Foreign Eyes (Temporarily Discontinued)

VII

It was the day before our wedding and Holdvilag was acting strangely. She didn't really talk to much of anyone. Most girls would be so worried about their wedding day. Not Holdvilag, she seemed more worried about the army and was suddenly worried for the safety of not only her homeland but our home. She trained the soldiers hard as she trained harder and harder everyday. Her intelligence was almost a superpower as she balanced everything she needed to do and she made it look easy.

Today, we were supposed to go for a feast with my family and my sister to host the Starks that were coming in to witness the union as well as some other houses. Most of the Starks were our biggest concern as she was foreign to all of them. This morning Cersei's servants were supposed to help her get ready and look presentable-instead they as well as I found and empty bed this morning. The bed was not only empty it was also cold and her armor and her boots were gone. As soon as I got outside in my armor the Starks and some of the other houses were already there waiting for my bride to show her face. Instead I ran towards the training area and at first I couldn't spot her. The families followed me in curiosity.

"Has anyone seen her?" I asked the soldiers who were just getting ready and they all saluted me before speaking.

"Who are you searching for Sir Jamie?" the one inquires.

"Holdgvilag." I tell them and they looked at me a bit confused as to why I would even have to ask. "Do you know where she is?" It was then I saw her, her dark hair neatly pulled back into a braid. Hexing eyes focused as she rode faster than the wind on a wild stallion's back. Her tan skin catching the light and her black freckles dotting her face as she seemed more wild than the lands she comes from. Her bow in her left hand and she pulled back the bowstring and she lets the arrow fly and I thought she would shoot straight but she pulled back last moment and the arrow flew into the sky. Arching back down and landing in the center of the head part of wooden cut out of a man's figure. "Oh, there she is." the other guard slaps the guard who just responded like an idiot to me. To make me seem like a fool. It was in that moment her grandfather the esteemed Hun leader was smiling up at her. He was proud of her and it didn't take an idiot to see that. Her bratty brother arms crossed looked at her, her dad, and her uncle. Her horse reared and she made it seem so natural and she was beautiful and wild in a way that no one would but her own family. The horse landed on it's four feet and huffed and she leaned down to tap the horse on the neck. She grabbed the reins and jumped off as she was riding barebacked. Landing square on her feet without faltering at the impact, her hand reaching up and pulling the reins in front of her horse. Seeing her like this made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It was as if I was seeing what her ancestors must've looked like. Finally an older brown haired woman with big brown eyes steps out her tan skin the most similar to Holdvilag's. The woman looked like she was Cersei's age.

Then a tall Nordic looking man stepped forward. He towered over Holdvilag and he had long shoulder length blonde hair and pale blue eyes. His arms had symbols and designs tattooed into his pale skin. He had wider shoulders than any man I had ever seen, very muscular and well built. He looked as if no armor would ever fit him. He had a soft smile pressed into his handsome scarred up face. I walked up to her and her black hair curled around her faces as some pieces slid out of the braid and framed her face. Redness dusted her cheeks and her lips were almost red naturally. She looked beautiful and everyone could easily see that. Had the bow not been in her hand and had she been dressed in a beautiful gown it was possible they would've believed her to be a weak woman and a perfect match. Instead, I found myself a bit intimidated by her.

"Holdvilag," I start and the blonde man gives me a raised eyebrow. She smacks him on the arm at his protective nature. "These are the political families you were to meet this morning before we are to be married tomorrow." She narrows her eyes a bit at me but doesn't say much of anything. "Everyone, this is my wife to be, Holdvilag Hun."