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Later that evening, Zipporah found herself alone in her room---she had already dismissed Gwen for the evening. As she sat in her nightgown, she regarded herself in the crude mirror before her. Nothing about her appearance had changed; save for her eyes, they seemed brighter. She wasn't sure if it was her darker surroundings or the bond that was forming with Robb that caused this shift in intensity. The day, overall, was overwhelming. The amount of information that she was introduced to was staggering, from customs to locations to names, the works.
If she were honest with herself, she greatly doubted her ability to bring balance to the force here. It seemed that they had placed her on a pedestal and that went against all of her past experiences. These strange people actually believed in her, but what if she failed them? What if the king of this land finds out about her and tries to end her? Or worse, take her captive?
A shudder ran through her body at the thought. The Dark Side had tried to acquire her before, and it left scars---mentally and emotionally. Snoke had haunted her dreams and whispered doubts into her mind. Kylo Ren had given in; she had not, granted she was younger, but that did not negate Snoke's desire to gather all force sensitive individuals to the Dark Side.
Sighing, she turned to look at Vader who was intently watching her from the large bed. Moving to join him on the bed, Zi blew out the candles around the room, lifted up the various furs, slipped under the pelts, and beckoned the cub to come closer. Vader swiftly laid on his head on her stomach and began to purr. His purr was loud yet comforting, and eventually, it lulled her to sleep.
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Zipporah woke to insistent knocking at her door. Gingerly climbing out of bed and snagging her robe, she hesitantly opened the door. Force how she missed intercoms.
The open door revealed a young Rickon Stark who ran passed her into the room and toward Vader. Vader restarted his purring as the child fussed over him.
You diva.
"Rickon, does your Mom know you're here?" Zi asked with an amused expression. The boy bashfully looked up at her from the bed, "Robb said I could meet the kitty." Laughing quietly at his meekness, she closed her eyes and sought out Robb.
You sicked Rickon on me? Your Mom is going to worry.
He wanted to see the cub.
He woke me up.
Good, it's time for breaking fast.
Ending their conversation, Zi glanced at the boy who seemed to be quite taken with the cub. "Rickon, it's time for breakfast. You can visit with Vader later, okay?"
Rickon's face crumpled with disappointment causing Zipporah to waver on getting the youngest Stark to his mother.
"Fine. Your pouty face wins." She stated with a grin. He smiled widely at her and continued to pet Vader.
Leave the door open, Zi moved to return to sitting on a portion of the large bed. As Rickon cooed at Vader, her mind wandered to the children back on the base. They were so rambunctious and untamed, while these children seemed so calm and orderly. If she had children, who would they be like? Rebels or Starks?
"Are you a god? Arya said..." He murmured to her in a soft, timid voice.
"No, just blessed lil man."
"I'm not a man."
"One day, you will be," a deep voice interrupted. Zipporah brightened at the sight of Robb Stark leaning against the door jam. "Rickon, it's time to let Lady Zipporah get ready for the day. Vader will still be here, come."
Knowing that his pout would not sway his eldest brother, Rickon stomped out of the room and down the hall. Nodding with satisfaction, he added, "See you soon, milady." As he closed the door, Zi rushed to get ready.
Quickly dressing in a thick grey dress that hugged her waist and flared out at her hips. The cloth itself had a light pattern of roses stitched into it. It was clear to Zipporah that someone spent a lot of time crafting the dress.
It was strange to Zi that Gwen had not appeared, but everyone deserved a day off. Zi sculpted her hair into a high ponytail, placed her feet into the grey flat shoes, and bid Vader goodbye. Wanting to see Robb again, she walked faster than the average human to the dining hall. Laughter reached her ears prompting her to enter with a toothy grin on her face.
Arya was quick to wave her over, and the young pilot could not resist her enthusiasm.
As she took a seat, it was very easy to see that something troubled Lord Stark. The children seemed to take notice and quietly ate their food. Robb gazed at her with a confused expression.
What's going on?
I do not know. The minute my Lord Father saw you, his countenance darkened.
I haven't done anything.
