After she accepted Walda's pledge of loyalty, the atmosphere at the feast naturally grew warmer and livelier. Everyone was pleased that House Frey had successfully forged a connection with Danyla.
Having witnessed Princess Danyla's impressive fighting skills, they respected her all the more and came forward one after another to offer toasts. Although the plain-looking members of House Frey did little to whet Danyla's appetite, the lively atmosphere still tempted her to drink a few extra cups.
Young as Danyla was, she could hold her liquor well. The mead was barely alcoholic anyway, so the feast ended with hosts and guests alike thoroughly satisfied.
Danyla would soon bring the Great Lords of the North to Riverrun one after another before they all set off for King's Landing together. As the feast drew to a close, she addressed Lord Frey politely.
"Lord Frey, I will bring all the Great Lords of the North here as soon as possible. I’m sorry to trouble you, Marquess, in the meantime."
"It is my honor, Your Highness!"
Lord Frey agreed with a sincere expression.
"Without His Majesty the King's command, Riverrun would never have had the chance to host so many Great Lords of the North at once."
"Those northern brutes pride themselves on their descent from the ancient First Men. They usually look down on latecomers like us as mere upstarts. Hahaha!"
"This time, thanks to His Majesty the King, House Frey can finally show them just how much we have to offer!"
Watching Lord Frey make light of himself without a trace of concern, Danyla felt more strongly than ever that House Frey's prosperity was no accident.
When it came to a family's survival and strength, pride and reputation were fine enough as window dressing. But treating them as the foundation of everything