"I believe you Stark. What's more? Dorne's interests are very similar to the North's." Oberyn's statements laid heavily on Robb's shoulders. They had started off by discussing concerns in the yard to his beautiful wife's secret origins to regional interests. Robb wanted to go back to a few moments ago and take back all of the answers that he had given the prince. It didn't matter if he believed Robb or not, he had betrayed his wife's secret.

"Do not utter a thing mentioned in this hall." Robb replied in a dark tone. Her origins could not be known by anymore individuals.

"I wouldn't dream of it." Oberyn did not plan on betraying the North, nor their gift from the heavens. He knew she wasn't typical of Westeros-her complexion, accent, and movements.

The sound of the door opening pushed their conversation to silence. Maester Luwin beckoned, "Milord, we have much to discuss." Robb sucked in a breath and entered back into their chambers. This time Oberyn did not follow. He had much to contemplate. How could he present an alliance to Eddard Stark?

Robb's eyes landed on an awake Zi who greeted him with a weary smile. Her once elegantly braided hair had fallen into messy curls. While her skin lacked its usual luster, her sky blue eyes remained intense and lively.

"Milord, Lady Zipporah will be fine."

"What's wrong with her?" Robb pressed as he sat on the edge of their bed, grasping her feminine hands in his.

Before the Maester could reply, Zipporah grinned at his solemn expression. "I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened in shock, but as the news set in, his serious face turned into an excited one. He whooped and pressed his lips to her forehead.

"How certain is this?" Robb murmured toward Maester Luwin.

"Her fatigue is the earliest known symptom. I performed a test, and it came back positive. Time will tell."

Robb grinned at his wife. This pregnancy came about rather quickly. Whether it was her odd origins or them being inseparable, they were successful in beginning a new lineage of House Stark.

"We will keep this to ourselves until it is certain." Robb stated as he held her gaze. Nodding to the young couple, the Maester turned, gathered his things, and left them. Zipporah watched Robb's face change from being thrilled to being deep in thought.

"What is it?" She whispered. He remained silent, desperately thinking of how to tell her of hisconversation with Oberyn.

"Robb."

"He knows."

Who knows what?

Oberyn knows about your origins.

He winced at her lack of reply. What was she supposed to say to that? The cat was out of the bag. Zipporah tried to think about how the General would respond to something like this. She'd be pissed as hell, but she'd forgive and immediately work on a new plan of action.

"You are in trouble mister. Now we're gonna have to replan." She teased with a tentative smile. The Dornish had positive force auras. They weren't about to waste this valuable piece of information.

"Well, Oberyn said Dorne's interests are very similar to that of the North's."

"I bet they are. They don't like the Lannisters anymore than we do."

"Aye. I bet my Father will agree to a marriage between houses."

"You're thinking Sansa to Tristan?"

"If needed. Who knows? Dorne may just want to help out of revenge."

"It's a powerful motive."

"So is you being pregnant."

Biting her lip, she shifted to rest her head on his armored chest. He had been out in the yard, her fatigue interrupted him. Now, they were pregnant. They had fulfilled one of their important duties to House Stark. At sixteen, Zipporah never thought she'd be a parent. Then again, back on that rebel base, she had completely different life goals. It still seemed like she was dreaming.

"We're going to be parents." Zi stated with a laugh. "It's going to be one helluva ride, huh?"

Robb joined her laughter and easily decided that he spend the rest of the day with his wife in their chambers. Easing away from her, he began to shed the practice armor.

Zipporah watched him with an amusement. She was happy to see that he was forced to wear practice gear. It meant that he didn't have official armor yet. Her gift would be ready just before the celebration: a suit of armor fit for a king. The design had been her own, well, she had borrowed some concepts from the stormtroopers' gear.

Leaving his pants and white shirt on, Robb joined Zi in bed. Her head immediately found its home on his shoulder. His free hand found itself resting on her presently flat abdomen. They had created something. His goddess was giving him more than he ever could return.