"Lady Zipporah, who gave you that dress to wear?"Lord Stark questioned in a controlled tone.
"I found it in my room, Sir. Should I change?"
The Lord seemed to be mulling it over, and Zipporah could not resist spying.
She is wearing Lyanna's gown. My wild sister...It is not her fault. She did not know of Lyanna's existence or demise. I cannot fault her, but what if that gown sparks Jon's memory of his real mother?
Zipporah immediately felt ashamed at her spying and quickly excused herself from the hall. Pacing back to her room, she carefully peeled off the dress and changed into the one she had worn yesterday. These Northerners did not seem to care if things were repeated, they had gray as their official color. Zi was hesitant to return. Jon was not Lord Stark's son; he was his nephew. The plot had thickened immensely.
How could Lord Stark allow Lady Stark to treat Jon this way if he was his nephew...? She didn't know.
This situation is becoming more awkward by the second. A knock sounded at the door
"Come in." She called softly as she began to reclasp her cloak. Robb entered and raised an eyebrow at her, "You changed?"
"Yeah..turns out the gown was your Aunt Lyanna's."
"Ah, that explains my Father's demeanor."
"Totally. So do tell ....your Aunt died?"
Nodding with a sad smile, "She died during Robert's Rebellion. Rhaegar Targaryen kidnapped her, raped her, and was responsible for her death."
"Well shit. That's terrible. I'll be sure to put that dress somewhere safe and not wear it again."
Chuckling, Robb smiled at her and offered, "Shall I show you the Godswood?"
Hooking her arm in his, she teased, "Lead the way Captain!"
After some time, they reached a thicket of trees. "This is the godswood. I come here to reflect." He offered with a half smile.
Robb could feel her apprehension lingering from this morning, and he knew the godswood would help. Looking about her, she took in all the different details of the small grove. In the center, a tree that looked to be crying blood called to her. Moving towards it, she felt the force crackle. How could a tree harbor the force? Her dominant hand lightly touched the tears and a jolt rocked her body.
She fell backwards and into Robb. "What the hell." She gasped as she shakily collected herself.
Are you alright?
I think so. I was shocked by the tree. A jolt of energy?
Do you feel normal?
Pausing, she closed her eyes and took inventory of herself.
Love, your arms.
Her eyes landed on her own arms that were now covered in new tattoos that were tan in color, reminding her of the temporary tattoos some received for a whim. She could make out different shapes, but she had no idea what the writing meant.
You have my House's sigil stamped on your arms? How?
The tree.
The gods have marked you. Those markings are in high valyrian. Maester Luwin knows some of the language.
Robb, I feel dizzy.
She collapsed in his arms. Robb began to panic. Thanking the gods that she wasn't heavy, he rushed her inside. Practically running through the halls, Robb made it to the Maester's chambers in record time.
"Maester, she needs help."
The older man looked up from his book to see the young lord carrying a sleeping beauty. The girl was pale and covered in strange markings.
"Lay her on the table." Robb girl set her down and watched possessively as the maester began to inspect her body.
"She is different, yes?"
"Yes, she says she's from a place called Alderaan. She's gifted."
Nodding, the maester listened to her heartbeat, which was strong and steady. Her breathing was also strong.
"What did she say before she collapsed?"
"She said she felt dizzy." Robb wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He needed her. She was his, and he was hers. He had already begun rehearsing his petition to his lord father for her hand in marriage. He wanted his pups to come through her. His destiny was to be with her, that much he knew. He could feel it in his bones.
The maester selected a vial from his collection, uncorked it, and held the vial below her nose. Instantaneously, her eyes snapped open, and she whispered, "Winter is coming." Robb pulled her into his arms.

Don't ever scare me like that again.
The force wanted me to see things.
What kind of things?
I do not know the names of who or what I saw.
I will help you decipher your visions.

My wolf. I need you. Her mental tone was sensual sparking a warming trend in his body. Swallowing his desire, he turned to Maester Luwin, "The gods have spoken to her. I'm going to take her to Father."
