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Kingslanding
Tower of the Hand
"Is this some form of Joke?" Tyrion looked up from the paper not quite knowing what to believe.
"Robb Stark is dead!" King Joffrey reiterated rather enthusiastically as he loved the sound of those words.
"And his bitch mother….
"And so too is Walder Frey, supposedly killed in the fighting that ensued at the twins and now lord Bolton holds that castle and he is said to have all but exterminated two thirds of the frey family", Varys says to the king who didn't seem to care about the other specifics.
"It doesn't matter now, Lord Bolton had reprofessed his loyalty to the crown and has done away with that barbarian tirade who proclaimed himself king"Joffrey opinions back.
"Write back to Lord Bolton, thank him for his service and command him to send Robb Stark's head to me I wish to serve it to Sansa at my wedding feast", He smiles as he says to Grand Maester Pycelle
"Your Grace lady Sansa is your aunty by marriage", Varys spoke again looking rather concerned.
"A joke, Joffrey did not mean it", Cersei defended.
"Yes I did", he responds seriously.
"I will have it served to Sansa at my wedding feast", He tried to make the point clearer.
"Noo…." Tyrion stopped him.
"She is no longer yours to torment", He defended his new wife.
"Everyone is mine to torment!" Joffrey proclaimed rather dangerously as he approached his uncle's chair.
"And you'd do well to remember that you monster", he added before going back to his seat.
There were gazes between the other small council members and the two, the tension built up could be cut by a knife and Tywin, who sat all pleased seemingly watched the clash between his grandson and his hated dwarf of a son.
'Lord Bolton had sent two letters that day, one addressed personally to him brought by a secret bolton rider and one sent by raven to be addressed to the crown.'
The one addressed to him had gone about to state the events that had occurred in the alliance between himself and Lord Frey. Lord Frey had allegedly tried to take him hostage meaning to forcefully marry him to one of his many daughters which would give him a semblance of control of Bolton wealth but things didn't turn out as he wanted. He had fought through Frey soldiers to inadvertently kill Lord Frey after Robb Stark and his council died. And a conflict of his banners and Lord Freys ensued along the camps of the Stark soldiery.
It was rather suspicious and lacking, the hand thought and he didn't nor wouldn't believe such a story.
The Twins were and is one of the most Strategic positions on the continent of Westeros. It was the main land gate way leading into the north and into the south and that made it point where toll could be extracted extensively from passing merchants, civilians and armies that used the bridge.
Lord Bolton as he remembers has been heavily trading over the past six years and had improved upon his house to be one of the most mercantile and innovative in the north. Making products and goods one couldn't have thought to have produced even in three lifetimes.
Lord Bolton also had ships and so he traded mainly by sea as it cut traveling time, was safer and it cut also costs. This way of cargo transfer was a rather more efficient way of transferring goods from one point to the other but he never neglected his land trade either.
And so many if not a majority of Bolton goods arrive into the Westerlands by land and so too did it into the Riverlands. And so it went "vice a versa".
So to say Lord Frey betrayed him, was nothing but a farce for Lord Bolton to kill him and then take the most important point a trader might need to do his business, it was was logical and yet less subtle than Bolton lord thought it would be.
Tywin realized his intentions and by that he had underestimated how the Bolton Lord thought. Lord Domeric had sent Jaime back to him and that he was grateful for but the fact of the man being still untrustworthy is yet to be unproven even as he try to seem as all but such.
But alas much of that didn't matter now. The continent was free of another king and the north hard returned to the fold and Domeric Bolton had now been professed as its Warden.
And if the rumors are to be believe then he also has in possession of not only winterfell but also Eddard Stark's younger sons and and also Balon Greyjoy's daughter and errant son. His last living heirs.
The war of five kings was all but over. And the Lannisters had come out on top. And all their debts are soon to be paid.
