Author: A little white whale

Emotionally, if Clay were given the choice ten thousand times, he would not let his family marry into such a family. In this huge family full of intrigues and intrigues, he would probably not be able to sleep well at night.

If Clay started out as the heir of White Harbor and only considered the interests of the family, then it would be a rare thing. When he was a child, the old man took his sister Wilfield to Winterfell, and Robert probably didn't realize it yet.

After thinking about the description of Jeyne Westerling, Robb's later wife, Clay thought that instead of marrying an unknown Frey, why not try the Stark family?

What the Frey family relies on is that this bridge can block the way for the northern army to cross the Green Fork River in future wars. But if Clay successfully finds a way to open the bridge this time when he goes south, then Frey will

Apart from 3,000 soldiers, the family has no value.

Therefore, rationally, Clay has no inclination to agree to this marriage, and besides, he also agreed to his sister Wilfield.

As the heir to White Harbor and the future undisputed master of White Harbor, Clay is qualified to reach certain intentions for the marriage of women in the family, so Ser Aenys Frey came to him.

In fact, before Clay arrived, the Frey family had discussed this issue. In addition to trying to get an engagement with Clay, they also wanted to achieve an engagement with Wilfield or Vera, especially their sister Wilfi.

Germany.

Looking at Aenys Frey, whose face was full of sincerity and not at all hypocritical, Clay sneered in his heart.

"Sir, your suggestion is very good, but unfortunately, I have to discuss such a big matter with my grandfather and my sister. I respect their opinions."

He also had a sincere face, with twisted eyebrows and a slightly complicated look, trying his best to convey to Sir Aenys Frey that he really supported his plan, but that he really couldn't make the decision.

Somewhat dissatisfied with Clay's statement, Frey, who was over fifty years old, pinched the gray beard on his chin and said with some disdain:

"Clay, as the heir of White Harbor and the most valued heir of Old Eel, why can't you make a decision? This is the right you should have as the heir of the family."

As soon as these words came out, Clay's expression darkened and his expression changed from just now.

He was very disgusted with the teachings contained in this. Doesn't Clay himself know what he can and cannot do? Does he need a Frey from the Twins to teach him?

The voice weakened obviously. Clay stared at Inis Frey's somewhat red and wet eyes and said coldly:

"How we, the Mandalay family, decide is our own business, so I won't ask for your concern, Sir!"

Having said that, no matter how stupid Aenys Frey is, he knows that he will not be able to reach any agreement with Clay, who he thinks is young and energetic today.

The expression on his face also became ugly. He cursed a few vulgar slang words in the river. Frey, who was waiting here specially, left angrily. Only the two of them knew how much of their anger was.

Quite true.

Seeing Frey leaving, the guard captain who had been paying attention to this place for a long time quickly followed him, stared at the direction Frey left with his eyes narrowed, and asked in a low voice:

"Master, what did you just do?"

"It's okay. This Aenys Frey wants his grandson to marry Wilfield and Vera. Even if I go to the seven hells, I won't agree! Remember, tell everyone not to talk about our meeting."

In response to the young master's order, the guard captain quickly nodded in agreement, but he could not understand the barely concealed hostility towards the Frey family in the young master's words.

After all, the North once closely participated in the war against the Targaryen dynasty with the Riverlands. Although Lord Frey arrived late, these veterans still had a good impression of the Riverlands nobles.

Out of concern for Clay, he hesitated for a moment and then said:

"Master, did the Frey family do anything to displease you?"

"It's not that serious...why do you ask that?"

"Then why are you so...well, you don't like people like Frey. There's nothing wrong with that. I just want to say, Master, let's not conflict with them on Frey's territory."

Clay shook his head. He understood the guard captain's concern, but he knew the priorities and would not really get into trouble with Frey.

"Let me ask you, how many unmarried heirs does Lord Walder Frey have?"

"Um...I'm sorry, sir, I don't know exactly. Anyway, there are many."

I didn’t understand why Clay would ask such a question, but the guard captain still answered honestly.

Clay smiled. He took his hand back from the wet city bricks, smoothed his wind-blown forehead, then placed it on the guard captain's shoulder armor, and said softly:

"No, you actually know very well that the word "many" is enough by itself. There are too many Freys, and this surname is not worth a few golden dragons. There is no need for us to sacrifice our family members for the possible support of the Frey family.

Sent to a place like this grave."

Clay actually didn't expect these fighting men on the battlefield to really understand the secrets here. Westeros is an extremely rigid class society. If your ancestors are not nobles, then it is almost impossible for you to live like this in your life.

Think like an aristocrat.

Of course there are stupid nobles, and there are quite a few of them, but at least most of them are smart people.

The hot and humid wind from the Green Fork River kept blowing on his skin, making Clay feel an uncomfortable sticky feeling. For a moment, he had forgotten about Aenys Frey.

"Let's go and walk around this wall." He said to the guard captain who was still frowning in thought. The latter quickly ended his thinking and followed Clay step by step.

Stepping on the stone bricks covered with moss, it seemed that it had rained here not long ago, and some shallow rainwater still accumulated in the defects of some city walls.

The Frey soldiers standing guard along the way didn't know what had just happened, and they didn't care if they knew what happened, because the military power of the Twins had always been firmly in the hands of Lord Walder Frey himself.

Only the eldest, Ser Stevron Frey, had a small guard force, and the other heirs were strictly prohibited by the Marquis from having more than fifty men in force in the Twins.

When these Frey soldiers on guard saw the White Harbor men wearing mermaid crests approaching, they did not stop them. They knew that Clay and his party were distinguished guests of the Marquis, and they could not stop them.

Walking slowly along the way, Clay climbed from the city gate to the city wall, and walked all the way to the southern half of the city wall.

When he returned to the city gate again, he made a judgment in his mind. This was an old city wall with poor defensive capabilities and lack of maintenance.

As long as Clay is given a certain amount of time, even if it is hit hard with a trebuchet, this castle will not be able to withstand it. It is just a bit troublesome. The Frey family can run in the other direction, which is a bit annoying.

How to completely surround the city or prevent them from escaping? This is another new problem...
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