After the Pale Holy Child's true body was destroyed, the outbreaks in Braavos and White Harbor were finally brought to an end. Though the plague had lasted little more than a month, it had claimed fifty or sixty thousand lives.
For people who had only just endured more than a decade of extreme weather, from winter to the Long Night and the great deluge, it seemed to have drained the last of their spirit. They appeared to have lost all hope and longing for life.
To lift their spirits, Danyla had Holy Flame Island send large quantities of supplies to distribute among the commoners whose savings were nearly exhausted. She also held days of celebrations in the major towns and cities.
In Manderly Castle in White Harbor, Torrhen Manderly, now restored to health, solemnly knelt on one knee before Danyla with his wife and children, who had hurried back from Reclea.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. You have saved White Harbor and House Manderly once again."
Overcome with emotion, Torrhen kissed Danyla's right hand and refused to let go for a long time.
Danyla could only tease him.
"Torrhen, if your brother hears about this, he'll be jealous of you."
"Huh?!"
Realizing what she meant, Torrhen immediately apologized in a fluster.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty! I got carried away!"
Their exchange sent everyone in the castle into hearty laughter.
"Get up. You're forty now. You can't keep being so impulsive! After all, the plague and winter are behind us, and the people of White Harbor still need you to lead them as they rebuild their livelihoods and return to normal life."
"Rest assured, Your Majesty. As long as I, Torrhen, am here, every person in White Harbor will have enough to eat after this season's harvest."
Seeing that everyone had regained