Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 215 Red Wedding

Wade looked her over with interest. "Only a fool would believe your nonsense. Do you think I'm out of my mind? Hey, madam?"

“I consider you a father, a father of many children. Please, don’t kill him. Keep me as a hostage. If Edmure isn’t dead, keep him too. Please, let Robb go.”

"No," Robb's voice was weak, "Mother, no..."

“Come on, Robb, get up, hurry up, please, please, save yourself… even if not for me, save Jenny!”

Wade scoffed, "Why should I let him go?"

She pressed the dagger into the jingling bell's throat, and the idiot rolled his eyes, stunned on the spot.

“In the honor of being a Tully,” she told Walder Frey, “in the honor of being a Stark, I would give your life for Robb’s, a son for a son.”

She shook her head, the bell ringing, her hands trembling violently.

“One son for another son, hey,” the other person repeated, “but he’s just a grandson, and a useless grandson at that.”

Roose Bolton, clad in black armor with a pale red cloak adorned with bloodstains on his back, drew his longsword and strode up to Robb, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "On behalf of Tywin Lannister, I extend my warmest greetings to you."

He raised his longsword, ready to stab the king in the heart.

Despair overwhelmed Caitlin. Her son was dying, and her family was about to be wiped out.

Ned cried out in her heart, "I failed to protect our child..."

At this critical moment, the hall door suddenly crashed with a loud bang, the oak door was smashed by a huge force, and wood chips flew everywhere!
A gigantic ghost leopard burst into the hall, its golden eyes gleaming eerily in the firelight, its claws instantly tearing apart the chest of a Frey soldier.

Immediately afterwards, more than thirty wolves surged into the hall like a tidal wave. Leading them was a huge gray direwolf, which let out a deafening howl and pounced straight at Roose Bolton!

The change was sudden, and Roose Bolton was caught off guard. Nymeria bit his sword-wielding arm and threw him to the ground, letting out a painful scream.

One wolf bit off the neck of the soldier who was trying to ambush Robb, pinning him to the ground and tearing at his flesh. Another wolf kicked off with its hind legs and pounced on Lyman Frey, who was about to attack Caitlin.

"What is that?" Walder Frey stared in horror at the pack of wolves and leopards wreaking havoc in the hall, completely stunned.

Then, hundreds of Dothraki stormed into the hall, their scimitars still dripping with blood. Surrounded by them, a young woman appeared at the hall's entrance.

She was covered in blood, holding a sewing needle, her gray eyes as cold as the ice of the North.

“Arya?” Robb looked at his sister in disbelief.

The battle was over quickly.

The Dothraki warriors and wolf packs' surprise attack completely disrupted the Frey family's plans; the traitors were subdued or killed before they could even react.

The fake musicians on the rooftop were torn to pieces by the wolves, and the Frey dogs dressed in Northern soldier armor also fell one after another under the Dothraki scimitars.

Walder Frey was pinned to a chair by two Dothraki warriors, unable to move.

His eyes were filled with fear. "What's going on? How did the Dothraki get here?"

Arya hurried over to Robb, carefully helped him sit down on the ground, and ordered the warriors to bring alcohol and bandages to disinfect and treat his arrow wound.

"elder brother……"

When the battle ended, she finally reverted to her little girl form and wept uncontrollably.

“Arya… my sister…” Robb hugged her tightly, tears streaming down his face. “I thought I’d never see you again… these Dothraki… how could you…” “It’s a long story.” Arya turned to her mother, Caitlyn, who, though slightly injured, was otherwise unharmed. She stared at her daughter, as if witnessing a miracle.

"Mother, I'm back." Arya ran to her mother's side and snuggled into her arms.

“My child…” Caitlin stroked her daughter’s face with trembling hands, choking up and unable to speak.

"Where is Uncle Edmure?" Aria suddenly asked.

"Here..."

A weak voice came from the ruins. Edmure Tully, covered in blood, crawled to his feet, Roslin holding him tightly; both of them were still alive.

"Thank you, Arya. Thank you for saving us all."

Arya nodded, then stared with tear-reddened eyes at the subdued Walder Frey and Roose Bolton, a flame of revenge burning in her heart.

"Now," she said coldly, "it's time to settle the score!"

Walder Frey's aged face was completely bloodless, and he was trembling all over. He finally understood that this carefully planned betrayal had ultimately failed, and that he was about to face a trial more terrible than death.

Order was restored in the hall, but this time, at the Red Wedding, it was not the Starks who were bleeding, but Frey!

Arya stood in the spot where Walder Frey had been, looking down at the kneeling prisoners.

Walder Frey, Roose Bolton, and several other Frey family members who are still alive.

“Ward Frey,” Arya’s voice echoed through the hall, “you have betrayed the rights of a guest, betrayed your oath of allegiance, and attempted to murder your monarch. What do you have to say?”

Old Walder was speechless, and foul-smelling liquid kept leaking from his crotch; the arrogance and cunning of the Frey family had vanished.

She then turned to Roose Bolton: "And you, a nobleman of the North, betrayed your own lord. Is this the honor of the Bolton family?"

Roose Bolton tried to remain calm, but his voice betrayed his true feelings: "Little girl, do you think killing us will change anything? The Lannisters will surely win!"

“I will settle accounts with the Lannisters slowly!” Arya interrupted him. “Right now, I need to deal with you traitors first!”

Suddenly, Wade burst into tears, his cries sounding utterly tragic. "Please, please let me go! I'll pay any price—gold, land, I have so many daughters, please..."

This cunning and treacherous old man completely revealed his cowardly nature, crawling on his knees on the ground, trying to reach out and hug Arya's legs.

The Dothraki warrior kicked old Wald in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground with a dark shoe print on his face.

Arya snorted coldly and gritted her teeth, saying, "In the name of the Stark family, I declare your crimes: betrayal, murder, and violation of guest rights. Sentence: death!"

Ruth Bolton began to struggle. "You have no right to judge me, you're just a damn girl!"

“My father taught me that the executioner must wield the sword himself,” Arya said calmly. “But for traitors like you, I think it’s more appropriate to let the wolves handle it.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Nymeria led her pack of wolves slowly toward them, her eyes flashing with bloodthirsty killing intent.

The wolf pack quickly dealt with these traitors.

Their deaths were all gruesome, leaving not even ashes. Some lost control of their bladders before dying, while others cried like children.

(End of this chapter)