Wylla Manderly sat with her arms crossed, leaning against the stone wall of the Merman’s Court. The echoes of low conversation filled the room as Lord Wyman Manderly sat at his seat, the Freys arrayed around him like vultures, and a stranger, an envoy of King Stannîs stood before them. The tension in the room was thick, but it was Wylla's glare that stood out, unwavering and cold, fixed on the Freys.

Ser Jared Frey, the one who had spoken first, was in the middle of lying about her uncle's death during the Red Wedding, but Wylla could hardly stomach his words. She looked to the enjoy of Stannîs to shut the Frey up.