Visenya stood stone face before Walder Frey. Word had come over Aaron and Jacaerys's victory in the Stormlands.

"And of course, a marriage between House Frey and House Targaryen—"

"No." Visenya said to the Frey lord.

"No?" Walder Frey said. "Then you will not pass."

Catelyn strode forward to Walder Frey. "House Frey is a house sword to House Tully. You will let us pass your bridge, or I will slit your throat right here and let my son's army sack the Twins. No one would complain if a member of House Manderly took control of this, would they?"

"Your bluffing." Walder Frey said. "I gave you bread and salt!"

Everything is going to plan. Robb thought. Visenya had correctly predicted this would happen.

"But you gave my son bread and salt. Not me." the widow of Eddard Stark said.

And then Lady Catelyn Tully Stark, Lady Dowager of Winterfell, drew her knife and slit Walder Frey's throat.

The Northern hooted and cheered as Visenya waved her hand lowered the gate and bridge. "Kill the Frey men, spare the children and women." Robb barked, giving them all a ferocious death glare.

The women were allowed to leave with their children, whom all took their mother's house's names, before the Northern sacked the Twins and proceed on their way to Harrenhal.