Chapter 121 -Moat Cailin (I)
"It's a big castle." Visenya spoke, observing the home of House Frey, Twins.
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Three days later, a war march advanced towards the south of Westeros, made up of a legion of men wearing red armor and men in golden masks.
Mounted on a horse, Aenar and his court could be seen surrounded by the Sardaukar. Unlike the fifty thousand men of the Red Legion, the Sardaukar were fewer in number, around twenty thousand men, all wearing golden masks and white and gold cloaks.
This certainly made a strong impression on the four thousand soldiers of House Manderly. Many didn't dare approach the men in the golden masks.
"Your Grace, in order to reach the Vale and the Riverlands, we have to pass through the Twins, at the Green Fork, on the Trident." Oberyn spoke in a cold tone, mentioning the castle called the Twins.
An expression that Wylis, heir to White Harbor, shared. If there was a noble house more notorious than the Boltons themselves, it was House Frey. All kinds of bad and malicious names could be attributed to House Frey and its lord, Walder Frey.
Aenar nodded. Of course he knew about House Frey. There was no ignoring the noble house that had dared to kill Robb on his wedding day. Even if it was in another reality, House Frey was no different, and the Lord of the Crossing was an unscrupulous man whom Aenar planned to destroy with his own hands.
"Will the lord of House Frey dare block our march south? We have dragons." Visenya asked in a curious tone. Although she didn't know anything about House Frey, from Oberyn and Wylis' disgusted expressions, she knew that it was a House with a very bad reputation.
"He'll probably want us to pay for the passage," Oberyn replied to the future queen of Aenar, with a respectful tone.
"He would dare charge us!?" Visenya exclaimed in disbelief. They had over seventy thousand soldiers and four dragons!