For the Realm
Copyright© 2026 by Carlos Santiago
Chapter 12: Pieces on the Board
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 12: Pieces on the Board - Two years after Robert's Rebellion, three foreigners visit Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, during his breakfast and alter the course of history for the Seven Kingdoms.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual Reluctant Romantic Fan Fiction Farming Military Mystery War Alternate History Far Past Magic Cheating Wimp Husband RAAC Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie Big Breasts Politics Prostitution Revenge Royalty Slow Violence
Genna found Walda sitting alone in one of the smaller courtyards of the Twins, and quickly enough the Lannister woman invited the woman to eat with her in her private quarters. While confused, the Frey girl not only complied, she had the good sense not to question anything until they were out of earshot of anyone else.
For the time from one of the courtyard to the room, neither of them spoke. Servants passed them by, and Genna made a note of who was walking where. If she was to be of use to this girl, she would need to show her the tricks of the trade correctly. It would do Genna no good if she could not demonstrate the skills she wished to pass onto the young girl.
Finally, Genna broke the silence when they sat down at the table.
Genna had made sure that the door was closed. She had allowed the girl a moment to collect her composure, but for the discussion they would have, she needed this young lady to be somewhat comfortable.
“Lady Genna...? Whatever I did, I did not do it.”
Genna almost laughed as she realized that this girl was so used to being mocked for her weight and for there to be reasons that people were upset with her that she had not considered that someone had come to invite her for a meal without it being her doing wrong.
“Oh! Or is this about Jon? If Grandpa or Lord Lannister want me to let go of him, I will. I do understand, you know...” she said.
Oh how sad the girl sounded in her statement. Had her siblings and uncles and aunts taken all of her will away?
“Young lady,” Genna found herself saying sternly. “You have done nothing wrong, and Jon’s vow is his business, not that of Lord Frey or Lannister. If the young man means to keep it, he will decide that along with his family.”
“Oh!” Walda said excitedly, before wilting like a dying flower. “Oh ... Have you come to tell me he has rescinded his promise? I do understand. I know I am not like Fair Walda or that Pretty Walda. I also heard there’s a lovely lady in Highgarden that Jon might like.”
“Walda Frey!” Genna snapped. “Jon, so far as I know, has no intention of discarding you.”
That statement seemed to catch that young girl off-guard. She flinched, unsure of herself.
“I came here to discuss you and what you want.”
“Well, I would very much like to go with Jon,” Walda said. “He is a sweet boy. He seems so much like a knight. He really does.”
“That is good because he will be a knight and likely a Lord of a small region in the North,” Genna said.
“Is that good?” Walda wondered.
“That entirely depends on the region and the lord in question. My brother is instructing Jon on how to make the most of his lot in life, so I must wonder if you are willing to do the same.”
The little chubby girl looked down before her eyes brightened.
“Does this mean I will get to be with Jon?”
The desperate sad way she said that made Genna almost want to cry in favor of the child.
“It does if you acquit yourself,” Genna said. “And if both you and Jon decide to keep your oath to one another.”
“Then I will,” the girl said, beaming with joy.
Genna shook her head, but accepted what she was given by this girl. She was not ugly. Fat was apt. She had weight on her, but that could be molded. Some said there were garments to help mold a young woman’s body to help develop a bust and exercises for a rear. If what Genna knew about the North was truth, larger women (with ample breasts) were considered attractive as they could carry many children.
While this was no guarantee, Jon was going to become a man. He would have certain urges and needs. As such, Walda would not need to be like Fair Walda, but she needed to be attractive enough to want her husband and keep him in his marital bed. Eddard Stark might have strayed before he knew Lady Catelyn, but he was as faithful as a the truest of men from what Genna had heard. If that were so, Jon would likely be the same.
As she looked the simple girl over, she also recognized that her mind was not stupid but rather she allowed the points and opinions of others to interfere with who she was and how she reacted. That would need to be altered.
With all of that in mind, Genna knew exactly where she would need to begin.
“Tell me, Walda, what do you believe people see when they look at you?”
The girl hesitated at the question. Obviously, this was not where she had expected the conversation to go.
“A ... a Frey?”
Genna smiled faintly at the reply and felt sorrow for what she might have to do to this child.
“They see a frightened little fat girl.”
Walda lowered her eyes at the admonishment and put bread back on her plate.
“That is not a bad thing,” Genna went on. “That is what they see. That does not make it true. Perhaps they laugh at you, but that also means they overlook you as they think they are your better. I am sure your sisters think you will marry whomever your grandfather commands and spend the rest of your life forgotten.”
“Well ... yes ... if Jon won’t have me.”
“But,” Genna contradicted. “That is not the truth. They are wrong, and the only reason those words hurt you so much is because you believe them when they believe these things. They do not decide your worth, Walda Frey.”
“I don’t understand.”
Genna shook her head at this little girl.
“Walda. A Stark made a vow to you. He will likely keep that vow. This means you have value, even over your prettier sisters and aunts. There are some girls that give their maidenhead to a trumped up knight, thinking they will get a castle, but all they end up with is a baby in their belly and discarded by their family. Already, you are doing better than them.”
“Really?” Walda asked, brightening up.
“Now now. Do not get a big head, young lady. Just because you are wanted does not mean you will have all you want. What that means is you have the chance of being a lady to a lesser Lord, but what you two build will be up to you.”
Walda nodded along.
“As it stands, you have a dowry, and you might be able to provide Jon with children someday. But you must have more. Some ladies are pretty, and they are able to make friends with other parts of the Seven Kingdoms. Some have many children. Others are rich. You will have very little going into your union.”
“Oh ... Does that mean I am hopeless?”
“No. It means you understand who and what you are,” Genna remarked back. “But despite what little you do have, what is the one thing you have that no one else has?”
Walda shrugged, shaking her head.
“You are a Frey,” Genna said definitively.
“Well, what good is that?”
“Young lady, there is a Frey at nearly every crossing, every port, every market, and every castle worth speaking of because your grandfather wants to ensure that if conflict broke out, he could have a family member on every side, so he is not on the losing side.”
“But how does that help me?” Walda wondered. “That just means everyone thinks my family is filled with Cravens.”
“Your family is mocked often enough for your grandfather’s chose; yes, that is true,” Genna confirmed. “But that means, much like Lord Varys, the Spider, you have family everywhere.”
“How does that help me?” Walda repeated.
“Think it through, Walda. Knights win battles with swords,” Genna continued. “Lords believe they move the pieces upon the board with armies and gold. But it takes time for gold to change hands, or for armies to move. If you have a Frey at every port, in every army, do you know what you have?”
Walda shrugged.
“You have a chance at more information that most,” Genna said. “Many say surviving in Westeros is a game, but if someone cultivated your family ... discreetly, that person would know how many pieces were at play and where they would go. You could be instrumental with a spider’s web of information second to none.
The young girl shook her head, blushed, and looked down in inferiority.
“I don’t think I could ever do something like that.”
“Why not?”
“It sounds dangerous, and if someone found out...” Walda swallowed. “Wouldn’t they kill me?”
Genna laughed softly.