Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

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The party was as I had imagined, full of alcohol and other intoxicating substances to keep my men very drunk, making them easy targets. What the old Frey didn't know was that I had told my men about his little plan, and the ones with me inside had orders to pretend to be drinking until the doors to the feist were down, I had also ordered them to hide their weapons, all for dramatic purposes, of course, but that weren't the only orders I gave, because I had other plans for my men outside, knowing his plan to the letter made it easier for me to counter his moves in every step, for one I had already replaced his archers and crossbowmen with mine all while we were pretending to enjoy the party you would be surprised how little sound a man makes when dying if you know where to strike, little by little my men would eliminate his outside making sure to not make any sounds.

And by the moment he decided to end me, all he would have left of his House would be his decrepit arse and his soon to be dead children.

For now, all I had to do was wait, and let things fall into place, nothing more but enjoying the show.

"Your grace," Walder Frey said as he stood up his chair with a cup in his hand, making everybody take a seat except for the members of my round table, Ned, Jon, Oberyn, and of course myself. "I feel I need to do something more to show my appreciation and support to your cause,"

"I'm intrigued... Go on," I smiled, as I looked up seeing the signal from one of my ravens that the men outside the castle were all dead, that was fast.

Walder smiled as he signaled the little men he still had something, "I've given you meat and wine and music but I haven't shown you the hospitality you deserve. My king is too sad you didn't want to form a bridge with us, an alliance,"

"Oh, I see what you did there, a bridge… haha because your house sigil is a bridge," I chuckled, this either triggered the old man or made him see I was seeing through his plot all along.

"Kill them," Walder Frey ordered, tired of my playful attitude.

"I might create another house after I kill yours, Raven House?" I pondered as Oberyn jumped over the table killing a man with a fucking fork, that guy sure is resourceful.

"Finally!" Oberyn laughed pulling two long daggers off…. I don't know

"Where is your Honor!?!" Ned shouted, demanding the old men for an answer as he fought with a short sword barely long enough not to be considered a dagger.

"Honor is worthless," Walder Frey smirked down at us.

"Alright this got boring," I said, snapping my fingers, seconds later arrows started to fly down on the Frey soldiers inside the room, killing one by one.

Frey had a look of shock and terror as he started to put the points together, my attitude, my confidence during all this ordeal, he was old and stupid… but even he knew, now that is, that I had on checkmate since the beginning.

"Don't bother trying to escape," I smiled, "I already took over this castle,"

"We can talk about this your grace," Walder Frey begged getting on his knees, fear, pure and unadulterated despair taking hold of his very core, all the arrogance, confidence, and more he had been showing up until now, completely gone, as if they never were there.

"I think we did," I chuckled patting him on the head, "You wanted my kids, I said no, you tried to kill me," with that I turned to my friends, "Am I missing something?"

"You are not your grace," Ned said as he glared with intense rage at the old man crying, probably still wondering where was his honor or something.

"I think that's about right, your grace," Oberyn smiled.

"Aye," Jon nodded.

"So as you can see we talked about it," I sighed, "So I will give you one minute to regain what little self respect you have left, and then I will kill you."

"I have a child coming," Walder Frey said rapidly pointing as his wife, "The child will need his father,"

"I killed all your family today…. every single one of them except for her," I pointed at his wife, "because she is the only member of your family that actually wanted to die, and I can't blame her… sleeping with you must be a nightmare…. I can't imagine a fate worse than that,"

"Oh for the love god!" Oberyn said in disgust, "You had to put that image on my head? Ahhh… I will need therapy after this,"

"Not my fault Oberyn," I shrugged with a smile as I turned my attention back to the old man, "So ready to die?"

"I demand a trial by combat!" Oh that was unexpected, the old man was trying to use Westerosi laws against me and while it was a clever move, he didn't think things through, for once he had no warriors in which case he would have to fight for himself.

"Sure," I chuckled, "Please go ahead, call your champion,"

"I…" Walder Frey said slowly freezing as the realization hit him, he had no champion, and no ally he thought he had, would send one to save him, he was worthless to everyone, without his castle he was but an ant, and I feel I'm insulting ants.

"Oh yeah, you don't have any….I'm pretty sure that by this point my men have already wiped your army off the map," I chuckled as I grabbed a sword from the ground.

"I… I…" Walder Frey was apparently stuck on a loop.

"By law, you are entitled to a champion, if no champ is available, you would have to fight for yourself," I smiled tossing the sword I had grabbed at him, "There you go,"

"I can't fight…" Walder Frey cried out, "I can barely walk! Have mercy of this old man,"

"Jeez, talk about pathetic," I smirked.

"This is sad, very sad, but in a good way," Oberyn said approving of this situation.

"Coward… not even in death you have honor," Ned Stark growled.

Grabbing a second sword from the ground I started to approach the old man, with a smile slowly forming on my face as I eyed the girl he had forced to take his seed and marry him, an idea of sorts came to life, "Lady Joyeuse Erenford, how would you like to kill this man? I mean you kinda look like you want to slice his dick…"

"No! I won't die at the hands of a weak and—-" The old man couldn't finish his sentence for I had punched him with enough strength to render him immobile but no unconscious.

"I… your grace… I.." Desire, overwhelming desire, she was afraid of me, but I could see she wanted to take my offer more than anything.

"I don't think letting the young lady do that is a wise idea," Ned Stark said a bit uncomfortable with my decision.

"We need to purge our own demons Lord Stark, and for her to ever be at peace…. she has to do it, you don't have to like it… but she has more rights than I do to kill him," I said with a tone that said my decision was final.

"I couldn't agree more," Oberyn said with a serious tone, probably imagining how he would make Tywin suffer or something.

"I want… to… kill him…" Joyeuse Erenford said with tears running down her eyes, anger, happiness, disgust, sadness, a turmoil of emotions going through her at the same time.

"Sure, enjoy, I choose you to be my champion," I nodded, leaving the young lady alone with her husband, after all, I had a castle to clean up, and an army to regroup, and the screams of pain of Walder would surely make this night memorable.