Black Walda had returned from the war, and the anger still burned in her veins like wildfire. The humiliations her family had suffered and the disgrace of the Starks' betrayal were a bitter pill that sat heavy in her throat. Now, back at the Twins, she didnt lose her anger.

She stood at the entrance of the hall, the flickering light of torches casting long shadows on the stone walls. The quiet chatter of the Frey bannermen and relatives filled the air, but Walda’s eyes sought someone specific. She joined them all as they were equally angered by the events.