"Greetings, Earl Andrey. Your words are like a cool breeze on a summer day, wonderfully refreshing."
Faced with House Umber's overtures of friendship, Danyla was naturally happy to accept them.
"This is Miss Walda Frey, a member of my Personal Guard."
"Oh, heavens! Only a lady so beautiful and strong deserves to stand beside Her Highness."
The men of House Umber seemed to favor tall women, for not a single female member of the family present stood under a hundred and seventy centimeters.
"You flatter me, my lord. It is my honor to serve beside Her Highness, and an honor for House Frey as well."
At Walda's words, Earl Andrey discreetly glanced between her and Danyla, then immediately agreed.
"Of course. Although Last Hearth lies at the northernmost edge of the Seven Kingdoms, even we know that Princess Danyla is the youngest Dragon Warrior in the history of the Targaryen royal family, and its only princess with lands of her own. She can even command multiple dragons, and recently crushed the cunning House Hightower's plot in one stroke."
"If those good-for-nothing sons of mine could serve beside the princess, they would surely wake up laughing from their dreams."
"Hello, Bennard! When I saw you at Winterfell a few years ago, you were still a little coward who only dared hide in his nurse's arms and cry! But after all these years, you don't seem to have grown much taller!"
The speaker was Earl Andrey's fourth son, Andarley. Though only fourteen or fifteen, he was already nearly a hundred and ninety centimeters tall. His fine beard had only just begun to sprout, yet it already covered almost half his face.
Bennard was actually tall for his age. Compared with the children of House Umber, who carried giants' blood, however, he naturally