Can't Send Him To The Wall, Can't Have Him Imprisoned Long Term, Might As Well Hang Him

Aegon Was Discussing What To Do With The Bowed, Bent, and Broken House Frey. He Could Exile, Kill, Or Strip Them Of Their Wealth, Lands, and Status. Though Killing Was More Efficient, and A Sure Thing In Preventing More Frey Dissent, Aegon Had Culled Enough Of Them To Get Them To Bend Their Knees. Aegon Sat In The Hall Of House Frey, In The Chair Of The Lord Of House Frey, as The Surviving Family Members Were Brought Before Him. Most Were Women and Children, But There Maybe Twelve Able-Bodied Boys and Many More Still Injured. "Your Father and Grandfather Refused A Royal Command, That Brought This Response On Your House, But I Have Culled More Than Enough Of You To Make You Submit. Because Lothar Frey Opened The Gates, I Will Spare Your House, Lothar Will Rise As Lord Of The Twins, and As A Reward For His Loyalty You Will All Be Spared. The Women Amongst You Will Be Married Off To Various Nobles, The Prettiest Amongst You, Will Join The Royal Household As Attendants To The Queen's and Queen Mother's." Says Aegon. "The Youngest of You Will Be Fostered In Various Houses, and With Any Luck, Will Make Preferable Matches To Various Nobles." Robb Explains.

"Because Of The Trouble We Had To Go To, House Frey Is Receiving A Five Year Limit To The Size of Your Army, A Ten Percent Increase In Taxes, and The Boys Amongst You Of Suitable Age Will Be Sent North To The Wall." Says Aegon. "The Bastards of Lord Walder Will Be Sent As Fosters To The Iron Islands." Says Robb. "However, We Will Permit You To Choose Exile If You Prefer." Says Aegon. Most Seem Content To Obey, a few Seem Infuriated, But With Their Balls Bruised, Their Not About To Start Something.

Nodding, Aegon Waved For The Guards To Take Them Away. When Their Gone, Aegon Is Handed A Royal Decree, and Lothar Frey Is Ushered In. "Remove His Chains." Says Robb. "Your Grace, You've Beaten Us, Need You Do More?" Asks Lothar. "Your House Defied An Order From The King, and Demanded Something You'd No Right To Even Consider Demanding From The King. Be Thankful Your Not All Being Hanged With Your Lord." Says Robb. "He Was Our Father, Grandfather, and Great-Grandfather. But He Was Also Our Lord! What Were We Supposed To Do? Say No?" Asks Lothar. "Nevertheless, Your House Committed Treason, Treason Against Your King, Treason For The Pettiest Demands." Says Robb. "Your Grace! Please, Spare Us, Should We Pay The Price For Our Lord's Folly?" Lothar Begs. "You Will Become Lord Of The Twins, Head of House Frey, and You Will Receive A Five Year Limitation On Your Army Size and Ten Percent Extra Taxation. You Will Be Betrothed To A Woman Of Moderate Wealth and Status, and You Will Never Again Refuse A Royal Command, Because I Will Not Be So Forgiving Next Time." Says Aegon As He Had Mostly Ignored The Back and Forth Conversation Between The Lame Frey and His Hand.

"Thank Your Grace." Says Lothar. "You Can Thank Me By Getting Your Affair's In Order. I Value Loyalty, Honor, Integrity, and General Good Sense, You Have Sown Me All But The Second One, Prove You and Yours Have Honor, True Honor, and You'll Yourself A Reward Fit For A Tully." Aegon Emphasises, Before Motioning For The Guards To Take Him Away. "You Said He'd Find Himself A Reward Fit For A Tully. My Mother's Of House Tully. What Was That Meant To Mean?" Asks Robb. "Let's Just Say, Your Uncle Edmure Had Better Stay Unwed For The Foreseeable Future. I'd Rather Not Marry Your Aunt Lysa To The Man." Says Aegon. "You Mean To Suggest You'd Marry My Bat Shit Crazy Aunt To Lothar Frey? She'd Cut His Throat and Drag Him To The Vale Just To Throw His Dead Body Out That Damned Moon Door." Robb Muses. "I Know, But He Doesn't Know That, So Let's Let Him Stew Until We Have Something Solid To Give Him." Says Aegon As He and Robb Can't Help But Chuckle. "Now I See Why You Wanted Me As Your Hand, You Needed Someone To Say What You Wouldn't." Says Robb. "No, I Just Wanted To Feel Like The Older Sibling For Change." Says Aegon. "And How Did It Fee?" Asks Robb. "Don't Know How You Deal With It, Or Rhaenys For That Matter." Says Aegon as He and Robb Share A Second Chuckle.