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Eleven girls. 

Lord Frey had clapped his hands and all of his eligible daughters, granddaughters and great-granddaughters had jumped up and formed a line. “Arranged by family,” Lord Frey had explained. He introduced the first few girls.

“My daughters, Tyta, Roslin and Arwyn.”

Tyta must have been a maid of at least 30 years and the look she gave Roose was so desperate that he actually felt uncomfortable for a moment. Roslin and Arwyn were younger, much younger, in fact. Had they even bled yet? Roose found himself wondering.

“Granddaughters of my heir, Ser Stevron: Marianne, and Walda. We call that one Fair Walda since she’s not as ugly as the other Waldas.”

A fine job Lord Frey was doing of selling his granddaughters. It was true though, Fair Walda did look significantly less weaselly than what was expected of a Frey girl. But she was just a tiny slip of a thing. Lord Frey had promised a dowry of the girl’s weight in silver. Silver was useful. Pretty wasn’t.

“Serra and Sarra, twin daughters of Raymund Frey.”

The two girls were shaking in fear. They wouldn’t last a day at the Dreadfort.

“And Merrett’s daughters: Amerei, Marissa, Meryll and Walda. Ami was recently widowed -- her husband was cut down by Ser Gregor -- but the proper mourning time has already passed.”

The four sisters were a few inches taller than Lord Frey’s other eligible progeny. They’d weigh more too. Not the first two, though. Amerei was attractive enough, but if the neckline of her dress were any lower, the entire hall would be staring at her nipples. Roose valued a little more. . .modesty. The second, Marissa, was a tall and willowy thing -- a slight breeze would have knocked her over. The third, Meryll, had potential: a tall and sturdy girl, probably weighed ten or eleven stone. But the last, Walda, was delightfully fat. Meryll’s dowry would keep the larders full through the winter, but Walda’s could fund an army. Wars were expensive. 

“I like the look of this one.”

[text; Walda]: No it’s not actually that’s why I am asking so early...

[text; Walda]: The “party” is actually a launch of my makeup brand

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[unknown number]: who is this? do i know you?

[unknown number:] did walda put you up to this?

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If Ilyn could scowl harder… Well, that was just it, he couldn’t. Though,his brow did furrow a little, and his head tilted ever so slightly to the side.What could be said of Bolton’s bride? A bit ditzy, a bit clumsy, and a littletoo kindhearted. Who was he kidding? It was said her generosity was asprominent as her belly, but he certainly wasn’t going to write that down… Sowhat could he say?

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