I wrote few chapters of this a while ago, but I wasn't sure if I was going to publish this. This is about Robb marrying Walder Frey's daughter. I know there are many amazing Robb/Frey girl stories here already, but I couldn't resist :)

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Family

Robb walked slowly in front of the row of young women who were all standing there silently. He felt that he was nothing more than a slave trader. All the women kept their eyes on the floor. Some of them seemed nervous, others scared. Well, of course they were scared, a strange man had just come into their home and was about to choose one of them. The thought was nothing but insane.

He was supposed to choose a wife among these women he had never even met. The worst part was that he didn't have time to get to know them, the wedding would be tonight. Damn Walder Frey. Once again Robb reminded himself why he needed to do this. For his father. Robb couldn't afford to waste any time, he needed to cross the river. He had no choice but to do this.

"Seeing anything that pleases you, Lord Stark?" Walder Frey asked. He was sitting on his chair; his young wife was standing beside him. The poor girl had kept her eyes down the whole time; she seemed to be too scared to even move.

"All the ladies are lovely, my lord," Robb replied tensely. "Some of them seem quite young."

"They have all bled," Lord Frey snorted. "All of them except my youngest daughter Shirei."

Robb glanced at the frightened child and frowned.

"Why would you even offer her to me?"

Walder Frey let out a sound that was probably meant as laughter.

"I know some men like to pick them while they're still fresh."

Robb pressed his lips together; he had to struggle to hide his loathing.

"I'm not one of those men," he stated coolly.

"Very well, choose someone else then."

Robb turned his eyes back to the Frey girls. Brunettes, redheads, blondes, short, tall, skinny, curvy… How was he supposed to know which one of them he would like?

"Could you please tell me your name, ladies?" he asked.

"Arwyn, my lord," the first girl, a short brunette, said quietly.

"Walda, my lord," the next girl, a tall brunette said.

"Derwa, my lord."

"Waldra, my lord."

"Ginia, my lord."

"Neila, my lord."

"Serra, my lord," the first one of redheaded twins said.

"Sarra, my lord," her sister said.

"You can have them both if you like," Lord Frey snorted.

The next girl hesitated for a moment before saying her name.

"Marianne, my lord."

"Freya, my lord."

There was one more girl between Freya and little Shirei. As Robb moved in front of her, he noticed that she was very pretty. She had a petite frame, oval face, chestnut hair, full lips and pale skin. Her eyes were still down; perhaps she was too nervous to speak.

"And you, my lady?" he said. "What is your name?"

"Her name is Merryn, my lord," Freya answered for her. "She is mute."

"Mute?" Robb repeated.

"Yes, my lord."

Slowly the girl looked up; Robb saw that she had large dark brown eyes. For some reason she reminded him of a deer. A hunted deer. There was no fear in her eyes, but still…

"Like that one, do you?" Lord Frey stated after a moment of silence. Quickly Robb looked away; he hadn't noticed that he was staring at the girl.

"She would make a good wife. Knows her place and keeps her mouth shut."

Lord Frey chuckled at his own words.

"What do you say, Lord Stark?"

Robb cleared his throat; he needed a moment to gather his thoughts. She was the one, somehow he knew that.

"Robb?" Catelyn's tense voice said.

For a moment Robb had forgotten his mother's presence completely. She had stayed quiet, allowing him to make his decision. He knew what she was going to say. He shouldn't take a mute wife. Well, he shouldn't have to take a wife at all, not like this. Determinedly he looked at his mother, letting her know that he had made his decision. Since he was forced to get married, he should be able to at least choose his wife. Catelyn didn't seem pleased, but she didn't say anything.

"Yes," Robb said and looked at Walder Frey. "As I said, all the ladies are lovely and I would be honored to wed any one of them. However, since I must choose just one…" He paused and looked at Lady Merryn. "My lady, will you do me the honor of accepting me as your husband?"

"Of course she will," Lord Frey snorted. "You don't have to ask her."

She looked at Robb calmly and nodded before bowing her head.

"Very good," Lord Frey said and slapped his wife's bottom. "You, go and help her to get ready."

Lady Frey obeyed without saying a word; she and Lady Merryn left the room together, followed by the rest of the Frey girls.

"I've arranged a bedchamber for you, if you wish to bathe before the wedding," Lord Frey said. "Be welcome within my walls and at my table. After tonight, we shall be family."