The weddings at the House of Frey were never more than a reputable drinking party, where beer, wine and a variety of roasts and sweets were served alongside physical pleasure. This, of course, Walder Frey usually denied with self-consciousness. If his sons noticed that one of his guests was gripping a pint with his right hand and a bare female breast with his left, he would shrug. It was none of his business what kind of whore a man brought into his castle brothel, as long as he paid him fairly. He witnessed just such a scene that day, when in the corner opposite the entrance, Robb Stark sat spread-eagled on a bench with a slender white-skinned beauty on his lap. He happened to be holding a beer in his left hand, and was gripping the woman's shapely breasts with his right, when he noticed the room was freezing. Everyone was staring at him, the King of Winterfell. Robb let go first of the ale, then of the woman's breasts, only to chase the young whore away with a blow to the buttocks. Then he composed himself, rose from his seat, and saluted Lord Frey with the respect befitting his rank.
- Robb Stark," the old man looked him over. "I knew I'd find you here."
- Walder Frey," he opened his arms, a cheerful expression on his face, "I really only came for your hospitality... otherwise, no...
- I don't have time for this, Robb," Walder Frey interrupted with a wave of his hand. "I'm not here to listen to your lies.
Robb Stark flushed red, but he didn't want to argue with the old man.
- I hope you don't mind if I get straight to the point. You're always welcome as the eldest of the greatest family in the North.
- Lord Walder, I'm actually...
- I'm not finished, Robb Stark," said the nobleman sternly. - Your noble grandfather, Hoster Tully, was a great pillar of the House of Frey even in his father's time. For a long time I treated you as my guest. Now I ask you to marry one of my daughters.
Lord Walder had already decided to be clear with Robb Stark about the marriage plan and the alliance, and he demanded the same honesty from him. Finally, he even gave the Young Wolf a royal blessing as if he were a member of the Night's Watch, and Robb vowed to marry the Frey girl he had been assigned and to serve the realm faithfully.
- "You may trust me, Lord Walder," he half-kneeled humbly, "The Starks do not abandon their allies. My father sends his greetings to you and your most high and loyal brides."
- I cannot emphasize enough: I insist that the wedding be held in Winterfell, and that your chosen bride be Roslin Frey!
- My Father, while teaching me the art of ruling, has told me the Tully's of their old alliance with the Freys. That my grandfather and your father were once almost brothers, and that ever since you first appeared in Winterfell, my father has looked out for you and placed you under his protection. I am well aware that it is because of this old alliance of friendly love that he made you Lord of the Crossing and later Guardian of the Twins. Be aware that this is a rare act of generosity from the Starks.