Of Tangled Kinship
Nineteenth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
Having settled on the informal deal with Black Walder to find him a lordship proportional to his aid both with the Lads and otherwise, you settle down to speak of matters of his House. With the hour growing towards evening you also have Hestior the Lar bring some food and wine—nothing excessive or particularly foreign to Westerosi tastes—mushroom stew with venison and a dry Dornish Red. "Now tell me about the Freys... no, not all of them. We would still be talking when the festival ends, and that would be a pity."
He chuckles with some sincerity behind it yet answers you. It seems not all Freys share their patriarch's notoriously thin skin, at least not when put in such a fine mood.
"I would like to know which of your kin would be most suited for a life of scholarship and a willingness to dedicate themselves to their oaths rather than fall to petty schemes of the kind Lord Frey is said to be so fond of alongside his descendants," you continue, keeping to plain speaking.
"Lord Frey expects great loyalty to the family," Ser Walder counters mildly.
"Which is to say loyalty to him while you all fight for his favor," you counter. "I would like to know who I can count on not to play those sorts of games with magic at their beck and call, for sorcery can do a great many things and it has no will of its own as an armsman or servant might to warn a lord or lady against folly. I do not expect men and women who will forget the bonds of kin and kith, but I do expect competence and common sense at least."
"Men
and women?" The Frey knight swirls the wine in his glass and admires the color in a movement you suspect he has been practicing since it is far more an Essosi custom than a Westerosi one. "I suppose I can see that Benjicot's lot found more witches than wizards and they don't seem to do any worse for it. It'll make it harder for them to catch a husband, though."
Your first impulse would be to point out that any husband that would need to be chased down like the fox in the woods probably would not be worth having, but that is not a point you imagine Black Walder or his great-grandfather would care about. So instead you answer simply: "In Westeros, perhaps, and for a time, but even now there are many Essosi families dreaming of breeding magic back into their own lines. There is much trade to be had with the east and from it wealth and power."
"Alright then," the knight replies. "There's my cousin Walda, Walton's daughter, called "Fair" Walda and not without cause. She has a sharp wit and I imagine a will for witchery. There's Robert Frey, Ser Raymund's eldest. He has a temperament to be sent off to the Citadel I reckon, but he hasn't been sent off yet. His brother Malwyn mayhaps even better, he was an apprentice in the Alchemist's Guild for a few months before it burned down. Barely made it out of King's Landing alive, but that doesn't seem to have scared him off it. Tyta, Lord Frey's last daughter by Alyssa Blackwood, isn't the sharpest, but she'd probably be grateful for the rest of her days for getting out of the Twins in a way that isn't being passed off to a passing hedge knight crossing the bridge..."
He pauses to ease his throat with a bit of wine before continuing his recounting of his kindred. "Perwyn is eight-and-ten already, though he hasn't taken his knight's vows yet. You might be able to get away with trying to get him as a squire, and his brother Willamen is another one who's thinking of going to forge a chain. He's a preachy little git though, so you might want to beat that out of him if you want to teach him magic."
"Beating someone before handing them the power of sorcery is not the safest of endeavors," you point out, keeping your voice and tone perfectly neutral. Walder is too useful to insult over his notions of child rearing.
He does actually seem to think about it at least rather that waving it away. "Fair point. I don't think he's worth taking as a squire either. His brother Olyvar is stubborn as a mule but loyal with it, though. There's the girl... what's her name." He closes his eyes in thought, leaving you momentarily bemused imagining what it would be like to have a family so large you would start forgetting their names. "Roslin, that's it... Pretty little thing. Grandfather is probably keeping her in mind for a good marriage, and unlike 'Fair' Walda she doesn't have a sharp enough tongue that he would would consider sending her off. Not sure what she's like in studies. You'd have to ask her septa. Last of the ones you might want to consider is little Arwyn. She's born to Annara Farring, the current Lady of the Twins. The girl's clever, polite, and with a decent head for letters."
Black Walder's next pause as he eats is longer and more thoughtful, as though he is struggling with something. "Eh... fuck it, I might as well tell you. You wouldn't be one to judge, would you, Your Grace?"
"No," you answer automatically, a touch startled by the sudden urge to confess, but curious to hear it just the same.
"I think she's mine. Not like it was pleasant for her mother to be married off to a man old enough to be her grand-sire, so I consoled her as best I could and... one thing led to another..." Black Walder admits, sounding almost defensive about it, not boastful as you might have expected him to be talking about his conquests in his cups. You rather suspect the knight's feelings towards his lover might be deeper than lust, though perhaps not even he knows it.
"That's entirely understandable in such unfortunate circumstances," you say honestly, though moving very quickly onward lest you be caught in a tangle you have no stake in. "There can be no talk of lordships while the board is still in flux, though the list you presented is a good draft to begin with, bar Riverrun."
"Why spare the trouts?" the Frey knight asks.
"Because it would breed more of the bad blood that made the Riverlands the tangled mare's nest it is today with every house having two grudges for every alliance," you reply truthfully as far as it goes, though the matter of Lord Stark and his Tully wife is also on your mind. "Rest assured, Hoster Tully will be far from
happy with what I have in mind."
"That's something to sell to grandfather as much as gold and fosterings," Black Walder replies.
"I have something far more lasting than gold in mind for the Twins," you assure him.
You make arrangements for Black Walder to meet with some of your Braavosi advisors in order to draw up a comprehensive plan for improvements to all Frey lands, incubating a trade harbor to make up for lost revenue from the bridge once you make other passages and a charter for a new city that will grow up around it.
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Twentieth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
Though Walder and the Braavosi worked through the night and into the next day the plans dropped on your breakfast table are still preliminary lacking much of the polish they will need to be sold to the Iron Bank, but you suspect it will make fine bait just the same.
"What do you have there?" your mother looks up from her food, knowing that even for you having parchments delivered with your morning tea is unusual.
"Bribes of various sorts for Walder Frey," you reply before going on to explain the substance of your proposal and the reasoning behind it.
"It seems even the changing of the world isn't enough to break old Walder's streak of good fortune, is it?" she shakes her head, though more in bemusement than real disapproval.
"Not so long as he keeps his word," you reply, meaning every word. The Lord of the Twins will not be 'late' in your service if he wishes to reap the rewards of it.
As you are going to discuss squirings and fosterings alongside other matters your mother offers to come with you alongside Dany, an offer you gladly take.
The three of you take the chance to fly unseen from Harroway to the banks of the Green Fork. Just as you come within sight of the great stone keeps the thick grey clouds make good their promise of rain, making you glad for the chance to get under a roof... and a solid roof indeed as Walder Frey promised. Looking down on the mass of the twin stone keeps joined by the ancient bridge makes it very clear indeed how House Frey has grown as rich as it has, how it has afforded to act with as much impudence as it had during the Usurpation. One would need two armies to siege the Twins, one from the north and the other from the south. Worse yet the defenders could pick and choose which to sally against making the encirclement only as good as the weaker of the two.
Your mother's words call you from your thoughts. "It would likely be unwise to use the guise of common merchants to enter here. Lord Walder is not the sort of man to take a audience alone with such, making it suspicious for the many... many eyes about."
How do you approach, and which of Walder's relatives do you offer to squire or take into the Scholarum?
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OOC: Yes I know it is implied in canon that Black Walder just slept around, but the person saying it was not exactly kindly inclined towards him, so I took the more humanizing approach of him actually having feelings towards the last Lady of the Crossing.