Some time later.....

As Zipporah snoozed on his shoulder, Robb mulled over what he could say to his father concerning the Martells. Oberyn knew of their goddess. Oberyn vowed silence. What could the North offer Dorne? Would they need Dorne's support? If Zi's visions were true, they would be at war with the Lannisters. Dorne would be step one in attacking Tywin from both sides.

The Tyrell's of Highgarden would pose a problem. They backed the Lannisters, but their sentiment could be changed. But how?

His mind immediately felt Zi projecting in her sleep. At times, her gift would overpower his mind, and they would share dreams. He didn't fight her dream. Closing his eyes, he watched her dream with physical and mental shock.

His Aunt Lyanna, pregnant with a mystery child, was dressed in Targaryen colors. She was walking hand-in-hand with a white-haired,young faced Rhaegar Targaryen. The prince was adorned in armor that beautifully matched the young woman beside him. She seemed content walking arm in arm with him-the exact opposite of what Robb had been told all of his life.

"My wild wolf, we must separate for a time. That brute of a Baratheon will not let you go without a fight..."

The images shifted to Lyanna giving birth to a boy black of hair, pale skin, and purplish-grey eyes. A cloaked figure sat beside the dying beauty.

"Promise me, Ned. Keep my Jon safe."

"I promise."

The dream ended. Robb opened his eyes to glance around the room. Vader lifted his head to check on his master. Vader stared intensely at Robb. Did the cat see it too?

Robb had to speak to his father immediately. Jon was half Stark, half Targaryen. It was imperative that he be legitimized as soon as possible. Jon wasn't Ned Stark's bastard but his nephew. They weren't brothers. They were cousins: one the rightful, future King of the Seven Kingdoms, the other the future Warden of the North.

Dorne would back Jon's claim. Robb gently shifted Zipporah's head from his shoulder to the pillow behind him, climbed out of bed, and quickly dressed in his Stark colors. It was nearing the time for the evening meal. No doubt more guests had arrived, he could not look improper or messy. Before he moved to leave, he knew he'd need his wife there to help convince his father.

"Love, wake up. I need you." Robb poked her exposed shoulder. Yawning out of her sleep, her eyes met his.

"You called?" She teased.

"We need to talk to my father. I know about Jon."

"Wait how?" She asked in surprise.

"You showed me in your sleep." He answered in a smug tone.

"Ugh. Fuck my life." She lamented as she gingerly climbed out of bed. Annoyed with herself, she swiftly removed her night attire and changed into a dark purple grape colored floor-length gown. The dress left her right shoulder bare. The gown looked as though it had been draped to fit her figure. Robb gulped down his desire for her. In his mind, she could wear a sack cloth and still be the most beautiful woman in Westeros.

"Okay, let's do it." She announced as she ran her hands through her long, wavy hair. Robb lifted his arm, and she readily looped hers with his. As they walked the halls, they noted the commotion sounding from the Great Hall.

"More lords must have arrived." Robb stated with amusement.

"Great. More names to remember." She sarcastically added. Upon their arrival, the music ceased and all eyes were on them.

This is awkward.

Tell me about it.

The couple smiled in unison and moved to sit beside Lord and Lady Stark. The music and noise resumed. Zi offered little Rickon a smile, but Arya jumped up from her spot by Jon to shove Rickon away from Zi and insert herself there. She was excited about something.

"Zi, the Umbers are here!"

"Okay...and?" She drifted with confusion.

"They are great warriors-like you." Arya beamed.

Letting out a laugh, Zi grinned, "Alright, where are these mighty warriors?" Arya simply pointed to a table where rather large men sat, drinking northern ale and laughing heartily. There was a woman seated at the table, and she seemed to be standing her own amongst the men.

"The giants?"

"Aye. Lord Jon Umber and his son, Smalljon."

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Thanks for reading...next we meet the northern lords-personal fav...then we see some real move making.