Hi. I'm taking a break from my Jon/Dany fic to write a Robb/OC fic. Aargh. I hate it when the good guy loses and dies so in my fanfic they don't. Again apologies to fans of book and series for any irregularities. This is just a story that sprout out from my mind and I just had to type it down and get over and done with. It's quite short. Also has the ever sexy Jaime Lannister. Whoah...imagine being in a love triangle with Robb Stark & Jaime Lannister... Phew...

"I don't want to marry the Frey girl."

"I don't want you to marry her either..."

The Frey Girl – An unlikely love story about an unlikely girl in an unlikely tale.

She had heard their plans, those of her father's and brothers' while she pressed her ear against the door. The Frey men were in the great Hall discussing loudly. They were going to murder the King in the North and Elyse knew she had to warn the man. It wasn't his fault really. So Robb Stark didn't wish to marry the daughter of Walder Frey. Elyse couldn't blame the man. To be associated with her dastardly father was something she could understand. It was her unfortunate luck to be born a Frey. But Elyse guessed it was much better being the daughter of Walder Frey than to be any of his young wives.

Elyse thankfully didn't inherit her father in looks. She had her mother's chestnut brown hair and her blue eyes. She had an oval shaped face and delicate features that were rather aristocratic. Elyse's mother, Bethany Sand was a bastard daughter of one of the high lords in Dorne. Elyse was considered beautiful but her mother's illegitimate heritage didn't make her an attractive choice as a wife for the lords and nobles, which was why she was still unmarried at sixteen much to the dismay of her Father who wanted to get rid of her as soon as he could. Walder Frey had too many children and he wasn't fond of his daughters as he was of his sons.

Elyse's father, Walder had taken it as a slight and a source of humiliation that the young Wolf, Lord of Winterfell had dishonoured the entire family and did not fulfil his promise to wed her. Instead he had wed some foreign girl from Volantis. Walder Frey was furious when news of it reached him.

"It's alright Father..." Elyse had sighed.

"Alright?" Lord Frey roared and Elyse trembled hearing it. Her father wasn't a man to be crossed.

"How could this be alright?"

"He has humiliated me and the entire family! He has spat on all our faces! He thinks we're not good enough for him..." Lord Frey spoke bitterly.

"I don't want to marry him too Father..." Elyse said and frowned. "I don't want to live in that cold castle of his and be his wife. Maybe this is a sign from the gods."

She was being truthful. The thought of living in Winterfell, so far up north terrified Elyse. She then looked at her father. "And I've heard that he is an ugly, ferocious man Father. Why would you want me to marry such a man?"

"Beggars can't be choosers," Lord Frey grunted. Elyse rolled her eyes hearing that. She knew no one held Walder Frey in high regard. He was untrustworthy and revolting. A lecherous old man with a weakness for young women whom he had married and was saddled with too many children.

Now Elyse stood outside the hall, listening closely of her father's plan. They were going to marry her sister Roslin to Edmure Tully and invite the Starks to the wedding held at The Twins. Of course it wasn't just going to be a mere wedding celebration. The Frey men with the support of Tywin Lannister would spring an ambush and kill Robb Stark, his mother and thousands of his men. It would end the Northern rebellion and Walder Frey would have his revenge. Elyse shook her head. She couldn't let the plan succeed.

After she had heard enough, Elyse immediately left, running as fast as she could down the dark halls of her family manor and called for her faithful squire Gulley.

"What is it Milady?" Gulley asked her. She was gasping badly when she reached the coop where ravens where kept.

"I need to send this note by raven Gulley. As fast as you can..." Elyse said to him.

"To Lord Stark?" Gulley said and looked at it. He seemed surprised

"It's of utmost important." Elyse replied. Gulley looked at her and gave a nod. Gulley took a raven out and tied the note to the raven's leg securely.

Elyse breathed in a sigh of relief watching as the bird flew high. She hoped it would get to Robb Stark in time. Elyse didn't know why but she felt compelled to warn the man, no matter how ugly or ferocious Robb Stark was. He didn't deserve to be killed just because he didn't want to marry her.

Stark Camp.

Robb was in his tent going through the map and discussing battle plans with his men, when one of his bannermen came in bringing a raven with him.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Raven from The Twins Your Grace," The man spoke.

Robb's lieutenants were looking at each other warily wondering what the message entails. Robb gave a slight frown and gestured for the squire to come in. He walked in and gave the rolled up note to the King in the North. Robb looked at it and read it before staring at his men.

"What is it?" Lord Umber asked in his gruff, thich Northern tone.

"It's from Frey's daughter. She's warning us not to attend the Wedding of my uncle, Edmure Tully. She says her father and brothers have plotted with the Lannisters to have me and my bannermen killed." Robb said. He blinked his eyes as he stared at the note again. He couldn't believe what he had just read.

"Why would she warn you My Lord?" Another of Robb's men asked.

"I don't know..." Robb said and gave a soft sigh. "But I think she's speaking the truth..."

Elyse was ordered to come down to the Great Hall. Her father was seated on the wooden chair while her brothers and sisters were all present. Her father looked at her and Elyse grew worried, half afraid if he had known what she did. Elyse breathed in and walked towards her father. She knew they were furious when Robb sent a letter apologizing for his absence from the wedding.

