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"Milady, it's time to wake. The family is going to be breaking fast soon." Gwen gently shook the sleep from her mistress. Zipporah gradually opened her eyes to see that day had, in fact, arrived. Dreams and nightmares had not visited her during the night.
Feeling completely rested, she climbed out from under the furs and began to change out of her night wear. It seemed reasonable to assume that she could wear her bra from her previous outfit, but Gwen had laid out new under garments. Zipporah pulled on the thin material and turned to Gwen who simply nodded as she was arranging the blue dress.

"This was made by Sansa. She is Lord Stark's eldest daughter."

The dress, she realizes, is much more than a blue gown. It was a breathtaking slate blue gown that had a drop waist silhouette, a intricately embellished bodice that used what looked like to be glass beading, a rather deep v-neckline, and cap sleeves. It took some time to get into the dress, because, one, she didn't want to ruin it, and two, she had never been tied into a dress before.
Once the dress was secure, Zi expertly rebraided her hair to the side leaving one ear to be exposed, so the family understood her appearance. Gwen helped her place a gray fur lined cloak upon her shoulders. Gwen took a step back and grinned. "Forgive me for being forward Zi, but you look stunning. You'd make Cersei Lannister jealous."
Confusion crossed over the teen's face. "Well, thank you. I'm sure whoever this Cersei is..." Her voice trailed off. Who was she kidding? There was so much to learn. Names, places, customs. Good force. She had to find a way home. The force tugged at her, closing her eyes, she felt the force encompass her and give her the feeling of permanence. Annoyed by the verdict given, Zi turned her attention to the idea of food. "So where is this breakfast you speak of?"

Smiling a rather innocent smile, Gwen motioned for the gift of the gods to follow her. She had heard the servants gossip about her lady-how beautiful she was, her alleged gifts...her origins. Rumors flew about what Lord Stark would do with her. Zi took in the tapestries that lined the castle walls and noted the different markers for each turn she took. Children's laughter reached her ears causing her to feel excited. She loved children and could not wait to meet them.
"Right through there milady. I cannot join you." Gwen left her alone at the entrance. Timidly, Zipporah entered the large dining room. Her eyes landed on a long table with many people seated. Biting the inside of her cheek, she spotted Lord Stark at the head of the table and figured she'd address him first.
"Good morning Lord Stark. Thank you for your hospitality. I apologize for being late?" Why were all of her statements sounding like questions?
Lord Stark stood up in response and greeted warmly, "Welcome Lady Zipporah. Your tardiness is understandable. You journeyed far to get here." You have no idea.
He shifted out of his seating area in order to introduce his family, "This is my lady wife, Catelyn. My youngest son Rickon, then there's Bran. Arya is my youngest daughter followed by Sansa. Theon is my ward, and this is my eldest, Robb." The boy, no man, turned to face her and her heart stopped. He was the most handsome being she had ever seen, and she had seen quite a bit. His eyes were a steel blue, and he had lush reddish brown hair. He seemed to favor his mother's coloring. Arya and Bran looked more like their father. There was one boy who Lord Stark did not introduce. He had a mop of black curls, and looked to be identical in age to Robb. He was quite handsome as well. Robb climbed to his feet, moved to stand in front of her, and bowed slightly. "Milady, would you like to sit between Arya and I?"
"Sure?" She moved quickly to sit next to the young girl who simply stared at her.
"Are you an angel?" Arya questioned in a hushed voice.
Blinking to clear her mind, she answered rather coyly, "I do not know, but I suppose anything is possible." She felt heat on her right side. Shifting to lean into the warmth, it took her a moment to realize she was leaning into Robb.
She straightened immediately, "My bad." He chuckled under his breath as he listened to Rickon tell his mother his plans for the day. Sansa sat across from her. Zipporah finally had the opportunity to thank the young girl for lending her this treasure,
"Lady Sansa, thank you for lending me this dress. It is beautiful." The redhead immediately brightened and began to describe how she made the dress and how she'd make Zi her own. Zi simply nodded every so often, careful not to interrupt the girl's rant. She finally stopped when Arya kicked her under the table.
"Arya!" Sansa shrieked across the table. Zipporah smirked as the young girl took off running, and the redhead was right behind her. Turning her attention to Lady Stark, she seemed amused yet embarrassed, however, she said nothing.
"Milady, would you like some?" Robb's voice was deep and rich causing her to melt. She finally understood what the older pilots were talking about.
"Yes, please." She took the plate offered to her. Their hands barely touched, but the force travelled through them. Zi was startled at the exchange, and Robb seemed confused.
Theon watched the encounter with a smirk, "Aye Robb, you've got the gift of the gods staring at you. Make a move!"
Zipporah snapped from her thoughts and selected a few rolls and fruits to eat. She ate silently as she felt Robb shoot a glare at Theon. Feeling her stomach drop at the idea of Robb being protective, her thoughts hated that these foreign emotions made her feel weak and transparent. Theon maintained his smirk as Robb became more enraged.
"You will not mention this again." Zipporah commanded, using the force to get rid of the tension.
"I will not mention this again," Theon blandly stated. A chuckle emerged from Lord Stark as he watched the exchange. The girl could control others. While it was dangerous to others, she seemed to be in favor of House Stark. He had an idea, but he was unsure if his Lady wife would go for it.
Robb watched with surprised eyes as Theon's smirk disappear and a solemn look replaced it. He glanced at the beautiful creature sitting beside him who seemed to feel guilty about what had happened. His Lord Father had warned him that the female was special, but he couldn't help but feel as though his father had been holding out. Zipporah was all Robb could think about. Every facet of his mind was filled with her. He was drawn to her---the moment she had walked into the room, he was hers. He couldn't be with anyone else.
Zipporah blushed at his possessive thoughts.
I'm not that great Robb.
He flinched as he felt her speak to him...in his mind. How was this possible?
The force, Robb. It tells me you are trustworthy.
Gulping, he gave a slight nod and forced himself to eat some of the food before him.
If this bothers you, I'll stop. To him, she sounded meek and almost sad. He didn't want her to go or even move away from him. His mind was immediately addicted to her presence.
Don't go. It's new to me.
I get it, but this much easier for me.
How did you get Theon to be quiet?
It's called a mind trick. I learned it when I was young. I have a tendency of being overly curious.
Curious? That can be a dangerous thing. He mentally teased. Each time they spoke, the easier it came to him. The feeling of being connected was intoxicating.
I like danger. I've flown amongst the stars. His eyes widened at her reply. She could fly? Was she a god herself?
Aye. Do you wish to accompany me on a tour of Winterfell?
I would like to see this place. Like I said, I am quite curious.
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I wonder what her favorite place will be in Winterfell...hmmm...