The High Hall of the Eyrie was silent, save for the wind howling through the Moon Door. The Lannister’s voice still echoed in the chamber, his demand for trial by combat had been met with laughs, his plea for his brother dismissed with cold finality. No one would fight for him here yet he tried to offer them riches and much else.

Bronda leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, watching the Lannister. He looked worried standing infront of Lady Arryn’s throne, but there was steel in his eyes. He was a lannister, and Lannister men paid well.

She pushed off the stone and let her boots ring loud against the floor as she stepped forward. The silence grew heavier.

"I'll do it," she said, flashing a wolfish grin. "I'll be his champion."