. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself, which had little to no effect.

Robb noticed her uneasy state. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she told him with a smile. She didn't want to worry him.

He gave her a smile in return, but she could see that he didn't believe her. Thankfully, he didn't ask again, instead grabbing her hand gently.

"The septon has prayed his prayers," Lord Walder spoke up, causing all attention to move to him. "Some words were said, and Lord Edmure has wrapped my daughter in a cloak. But, they are not yet man and wife. A sword needs a sheath." Upon his words, himself and his men broke into laughter. "And the wedding needs a bedding, what does my sire say?"

The room started chanting, banging ther cups on the table. "TO BED! TO BED! TO BED!"

Robb stood up. "If you think the time is right, Lord Walder, by all means, let us bed them."

The room broke into cheers and loud music. The Frey men and women ran up to the bride and groom and lifted them up, still cheering. The bride was carried out of the hall first, but Edmure wasn't far behind. He was already being undressed by the ladies, and he had a smirk on his lips.

"Careful now, ladies," he chuckled. "Once you set that monster free, there's no caging him again."

The room was cheering loudly and clapping as they were led out from the hall. Hera looked up at Lord Walder Frey who was already looking at her and Robb with an odd smile. She narrowed her eyes and decided that she couldn't stay in the same room as him any longer. He made her feel uncomfortable with his looks, and she couldn't stand it.

"I'm going to get some air," she softly said to Robb. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at her concerned.

"Do you want me to come with you?" he asked worriedly.

"No, it's fine, I won't be long," she said before leaning up to give him a kiss. He kissed back just as passionately. She pulled away and smiled at him before slipping out from the hall.

However, as soon as she was outside, the doors to the great hall closed behind her, making her furrow her eyebrows in confusion. She shrugged it off and walked further away from the castle, where she could stand in peace.

She took a deep breath, enjoying the chill night air. She stood there for a while, before deciding that it was time for her to join the feast again. She started walking towards the Great Hall, but froze once she heard a scream. She quickly ran towards the camp, crunching behind some barrels.

Loud yells were coming from inside the Great Hall, making her worried. What was happening? She was about to move forward when another scream, this time close to her, stopped her. She gasped as she watched a group of Stark men being slaughtered by some Frey men. What the hell was happening?

She spotted Grey Winds cage, which he was trying his best to break out of. The direwolf was restless, growling at the danger occuring. She took a hasty step forward, but stopped as more Frey men appeared. They ran towards the wolf's cage, pointing their crossbows at him. They released the arrows, letting them pierce through the direwolf.

Hera covered her mouth with her hand as she felt tears spilling out from her eyes, running down her cheeks. Her people were being slaughtered. Her eyes then moved to the Great Hall where Robb was, which caused her to start sobbing. She should be there, with him. Instead, she left him there alone. She squeezed her eyes shut in despair, feeling her body shake.

"Find the queen!" someone yelled, causing her eyes to snap open. "Find Hera Nyvell, and don't let her get away!"

Their words were like a slap in the face, and she realised that she wasn't safe there anymore. She had to get the hell away from there, without Robb. The thought made her want to break down and just die at the spot, but she knew she couldn't.

She wiped away her tears, which was no use because they kept appearing. The horses were across the camp, so she had to be careful to not get caught. She held her breath as she waited for an opportunity to move. It took some time, but soon enough, the men seemed to move to the other end of the camp.

She quickly dashed across the camp at a speed she didn't know she possessed, but just when she thought she made it, a hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

She stared in horror at the three Frey men in front of her. She quickly grabbed the knife she always had with her, twirling it around in her hand. She jabbed the one who held her shoulder in the neck with her knife, causing him to choke on his own blood. She took that opportunity to steal his sword.

The two other men charged at her, screaming furiously. She quickly stabbed one of them through the chest, ending his life quickly. The other one grunted as he swung at her, but she stepped away from his blade, causing him to stumble towards her. As he was vulnerable she raised her blade and cut his head from his body. His blood squirted onto her face and dress, making her huff.

When they were dead, she sprinted towards the horses, quickly choosing a brown one before jumping on its back. Just as she was about to ride away, something horrible caught her eye.

"THE KING IN THE NORTH!"

Her eyes widened in horror as she spotted her husband's decapitated and bloody body on a horse, Grey Wind's head sewn on top of his body where his head once was.

"HERE COMES THE KING IN THE NORTH!"

Hera felt like her heart had been ripped out from her chest and crushed multiple times. "Robb," she choked on her words, as her whole world fell apart. The screams of the dying Stark men rung in her ears, and the light from the fire that was ruining their camp stung her eyes. "I love you," she cried, her eyes never leaving Robb's body.

She sniffled before wiping her eyes. She couldn't stay any longer. She took a deep breath before kicking into the horse's side, sending it into a furious gallop. She left the camp and Robb behind, leaving her broken heart behind as well.