AN:: So I realized I made a mistake in the first chapter. No one should have known about the possibility of Robb marrying a Frey because Catelyn and Walder hadn't talked about it yet. So for the purpose of this story Catelyn came and talked to Walder then went back and told Robb that he was to marry one Walder's daughters. She is now going back into the Twins to pick one of the daughters.

I wanted to write this chapter from completely Catelyn's point of view but I couldn't write her. I tried but it's so hard for me because I was never really a big fan of hers to begin with. I hated the way she treated Jon and the only thing I found redeeming about her was her love for her children. So this chapter will be mostly from Alysanne pov.

Chapter 3: Lord Robb Stark Will Wed Lady Alysanne Frey

It was silent in the small room. Alysanne sat quietly on her bed waiting for her father. Darren had informed her that Lady Catelyn was just now meeting her other sisters. It had only been a few hours since her father barged into her room to inform her that she was meeting the Lady of Winterfell.

Alysanne tried to keep her mind from the possibilities of Lady Starks decision. She tried to read but her mind kept wondering. Would Catelyn pick one of her other sisters before meeting her? Alysanne never met any of her other sisters. She used to dream about going outside to play with them. She only caught glimpses of them out the window. But now she was glad that she never knew them. So if by chance she was chosen she would not feel as guilty for being the reason none of her sisters would find the same freedom she would.

Getting up from where she was sitting she moved over to look out the tiny window in her room. She could see the people of the castle moving about below her. They were running around to prepare for the wedding that would take place as soon as Lady Catelyn made her decision. Glancing down at her dress Alysanne had to wonder if her sisters had also been dressed in their finest clothes and had their hair done perfectly like she had. She couldn't feel guilty for hoping they didn't. If one of them were chosen she would be held captive here in this room for the rest of her life. So no she would not feel guilty. She was so close to freedom and she prayed that she would be chosen.

The sound of a knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. " You may come in."

The door opened to reveal her father. He had a calculating smile upon his weathered face. It made her turn her eyes to the floor. Her father didn't love her he only used her for his own gain.

"Lady Catelyn this is my daughter Alysanne." Her fathers sickly voice penetrated her ears making her glance up. The first thing Alysanne saw was dark crimson hair. Then her eyes focused on bright blue eyes almost the exact shade as the sky on a bright summer morning.

Alysanne heard a gasp escape the beautiful older woman. She knew it was because of her very rare purple eyes. She could see the the wheels turning in the older woman's mind. Giving the older woman a small smile she gracefully fell into a curtesy.

" It's a pleasure to meet you my Lady." Alysanne politely greeted the older woman. Her voice full of warmth and a dazzling smile upon her face.

The room was silent. Alysanne wanted to say something just to interrupt the silence. But she was unsure of what to say. She looked to her father expecting him to be the one to speak. But he stood there watching Lady Catelyn.

" Her eyes are purple." Was the first thing from Catelyns mouth. Alysanne could hear the underlying question in the woman's statement.

" She has her mothers eyes." The wheezy voice of her father replied back to the woman.

"Her mother?" Catelyn gaze once agin fell to her. Roving over her body looking for things that could give a hint at who Alysannes mother was.

" Her mother Visenya Targaryen the legitimized bastard daughter of King Aerys." There was a hint of a smile upon Alysannes fathers face. He knew that no one knew that the late Mad King had legitimized his only bastard child. Not that anyone knew that he had even had a bastard. Well there was only one other person beside himself who knew. But the man had been unaware that Visenya had birthed a child before her death.

" When did he legitimize her?" Catelyn was thinking of all the negatives and positives of her son marrying a Targaryen.

" Three years before his death when I married her. Alysanne was born two moons after his death. Her mother died birthing her." The look of sadness in the older mans eyes made Alysanne flinch. It was her fault her mother had died. She knew that her father blamed her for it. She assumed that was why he never came to visit her anymore. She could remember the exact day his visits stopped. It was the day after her eleventh name day. He had come on her nameday bearing books, dolls, and dresses. They sat in her tiny room playing and she sang him beautiful songs about princes and maidens and knights. Before he left he looked into her eyes and gave her a warm hug before leaving. He never came to see her after that.

" It was lovely to meet you Alysanne." Catelyn abruptly states turning to walk out the door. Walder followed behind the woman. They walked silently down the stairs to the dining hall. Once there they stopped and turned to each other.

" Lord Robb Stark will wed Lady Alysanne Frey." Lady Catelyn has made her decision. This marriage with give her son many advantages in the war. She knew there were still Targaryen supporters here in Westros and they would align behind the last living Targaryen.

" Yes Lady Catelyn." Walder gave slimy smile to the red head. He knew keeping the purple eyed girl around would one day benefit him in some way.

" But she will be wearing the Targaryen sigil cloak during the wedding." Catelyn needed people to know that her son was marrying a Targaryen. If Alysanne wore a Targaryen cloak during the wedding she knew that word would spread faster than if they looked upon the girl with the purple eyes.

" She can wear her mothers." Walder was a bit miffed that she was demanding that his daughter wear a cloak not adorned with his sigil. But he was aware that he needed to keep his mouth shut if he wanted this to work out.

" Well it's settled then. The wedding will take place tonight and we will leave after the sunrises tomorrow. Now I must go and inform my son that I have chosen a suitable bride for him." Lady Catelyn gracefully escaped the room heading towards her sons war camp. She knew that her son did not want to marry a Frey but he wasn't marrying a Frey. He was marrying a Targaryen.