Brienne is naturally wonderful. Frea knows this to be a fact. She's an expert in nature. And wonderfulness. And Brienne. Those people in the court in Tarth clearly didn't bother to get to know her properly.

Wishes are often contradictory. Learning how to balance them is one of the harder lessons in life. Easier to do together.

"Oh, so I'm not even in the running?" It was a good attempt, Brienne, but this isn't quite over. Frea has a lot of fight left in her. One formal dance might be all anyone's getting out of her, but for now, she won't argue. She reaches up to smooth Brienne's hair out of her face before resting her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Like this?"