The hall was deathly silent for a long heartbeat until Lords Umber Mazin stood up and cheered. Quickly, most of the hall was filled with jubilation. Torrhen couldn't help but blink at the news. He had seen the little stag lady – she always looked rather happy and sweet, despite the scarring on her face. The servants had whispered that she was blessed by the old gods. Now, the girl was to become the Queen.