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"No." Both women simultaneously answered. Ellaria and Zi shared a look of relief.

"My love, I'm tired from our travel. I couldn't not possibly duel another." The Dornish woman purred as she moved toward the men. Zipporah made no move to follow. While she was thankful for Ellaria's intervention on their behalf, Zi felt a wave of fatigue hit her. Her late night with Robb must have finally caught up with her. "Lady Catelyn, please excuse me, I do not feel well."

Her lady mother simply nodded at her, noting the girl's extra pale complexion.

Zi hastily left the deck and headed toward their room.

I do not feel well babe. I'm going to lie down.

Do you need me?

I just plan on sleeping off this feeling. Please give my apologies to the Prince.

As she entered her room, Gwen greeted her with a hesitant smile. "Gwen, will you help me out of this dress? I'm feeling less than stellar." Gwen quit working on making the bed and assisted her mistress. Gwen could see the tiredness resting on Zipporah's normally flawless complexion.

Once the dress was unlaced, Zi shed it and quickly replaced it with one of her nightgowns.

Zi collapsed face down on the massive bed and felt sleep take her. Meanwhile, Gwen pulled the covers over her and motioned for Vader to join the already sleeping Zi. It was strange that this young woman was so tired. Gwen frowned at the slumbering form before her. A girl of six and ten should not be this tired.

Gwen hastily put the gown away, left the room, and headed toward the Maester's turret. Gwen refused to allow anything to happen to her kind mistress. Since her arrival, House Stark had greatly improved, both in demeanor and strength.

"Maester Luwin, I think Lady Zipporah requires your assistance." Maester Luwin ceased his crafting of herb mixtures.

"Oh? What is troubling her, young one?"

"Extreme fatigue maester. She fell face down on her bed..." Her voice drifted off.

"Ah, I see. Let me gather my things, and I will be there shortly. Have you spoken with Lord Robb?" The Maester moved rather quickly for his old age.

"No, I came straight to you." Gwen lowered her eyes and waited to be scolded for her hasty behavior.

"Please go inform Lord Robb of his lady wife's current state. Tell him I will meet him in their chambers."

Gwen slightly bowed and rushed toward the practice yard where she could hear shouting and clanging of metal. How was she supposed to tell the young, possessive lord that something might be wrong with his wife? Gwen already knew that Robb did not fully trust her, but she knew Zi did.

Increasing her pace, she moved along the side looking for the young lord. When she finally spotted him, he seemed to be in deep conversation with Prince Oberyn. Both men were speaking in low tones, and their faces downcast.

Gwen projected across the yard as best she could, "Milord, forgive me for interrupting, Maester Luwin sent me to get you."

Lord Robb pushed off of the stable wall and met her halfway. "What is it concerning Gwen? I'm in the middle of a very important-"

Cutting him off and immediately regretting it, Gwen announced, "Lady Zipporah passed out in your chambers milord. Maester Luwin is on his way there now." Robb's solemn face shifted to alarm. Moving away from the servant girl, he returned to Prince Oberyn for a but a moment and then moved toward House Stark's familial quarters. Prince Oberyn swiftly followed the young lord.

From their brief, intense conversation, Oberyn knew this girl was the real key to the North. The duo arrived to find the Maester setting his belongings on the desk on the far wall.

"Lord Robb, could you roll her over?" The older man muttered as he pulled out several vials of herbs.

Robb cautiously moved to his wife's side. Somehow she was sleeping face down. This was not her typical posture. Sliding his armored arms underneath her, he slowly rolled her to lie on her back. Her normally ethereal complexion lacked any color. Robb's eyes searched her face for pain or distress, but he could not see any.

Love, are you alright? He pushed at her mentally. Nothing.

"Milord, I need to assess her." Luwin gently pressed as he moved toward the young girl. Robb reluctantly moved away from her and stood beside a grim looking Prince Oberyn.

As Luwin inspected the young beauty, he gently probed for any obvious ailments. Robb meanwhile mentally pleaded with her to wake up. Prince Oberyn watched the young lord fret over his wife. They had been married for a shorter time, but they acted as if they had been together for many years. What kind of northerner magic would create such a connection?

"Milord, forgive my bluntness, but has Lady Zipporah bled since your wedding?" Robb blinked a few times and silently shook his head. "Milords, I need to perform a test. I believe it best to clear the room." Prince Oberyn could read between the lines and know that the Maester was trying to preserve the young girl's decency. Nudging Robb toward the door, the Dornish rogue cast one last look at the girl, she needed to get better.

Robb barely moved outside the door.

"She is strong, no?" Oberyn offered with a faint smile.

"Aye."

"When we spoke earlier, you mentioned that she was from the far north. Beyond the wall?" Oberyn had to know where this girl came from. Her origins could clarify future political skirmishes and could aid in understanding what was wrong with her.

Robb shifted uncomfortably. There was little room to lie about this. "No. Not from beyond the wall."

Prince Oberyn could immediately see through his reply. "Stark, we promised not to lie."

"She is not from Westeros." Robb muttered as his steel blues bored into the closed door. She seemed fine at morning fast and even at the yard. What happened? Did the gods need to show her something again?

"So across the narrow sea?"

"No."

"No? Where could she be from? She drop out of the sky?" Oberyn teased as he mulled over the information presented by a rather obstinate Stark. Robb's strained face answered him. The amused smile faded from Oberyn's strong features.

"She fell from the sky?" His voice sounded unsure and even nervous. What would Ellaria think of this? She almost challenged a being from the heavens.

"She described it as crashing." Robb began to pace. What could be taking so long?

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Maester Luwin could feel the stress rolling off of the young Lord. He held smelling salts underneath her nose. Her eyes fluttered open. "Huh?"

"Milady, you collapsed. Gwen and your lord husband are very worried. I would like to perform a test."

Zi trying to gather her bearings nodded and waited for the older man to continue.

"I need a urine sample, milady." She stoically moved to the curtain area that contained their chamber pot. Glancing down, she noted that it had already been cleaned. This was the worst adjustment from her previous life. Automatic flushing was a simple thing there; now, it was probably hundreds of years away.

Quickly doing her business, Zi moved back to her bed. She didn't want to see what the Maester was going to do with her pee. What was wrong with being tired?

After a few moments, Maester Luwin smiled kindly at her, "When did you last bleed?"

Mentally she counted the days. She should have bled last week.

"I missed. It should have been last week."

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