The maester simply nodded at the young Lord. The girl on his table seemed still be reeling from her experience. Luwin knew the girl was special for he, too, had heard the rumors that drifted through the walls. The markings on her arm looked familiar. Before she moved to leave, he moved closer to read the markings on her right arm.
Bantis zōbrie issa se ossȳngnoti lēdys. His eyes widened, and he whispered, "For the night is dark and full of terrors." Robb knew those words from the scary stories that Old Nan would tell him before sleeping.
Shifting to the other side, Luwin inspected her left arm-the dominant side, "Winter is coming. All men must die."
"Are these omens?"
"I do not presume to know milord. These phrases have been in existence for thousands of years. These, specifically, are strong, passionate sayings. Perhaps your lord father will have some insight?"
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"You can't be serious Ned. She's a foreigner!" Cat did not wish to see her firstborn paired with the odd girl. The older woman could admit that Zipporah was beautiful, but she was much too different. Robb's veins flowed with blood of wolves and the First Men. What did that girl know about any of that?
"You were not of the North either, Cat. I firmly believe the gods sent her to strengthen our house. She is Robb's perfect match."
Cat sighed in defeat. They had been talking in circles. There was no way that she'd be able to change his mind. Her good-daughter would have much to learn.
A knock sounded from the door, Robb poked his head in, "Father? Mother?"
"Yes Robb, what is it?!" Catelyn addressed in a somewhat tight tone. Robb regarded his mother with raised eyebrows but easily moved on, "I showed Zipporah the godswood. She was shown something father."
Lord Stark nodded in understanding, "Where is she?"
"I am here milord." She spoke softly as she passed by Robb into the room. Her countenance seemed guarded. Zipporah sensed the tension and frustration in the room. Lady Stark's eyes watched her with suspicion.
Lord Stark noticed her arms, "Did the gods mark you too?"
"Yes sir." Feeling self conscious, she wrapped her arms around her waist. The back of her mind buzzed. Robb was right behind her sending her positive thoughts.
"What did you see?"
"I'm uncertain about the location or timeline, but I witnessed a lion attack a young wolf pup. It began to snow, and then the lions and wolves fought. The outcome was unclear."
Lord Stark's face paled at her words. She frowned at his response.
Did I say something wrong?
We are the wolves. The Lannisters are the lions. You have seen the future.
Fuck. Uh, I'm sorry, that was unladylike.
I don't mind. It's different.
What's going to happen now? I sense nothing.
"We must make contingency plans. While it is unclear when this will happen, I feel confident that it shall. First, we must strengthen our house. Robb, I know we told you marriage after your name day, but circumstances have forced us to move it forward.
Lady Zipporah, while you have arrived just yesterday, it seems that you have become content to stay. Will you consent to marry Robb? The gods have blessed you."
Zipporah froze at his question. She didn't know what to do or say. The force sent her to do something. A bond had formed between herself and Robb. Could she stay and fight for these people that she barely knew?
"I consent." Surprisingly, her voice did not waver, and she felt the force strengthen her.
Mine.
Yours.
The strength left her as soon as it had come. Feeling tired, she wordlessly left the room and headed back to her room. She needed to decompress and cuddle with Vader. The further away she moved from Robb, the more she sensed the Dark Side. Its presence startled her, causing her to stop walking.
Please wait.
I am. I need to rest. Will you come with me?
Yes love.
Soon, Robb joined her in the hallway, and they continued walking to her room. Upon opening the door, they were greeted by Vader meowing from the bed.
"You lazy cat. That's where I left you earlier."
Robb stopped at the doorway.
"Is that a shadowcat?"

"Probably. His name is Vader, and he's my pet. Vader, this is Robb. You listen to him." The cat seemed to understand and moved to greet Robb at the door. Robb hesitantly reached to touch the feline. There were stories about the ferocity of shadow cats, but this one appeared to be tame.
"Help me with this dress? I don't want to lay in this gown." Removing the cloak, Zipporah gazed at Robb who appeared to be conflicted. Was it something she said?
What did I do now?
It would be improper for me to undress you.
Why?
I'm not supposed to see you undressed until our wedding night.
Oh, gotcha.