"You're going to be married Elyse, I've found a husband for you," Walder spoke. "Far better than than that weasel Stark." Walder added bitterly

"You have?" Elyse stuttered. She was terrified by the prospect. Afraid she would end up marrying someone old, or cruel. Who would want a Frey girl whose mother was a bastard?

"A very good husband. We'll even get a fine dowry." Walder was smiling happily to himself. "Five hundred gold bars."

"And who will I be marrying Father?" Elyse asked, trying her best to not sound afraid.

"I have agreed to help Lord Tywin in his cause and he has agreed to have you wed his grandson Tommen..."

"But he's a boy Father..." Elyse cried out. A boy? She was going to be betrothed to a mere child?

"He'll grow up soon." Lord Frey mumbled. "Now off you go...You'll be travelling to King's Landing soon. My daughter is marrying a Prince...Finally getting rid of one..."

Elyse kept quiet and nodded sadly as her father continued with his infamous long rants. There was always something that distressed the old man. Maybe marrying a boy wasn't as bad as she would think. Far better than being married to an old, ageing man.

King's Landing was a crowded city Elyse felt when she reached the Capital. Refugees were coming in from the countryside because of the war. It survived an attack led by Stannis Baratheon and Elyse wasn't quite sure if she would be safe there. She went to Red Keep palace to meet with the Queen dowager Cersei Lannister and her father Lord Tywin.

"You are very beautiful for a Frey, "The Queen said as she looked at Elyse closely. "You don't inherit that large beak nose like that of your Father's or his weak chin."

"Thank You Your Grace." Elyse said and gave a curtsey. The Queen then smiled at her, a smile Elyse realized that wasn't sincere. She wasn't sure if she liked the Queen but she only kept quiet.

"You were nearly wed to Robb Stark and now you'll be marrying my son..." Cersei said with a sigh. "My gods...How your fortunes changed Lady Frey..."

Elyse didn't quite know what to say and only kept quiet.

"Tommen is a sweet boy Lady Frey. He is still very young and dear to me. I want you to promise me that you will be a good wife to him and that you will give him many sons..."

"Yes your Grace..." Elyse said. She knew that the Queen wasn't someone to be trifled with.

"Well at least she's not a half wit like the Stark girl..." Cersei said and looked at her father who gave a nod.

Elyse finally met her husband and she smiled when they were introduced. It was strange to finally be married to a boy who was only eight. But Tommen was adorable with his golden head and bright green eyes. He looked at her rather afraid and unsure himself during the ceremony but they said their vows in front of the Grand Septon and Elyse realized she was forever bound to the young boy.

"Are you really going to be my wife?" He asked her in a timid tone. Elyse nodded and gave a smile. "Yes My Lord."

"You are pretty," Tommen said shyly. "Much prettier than Joffrey's new wife."

"You mean the King has married another?" Elyse asked him. She was rather surprised. She had thought that King Joffrey was already bethrothed to Sansa Stark.

Tommen gave a nod. "He's not marrying Sansa anymore." He whispered in Elyse's ear. "He has married Margaery."

Elyse gave a small smile. "I think Lady Sansa's very lucky My Lord..."

"I think so too..." Tommen said and gave an adorable smile. "But you mustn't tell anyone. Not even Mother."

Elyse then took the young boy's hand and held it as they walked down the halls. She was later told by the Queen to sleep in Tommen's bed chambers. The young prince had very tight security being the only male heir to his brother, the King. There were guards outside his bed room.

Tommen smiled at her when he lied in bed, dressed in his sleeping tunic. Elyse had changed into her sleeping gown. She was relieved knowing nothing would happen on her wedding night. She smiled at Tommen as she walked towards the bed.

"Mother tells me when I'm older, things will be different." Tommen said. "We could love like man and wife. I don't know what that means though..." Tommen's green eyes went wide as he seemed pensive.

"I suppose..." Elyse sighed.

"But I think I love you already..." He said in awe and looked at her. Elyse gave him a shy smile. He was just a little boy, a sweet little boy half her age.

"Can you tell me a story?" Tommen asked her. "Mother always tells me stories. She says it's your job now..."

"I don't know much stories my Lord..." Elyse said as she sat on the bed. Tommen looked rather

disappointed by it. "But I'll try I suppose..." Elyse told him and he grew interested.

"Have you heard of White Walkers My Lord?" Elyse asked him.

Tommen gave a nod and looked a little scared. Elyse's voice grew softer. "They say White Walkers can wake up the dead..."

"Can they really?" Tommen asked as his eyes grew wide. Elyse gave a solemn nod.

"That's what people told me...White Walkers are scary My Lord. They have strange magic powers. Some say that they are the walking dead..."

"That's awful..." Tommen cried and snuggled closer under the covers.

"But don't worry they won't come down here. White Walkers are afraid of the heat..." Elyse explained.

"Have you ever seen one?" Tommen asked her. Elyse shook her head. "I think if I ever saw one I would have died of fright."

"I wouldn't want you to die..." Tommen said and took her hand. He then let out a yawn. Elyse smiled sweetly back at him and moved to kiss his forehead.

"It's late you should sleep." She told him.

"Sing me a song..." Tommen told her as he closed his eyes. Elyse did and started to sing an old Dornish lullaby her mother used to sing to her.