2 The Monster of the Twins

[WARNING: this chapter will most likely feel rushed but there really isn't much for the MC to do during this time, he has no political power, please remember that Walder Frey has like fifty children or more]

As grey clouds darken the sky, strong winds blow through the halls, and rain drenches the ground.

The sound of weapons clashing, grunts of fatigue and pain fill the air, from a high window, Lord Walder Frey looks out with an ugly smile as he watches one of his youngest sons, Arthur Frey, take on boys twice his age in mock battles.

The many onlookers, guards, maids, and citizens look at the small boy in awe of his skill despite his age.

To the left of the dueling area sit thirteen beaten teenagers, each of them rubbing parts of their bodies struck by Arthurs sword.

They were kids, he made sure to give them cuts and bruises but never anything serious.

Currently standing in the area with him is a rather skinny yet determined youth, Arman Owen, the son of a knight that is in service to House Frey.

Arman rises to his feet for the fifth time, the ten-year-old stands shakily with blood pouting from his eyebrow and red marks on his body.

Arthur grins at him, readying his stance once again, "There's nothing shameful about walking away"

His opponent wipes the blood away before matching Arthur's grin, "then why don't you take your own advice?"

While Arman had an attitude and personality that Arthur liked, he was in no way a skilled swordsman, just a boy with a lot of guts.

Ending it quickly, he sidestepped the boy's attack before smacking the back of his head with the last side of the sword.

As he drops the sword in his hand, the fatigue hits him like a sack of bricks, his body screams out in pain.

Quickly making his way back to his room, he falls onto his bed, dozing off almost right away.

--- Three Years Later ---

Over these few years, he was officially recognized by the populace as a genius of the quill and the sword.

He completed his studies with the maester of the Twins after just two years of studying, language, geography, mathematics, medicine, trade, politics, etc.

When he wasn't studying, he was fighting in mock battles against guards, pages, and knights.

To say that he was disappointed by the level of skill in the Frey soldiers would be an understatement.

They were slow, sluggish, and had almost no skill whatsoever.

The reputation of his genius intellect and amazing swordsmanship spread through Westeros like wildfire, many had started referring to him as the Freak of the Freys.

Why was he a freak? despite being a child without a single hair on his chest, he could beat fully grown, experienced soldiers in a fight without breaking much of a sweat.

If that wasn't enough, his level of maturity and intelligence marveled many maesters.

His nights were spent learning magic and spells, with seven years left until he became Lord of the Twins, he knew that he had to further expand his name.

Thats why he was currently in front of King Baratheon in Kings Landing, in two days a tournament would be held that he planned to participate in.

Tournaments didn't have an age limit as long as you could handle a weapon properly.

A not yet fat but not so slim Robert Baratheon looks down at the young Frey.

Arthur stands in leather armor with a steel pauldron on his right shoulder, a sword is sheathed on his waist.

The young boy stands at 5'0ft with sunkissed skin, shoulder-length sandy blonde hair, and amber eyes that shine like a pair of jewels.

Many people had the same thought upon looking at the young man, 'is this boy really a Frey?'

He looked nothing like Walder Frey but no one would say it out loud.

After swallowing a mouthful of wine, Robert addresses him, "So, that rat sent his son to die in a tournament"

The statement from the king was a test more than anything, Arthur knew that the fat king was testing his temperament.

Arthur meets his eyes, "there are only five men in Westeros that I believe could beat me in battle, luckily, none of them are taking part in the tournament to my knowledge"

The kind lets out a single chuckle, "arrogant little fucker, who might these five legendary fighters be?"

Arthur stands with his back straight, feet apart, and hands behind his back, "The first is Ser Barristan Selmy, who is, in my opinion, the greatest swordsman that currently lives"

After saying this he sends a nod of respect you the veteran kingsguard, who replies with a nod of his own.

"The second best would be Lord Eddard Stark, I'm sure I don't need to specify why he is so high on the list, after all, he did defeat Ser Arthur Dayne, my namesake"

Upon hearing where his name comes from, many in the room start to whisper amongst themselves.

"Third would be Ser Jamie Lannister, I think too many people look at him for the fact that he's a kingslayer like it's a terrible thing"

"Aerys Targaryen was a monster, a cruel and pitiful man that burned families with wildfire because they looked at him strangely"

Arthur looks towards the golden-clad Lannister, "anyone that makes fun of you or belittles you for what you did deserves to be castrated, you are a hero in my eyes"

Surprisingly, Jamie didn't scoff or brush it away with sarcasm, instead, he gave the boy a genuine smile.

"Fourth would be yourself, Robert Baratheon, the Mighty Stag, the man who defeated Rhaegar Targaryen and became King of the Seven Kingdoms"

Robert gives him a shit-eating grin, he had been called many things in his life but the Mighty Stag was a new one.

"The last one is the Red Viper, Oberyn Martell, he has many accomplishments in his life so far and I don't think he plans to retire anytime soon"

Robert nods at his words before he gestures to the large man to his right, "Oh, you chose that Oberyn over Ser Gregor, why?"

The boy's eyes changed slightly, they grew colder, "big, dumb, slow, why should I be afraid of Tywin Lannister's lapdog"

The Mountain growls as he puts his hand on his massive claymore.

Arthur grins at the massive man, "people are afraid of you because you can slaughter children, your nothing but a pitiful excuse for a man"

"Why don't you sign up for the tournament, then I can kill you and get a reward for it"

The massive man unsheathes his sword and charges at him, Arthur isn't surprised when the king remains silent to watch the conflict between them.

Taking out his sword, the boy remains still until the last possible second when he sidesteps Gregor's claymore and swiftly embedding his sword into the big man's skull, killing him instantly.

As the monster falls to the ground, the room remains quiet due to shock and awe.

After cleaning his blade of blood, Arthur sheathes it before shrugging, "it was self-defense, he attacked me first"

With nothing further to talk about, he leaves the room with his men and banner.

[For anyone thinking that his 'fight' with Ser Gregor was too easy, remember all his wishes and blessings, Gregor underestimated him as he does with all his opponents]