Resigning herself to being stuck in the dress, she turned to face the stoic Stark before her.
Your mom kept thinking about wolves blood. What's that about?
Laughing loudly, he placed his hands on her hips and replied smugly, "It is said that the Stark's descended from wolves. Our House sigil is the dire wolf. Our blood is strong."
"Oh really? Why do you need me then?"
"Imagine a wolf mating with a goddess? Unstoppable."
"I'm not a goddess, Robb. I'm just a pilot."
"What is that exactly?" He cocked his head at her and smiled.
"Uh, well, it's like a soldier, but I fly planes in the galaxy. I thrive amongst the stars."
He could see her passion, and it warmed him. "What are planes?"
She pictured Poe flying his plane and shared the image with Robb. She felt his terror at the experience and quickly ended the vision.
He seemed to be lost. Uncertain of what to do, she pressed her lips to his. At first, he did not respond, but once she placed his hands on her butt. He seemed to snap out of it and channeled his emotions into their connection. He pulled away to speak, but she kissed a trail from his lips to his neck. "I'm sorry for my reaction. Uhh." Struggling to focus, Robb closed his eyes and tried to picture the plane again.
Show me your world again, but don't stop touching me.
She nipped at his neck in reply. Zipporah showed him a typical day on the Resistance Base. His mind was enraptured with colors and machines he could ever have she showed him her practicing with a lightsaber, his grip tightened on her.
The images stopped and so did her contact with his neck. His body felt like a live wire, pulsing with curiosity and attraction.
"Are you sure you don't want to undress me?" Her voice was raspy, and her eyes begged him to say yes.
"Soon." He choked out. This was going to be difficult, but he was a Stark. Honor was essential to maintain.
"Your body tells me otherwise." She teased as her hand grazed his crotch. Doing his best to steel himself against her touch, Robb asked excitedly, "The sword of light. Do you have it?"
Before she could show him the metallic weapon, Gwen entered and quickly muttered an apology, "I apologize milord. I did not know anyone was here. I was bringing Lady Zipporah a few gowns from Winter Town. Lady Stark asked me to acquire some." She kept her eyes fixed on the ground before the couple. They were in intimate proximity of one another, and Gwen was unsure of what was going on between her mistress and the future Lord of Winterfell.
Robb's eyes hardened at the girl's mention of his Mother. It was not hard to see that his Mother did not like Zipporah. She was protective of her children. The Stark's were a different House from the rest of Westeros. They were always weary of outsiders; Northerners were cut from a different cloth---resilient, loyal, and above all, honorable. Northerners only cared for the North; the South was inconsequential to them. Southerners were frivolous and seen as snakes. Robb did not fault his mother for being suspicious, but it was easy to see that his future wife was meant to thrive in the North. She was an asset to House Stark. Being gifted and beautiful was hard to come by in Westeros. Most matches were forced and meant to assure power over a given area. The Stark's had descended from kings, when the North was independent, free, and strong---enter in the Targaryens on dragons demanding fire and blood. She could be mistaken for having dragon's blood---her ethereal complexion. However, her eyes, hair, and build said otherwise.
"Gwen, thank you for bringing these. As much as I love this dress, it is quite uncomfortable."
The young blonde nodded, placed the gowns on the bed, bowed, and left the duo.
"Tell me about these lions."
Robb bit the inside of his cheek, searching for words to explain the treacherous Lannisters of Lannisport.
"When the Mad King ordered his men to 'kill them all,' Jaime Lannister killed him by stabbing him in the back. That sparked a war---well, no, uh. Lannisters have a history of buying anything and anyone. They have little concern for honor or proprietary."
"So...they're shady?" She asked as her mind processed his words. Her book had mentioned the Mad King and his thirst for blood. She wasn't sure about the circumstances, but in her world, wealth could not and would not buy happiness. The idea that the Lannisters held their money so dearly was quite bothersome.
"Shady? I do not know if they wait in the shade, but they are concerned with pride, like the lions they are."
"Tracking: essentially they have their values screwed up?"
"Yes. They have little regard for others. I am relieved that I will never have our House joined with theirs."
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