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Iron Islands
Pyke
"Balon Greyjoy, the so called king of the shit and Salt islands. I have your daughter you so proudly favor. Though I wonder what parts I should start to cut off as I did your sailors here, but come and see. I have your last born Son, a cunt he is just like his father who is a thieving coward, shivering in in fear of shadows in my dungeons, perhaps I'll kill him and end your line here and now, but come and see. You are to pay back in monetary amenities and damages done to the north and its west coast. Three hundred pounds in gold and one thousand in silver. You will not and must not harass any other northern ships that pass your isles nor any other northern allied mercantile vessel or your heir's pieces and parts will be sent to you bit by bit, or if you wish to see it outright for yourself. Then come and see…."
Lord Domeric Bolton, Lord of the Dreadfort, Warden of the North, High Lord of Acanon and Redport and Loyal Servant of the Crown and his Grace King Joffrey.
"Damn them !!!"
"That bolton bastard I'll skin him alive myself", Balon shouts in rage as he slaps away his chalice and his vial of ink and paper off the table.
His gathered lords and banner men only stared at this many of them quiet.
They were in a position that made aggression against the north futile. Balon's last remaining heirs were gone now in the hands of a house that had a flayed man for their banner.
A house that was known for its brutality and a Lord that was known for his wealth, cunning and quiet aggression.
"Perhaps we can come to some accord with him, the safety of your kin would comes first of course", Lord Harlaw spoke first.
Lord Greyjoy went silent as he turned his back his council looking into the hearth for a decision on what to do.
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The Twins
"Officially you are still now Lord of Riverun, the deal cut with the throne had seen House Tully absolved of their crimes against the crown but you are no longer Warden's of the Trident or the Riverlands. That title goes to Lord Petyr Baelish . A rather displeasing thought if I may add." Doneric says.
"I am doing you a good service lord Edmure, the crown had wanted your head and I myslelf desired the head of your wife for her father's treachery against Robb and myself", He feigned ignorance.
In the coming days turned weeks the aftermath of what would be called the red wedding had been a cauldron of social chaos, rumors had spread of Lord Freys dishonor of trying to kill the Lords of the North after they had been weakened in their wars south, he had done this to take power away from the Tully's and suck up to the crown while also taking revenge on Robb stark for breaking the pact they had made.
This story had given motive and fuel to the flame that lord Frey was the orchestrator of the Red wedding and that took blame and much of the suspicion from lord Bolton that had also been implicated by a few other surviving lords.
Public views and other noble houses far and wide had cursed house Frey for their dishonor of breaking guest rights and for even killing a a man if not dozens at a wedding something that was thought to be sacred.
And all in all, they thought justice was dispensed in fury as Lord Bolton had become the judge jury and executioner of the seven as he had wrought out young and old to either be hung or taken hostage back in the north or so they believed.
But in truth the younger freys were squired off in the north never again to control a house their ancestors built and the Twins were given off to Lord Redfort's younger son Domeric's friend.
"I understand my lord", was his whispered reply.
Edmure had not only gone through emotional distress but he was all outright depressed and distraught. His sister, oldest nephew, and his uncle had died in the ensuing fight. And his father too was already long dead.
He was told that it was Raymund Frey that killed his uncle and sister though in truth it was Domeric's own guards that did the deed.
No worries though he and his wife would live on happily at Riverrun, he would eventually get back the title of Warden though there were more deserving of it. Edmure was not really the best leader. So perhaps someone different.
The deed was done nonetheless he had The twins , he held Moat Cailin, he held winterfell. Almost all the north was his and he was king in all but name. Arya Stark and Sansa were the only Starks not in his possession but he'd have them in the future or time would tell.
Now that the matters of the south was dealt with and the Garrison of two thousand soldiers at the twins were well accommodated and settled in, he could return back north and focus on ruling his newly acquired domain. Many of the older lords of their houses were killed and the sons now took their fathers places so it would be easier convincing this lot than the last to work with him.
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