The journey to the Twins had been a long one, and Edmyra Tully could feel the weight of the road on her shoulders. The sun was sinking low as the carriage creaked onward, and she sat beside her sister, Catelyn, gazing out at the landscape.

“I swear, Cat,” Edmyra muttered, her voice tinged with frustration,* “if Lord Walder Frey thinks that sending me one of his ugly, fat sons is some kind of punishment, he’s sorely mistaken. I’d rather remain unwed than marry a Frey.”

Catelyn, always the calmer of the two, shot her a concerned glance. “You’ve said that a hundred times already, Edmyra. We’ll be at the Twins soon. We must make the best of it.”

Edmyra huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Best of it? Do you honestly think a Frey is going to be any better than what I fear? Walder will make sure I’m punished for Robb's defiance. He’s probably given me the ugliest one he can find, to spite us.”

A cold breeze ruffled her hair as they arrived at the gates of the Twins. Edmyra’s mood only darkened as she saw the familiar grim figures standing at the entrance. Her jaw tightened as they were led inside.

Once inside, Walder Frey’s voice echoed through the hall as he called for his son. “Benfrey!” he barked. “Go fetch your brother. The bride is eager to meet her groom, it seems.” He cackled with laughter. sensing Ladt Tully's nerves.

Benfrey Frey, a scrawny, older man, hurried off to do his father’s bidding. Edmyra exchanged a skeptical glance with Catelyn.

“You see? There it is,” Edmyra whispered, leaning closer to her sister. “He is laughing at me.”

Moments later, Benfrey returned with his younger brother in tow—a boy with brown hair, a nervous expression, and deep green eyes. He was younger than Edmyra, and to her surprise, far more attractive than she'd anticipated. Though shy, his nervousness only made him seem more human in her eyes.

"Go on boy! Introduce yourself to Lady Tully of Riverun!" Walder barked, enjoying the look of surprise on her face.