She closed her eyes, her heart trying not to break.
"You're Grace." called one of Jon's Kingguard. "Yes."
"You've a raven....from Meereen." He said and she nodded. "Is it about Jon?" She asked and his hesitation spoke volumes. "I'll read it later." She said, tiredly. "Yes, You're Grace." He said and she could hear his footsteps leading away.
"Please, find him." She begged and he stopped. "He is alive, I know it, I can feel it." She said, brushing her tears with a crooked finger.
"We will find him, You're Grace, We will." He told her and she nodded. She watched the snow fall some more. Recalling the happiest day of her life.
Her handmaids brushed her hair, over and over and she swore her scalp was going to tear off. They weren't sure what to do with hair like hers, she was from the east, born in the sun, her skin was warm and her hair was thick, soft, but thick. Trying to get it into Northern braid was not n easy feat. " You're Grace, are we hurting you?" asked a sweet woman they called Old Nan. "No, Ma'am, you're not....not really." She said with a smile and a wince. She was happy, despite the pain in her scalp. When they were finished with her, she looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't look Northern, though she wore a while fur shaw and a dress that circled her feet, made of thick fabric, she didn't look Eastern either, though her hair was still dark as was her skin. She was painted, only slightly, her hair brushed and combed so tight that it reached down her back, and spilled down her back. They tied a loose braid, as was her family's' tradition. A married woman wore her hair tied, and for added touch, they added small northern flowers.
"You look lovely my Dae flower." She turned to see her father, in the wheeled chair Jon had commissioned for him. She smiled at him. "Thank you, Papa, I am so nervous, I don't know why."
"It is a huge step you are taking, I was the same way with your mother,." He told her before a round of coughing over took him. She started for him but he stopped her with a hand. He was on his last leg, they both knew it. When on proposed she wanted the wedding to happen quickly so that her father could it. "No no, don't you dare, not today, this is your day, my sweet girl, don't you worry about me."
"That's like asking me not to breath." She said, realizing Jon had said those words to her once.
"Well..." Her father said. "Let's go, before you faint." He said and she chuckled and with a help of a kingsguard, they wheeled her father out and she walked beside him. Her heart racing so fast she was surprised she wasn't running, though once look at Jon, and she wanted to.