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A/N This is my first shot at writing fan-fiction and I welcome criticism. I got the Idea for this story when I noticed its absence, I've seen stories where Robb keeps to the Frey pact or breaks the Frey pact in a different way or escapes the consequences of breaking the Frey pact, even a Few where he makes a different Frey Pact. I have yet to see one where the Frey pact never happens so I finally decided to try writing one.

Prologue

His father had few endearing qualities and table manners was not counted among them.

Stevron Frey sat to his fathers right at the high table of the great hall in the Water Tower of the Twins. It was here six hundred years ago that the first Freys planted the seeds that would grow into one of the most powerful houses in the Riverlands, a house capable of calling four thousand men to arms. A house so strong his lord father felt he could ignore his liege lord's call to arms without fear of reprisal until offered a fitting reward for doing so.

The southern Riverlands were burning and the fires were slowly creeping north. The day prior Walder Rivers had returned with a patrol and reported a skirmish with Lannister outriders that ended with the Lannister men hanging from a nearby tree, and a scouting party watching the neck arrived this morning with news that a northern host twenty thousand strong was only a days march from the Twins. A reckoning was coming and his father was certain he would emerge victorious, but in the meantime The venerable Lord Frey was content to feast and loudly list the slights he had suffered at the hands of the Tullys around mouthfuls of thick barley soup.

"The Late Lord Frey he calls me, well if the great Hoster Tully thinks me dead mayhap I'll play dead behind the walls of the Twins and leave him to die in Riverrun" Walder Frey near shouted at his son and steward Lothar Frey.

"And with the old trout taken to bed you're like to outlive him no matter the outcome" Lothar responded with a smirk on his face. Lothar was the most like their father in temperament and as such he was the highest in fathers councils.

Would that he had been born mute or simple like my son Aegon, I might have been able to steer my father away from this course of action. But alas he had only been born with a twisted leg and Stevron had to settle for calling him lame Lothar behind his back.

"Would serve him right!" Walder Frey continued his rant "Refusing to attend my last two weddings and turning up his nose at the idea of his son marrying one of my daughters, it makes no difference if the one I had in mind was a few years older then his son, I told him if his precious boy didn't warm to her I had plenty more he could pick from but he wouldn't hear of it".

Perhaps if you had been a bit more Leal in your service to him he wouldn't be so quick to turn away your marriage offer. Stevron longed to tell his father what he truly thought but ever the loyal son he held his peace.

"And that shrew daughter of his refused to even consider fostering my grandsons at King's Landing, it was as if she thought Freys weren't worthy of being seen at court." Walder Frey was now shaking with fury and spitting barley soup all over the servants removing the bowls of soup in preparation for the fish course with every word. "I owe the Tullys nothing, nothing do you hear me!" he yelled at no one in particular.

"You swore an oath father." Stevron could hold his tongue no longer.

"Damn the oath and damn Hoster Tully, I swore an oath to Joffrey as well, who's to say which has greater meaning."

"The Starks might have something to say on the matter when they arrive."

"They don't have the numbers to take the Twins by force and they'll need our support to have any hope of defeating Tywin Lannister." with that he drained the wine left in his goblet and set his eyes on the serving girl placing the plate of steaming fresh grilled trout in front of him "you! more Arbor Gold and be quick about it." the girl took his goblet and scurried off. With that he turned back to Stevron and continued to express his thoughts on the matter at hand "If these northerners want my help or to cross my bridge I'll make them pay a toll they aren't like to ever forget, that should finally earn our family respect."

"And if they refuse to pay this toll?" Stevron asked even though he thought he knew the answer.

"Why then I'll help the Lannisters devour the Tullys like I'm devouring this trout" he yelled with a mouth full of fish and began to laugh hysterically with Lothar and many of Stevron's brothers and nephews joining in.

And what of honor? Stevron could only sit there and brood as others laughed. Until a hacking cough cut through the laughter, Stevron looked to his left and the sight he took in shocked him. Walder Frey sat there coughing and wheezing while clutching his throat. Stevron rose and began to clap his father on the back.

"Summon the maester!" he called out as loud as he could. Why did you have to have the man sending out ravens even during dinner father, they were no more likely to get through then any of the others. He could only clap his fathers back and watch Walder Frey's face grow blue from loss of air, until finally he slumped over and refused to stir from his repose. A hush fell over the great hall broken only by the sound of the maester entering and walking towards the body of Lord Frey.

"What killed him" Lothar asked immediately after the maester began to examine the corpse of Walder Frey.

He probably thinks I poisoned him. It's what I'm sure he would have done by now if he were in my position, so why should I be surprised he suspects me of the same. "Yes what can you tell us of how he died?" best to get this out of the way now and put any suspicions to bed.

The maester looked at him questioningly and said "I'll need to open his throat to find out what blocked it".

"Go ahead." what else could he say without arousing suspicion.

With that the maester took a knife from the table and made a small cut in the truly late Lord Frey's throat and withdrew a piece of trout with a thick fish bone sticking out of it. "This is what caused him to suffocate." the maester stated with as much sympathy he could muster, which likely wasn't much given the way Walder Frey had treated him over the years.

Choked on a trout bone as he proclaimed his intent to help the Lannisters defeat the Tullys it seems almost an omen… an omen is exactly what it is. "It's a sign from the Seven" Stevron proclaimed.

"That's ridicul-" Lothar began.

"Hold your tongue Lothar" Stevron yelled "you all heard him state that he had no intention of holding to his oath and now he lies dead, killed by the sigil of house Tully, if that's not a sign from the gods I don't know what is." Stevron turned and looked over his family before continuing on "our lord father has been struck down by the gods as an oath-breaker and I have no intention of suffering the same fate".

"What do you intend my lord?" This from his brother Aenys.

Stevron was struck dumb for a second, this was the first time he had been acknowledged as the new Lord of the Crossing. "I intend to join my force to the Starks and drive the Lannisters from the Riverlands".

A/N This story is still very much a work in progress and I have a pretty good idea of where I want this story to go but I am open to suggestion and hope you will all review.