What really happened on the night of Edmure Tully's wedding to Roslin Frey? Who betrayed whom? Who did or did not turn into a wolf and tear out a lackwit's throat? The smallfolk want to know just what the heck went on that night!
Well, I was there. I saw the whole thing with mine own eyes. And there are a few things that still don't quiiiiite sit right with me. Things like...
They. Sucked! Look; all the credit in the world to anyone with the courage to get up and play in front of a crowd. But these guys wouldn't take requests, and the lutist was trying to play on a crossbow? Honestly, I wasn't all that surprised when I found out they were hired assassins and not real musicians. When it comes to wedding entertainment, you get what you pay for.
Cat. Honey. No wedding is perfect. And when you claw at your face until ribbons of flesh hang off your bones, wailing like a babe, there's just no talking to you!
Drier than a Silent Sister! And just as tasty, might be. Begging your pardon.
What's your favorite part of a wedding? It's the part where you drag the bride naked and screaming to her husband's bedchamber, and listen in as he takes her maidendhead! Right? Well, all that "murderous betrayal" hubbub started just as Edmure was, by my count, rounding third base.
How much murder is too much murder at a wedding? Any guesses? I'm going to go out on a limb and say any murder would have been too much, and here's why: They ate of our bread, and of our salt, beneath our roof...remind you of a certain sacred covenant? A little thing called Guest Right, maybe? Seems kinda dick to turn around and slaughter nearly their entire blood line, tbh.