Joyeuse Erenford

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Lady
Joyeuse Erenford
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Joyeuse Erenford, by Helaenarts ©

Title Lady of the Crossing
Allegiances
Culture Rivermen
Born 282 AC or 283 AC[1]
Spouse Lord Walder Frey
Issue Unborn child[2]
Books
Played by Kelly Long
TV series Game of Thrones:
Season 1 | 3

Joyeuse Erenford is a noblewoman of House Erenford. In the television adaptation Game of Thrones, she is portrayed by Kelly Long.

Appearance

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Joyeuse is a pale and wispy[3] and frail young woman.[4]

Recent Events

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A Game of Thrones

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The sixteen-year-old Joyeuse marries Walder Frey, Lord of the Crossing and seven times a widower, on his ninetieth name day.[5] Though invited to Joyeuse and Walder's wedding, the ailing Lord Hoster Tully, Lord of Riverrun, does not attend.[4]

A Storm of Swords

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Joyeuse is present when Robb Stark, King in the North and King of the Trident, presents himself at the Twins before Lord Edmure Tully's wedding to Roslin Frey, Walder's fifth daughter. When Lord Walder has his kinswomen present themselves so that Robb can make amends after having married Jeyne Westerling instead of a Frey, Joyeuse prevents Jinglebell from joining the women.[3]

Joyeuse dances with Robb during the wedding feast.[6] The Freys then betray House Stark with the Red Wedding.[6]

A Feast for Crows

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Joyeuse is pregnant.[2]

Quotes by Joyeuse

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Joyeuse: We all so wanted to pay homage to Queen Jeyne. She must be fair to look on.
Robb: She is most fair, my lady.[3]

—Joyeuse and Robb Stark

Quotes about Joyeuse

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Lord Walder was ninety, a wizened pink weasel with a bald spotted head, too gouty to stand unassisted. His newest wife, a pale frail girl of sixteen years, walked beside his litter when they carried him in. She was the eighth Lady Frey.[4]

—thoughts of Catelyn Stark

Did you see her? Sixteen she is, a little flower, and her honey's only for me. I wager she gives me a son by this time next year.[4]

I remember what to do with a woman too. That wife of mine will give me a son before this time next year, I'll wager. Or a daughter, that can't be helped. Boy or girl, it will be red, wrinkled, and squalling, and like as not she'll want to name it Walder or Walda.[4]

References

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