Blood pounded in her ears. Zipporah was glaringly aware that she had screamed "no," and now, the room was deathly quiet. Han's face was grave, and his eyes apologetic. Zipporah felt as if every nerve was on fire. She wasn't a Celchu? BUT a SOLO? How?

No.

Impossible.

The images from his mind were startling and oddly accurate to how she'd imagine her mother to be. And yet, something was wrong with this. Han had been unfaithful to Leia. There had been something, but she'd assumed that it was Ben's turning. She had been wrong, so so wrong.

Moments passed. It felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was a few seconds.

"What is the meaning of this outburst?" Lady Catelyn finally prompted. At first, she thought it was about the realm, but then she looked at the scene before her. She could readily see that there was a huge problem between the two, which alarmed the older female as the two had been nearly inseparable.

"I—" Zipporah began. Her voice faltered and ended. How was she going to explain this? That her entire life had been a lie? Her father had been around the entire time. She could've had a family. She had a brother. A Solo, not a Celchu. With her shoulders sinking inward, she silently rose and left. Her ears registered objections from Han, Robb, and Jon. She refused to listen. Time was needed.

As she weaved through the castle, Zi found herself in their room, gazing down at Aiden. He was still sound asleep. Peaceful. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that she could never bring herself to abandon him—ever. Aiden would know his parents, family, and origins. No guessing. No lies.

Briefly closing her eyes, Zipporah took in the force and let it flow through her. Its presence was calming and gave her a break from the reality around her. The air shifted causing her to pause her wonderment in the force.

As she opened her eyes, she found herself on what looked to be a First Order ship.

"You've returned." A dark growl sounded from her right. Turning, her grey eyes landed on her half-brother. He looked terrible—broken. Perhaps more than her?

"You didn't listen, did you?" She snapped back at him. Kriff, the force had the poorest timing. He moved closer and bitterly replied, "She chose them." Pain was clear in his tone.

"You asked her to be something she is not." Zipporah couldn't believe the words coming from her mouth. They were not hers. Who was using her force strength?

"I am a monster; she is not."

Zipporah sighed and feeling another speak, "You are lost, young Solo. But know that your family will always be your plum-line. Seek forgiveness."

"Why does everyone over-simplify everything?" He muttered with a sigh.

"Sometimes a complex problem is best solved by a simple answer. You have time."

He moved to be in front of her. He looked into her eyes. Zipporah, the old part of her, would have taken a step back and lower her eyes. However, now, she was Queen of the North, the Mother of Wolves. Queens never falter. Tensing, she stared at him dead-on.

"You are not a dead spirit, are you?" He questioned, tearing his strong gaze from her.

"No, I died. Tie fighter shot me down. But the force repurposed me." Did she say too much?

"Repurposed? Like reincarnation?" He questioned with a quirked brow and light voice. In that moment, she saw Han and even a little of herself.

"Exactly." She replied with a smirk.

"Seriously? Does everyone or?" His voice drifted. She knew what he was asking.

"Han has a new life." She stated with her eyes concentrated on him. His face crumpled, eyes watered, but he remained silent.

"Is he happy?" He finally asked. His dark orbs glancing up at her.

"Yes. He has a grandson." She spoke with earnest.

"But how?" His sadness forgotten; intrigue taking its place.

"You have a half-sister." She was going to take the plunge.

"What?! Who?" He thundered in excitement with a hint of anger.

"Me." She murmured. Wrapping her arms around herself, she waited for him to process. He stared at her with surprised eyes, "You---?" He stopped talking, clearly feeling foolish. "I have a sister."

"A younger sister." She added with a small smile. A similar, small, smile flashed across his face but was quickly replaced with an angry expression.

"Why didn't he tell me?"

"He didn't know." She countered calmly. Truth usually overpowered the anger.

"But he always knows." His voice sounded young—like a little boy asking why.

"I know."

Before she could add anything, the force didn't let her stay any longer & she snapped back to her new reality. Glancing down, Zi noted that Aiden was awake and smiling at her. "I saw your uncle." She whispered to the boy. Aiden gurgled back.

"Are you alright?" A familiar voice questioned. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes landed on a very concerned Robb.

"Yes and no." She whispered back.

"Love, what happened?" He pressed as he moved closer to her. She closed her eyes in pain. Reopening them, she allowed tears to silently fall.

"My entire childhood was a lie." She stuttered out with a sob. Zi had never felt this vulnerable.

"What do you mean?" Robb questioned with sadness and anxiety.

"My upbringing—it could have been different. My dad wasn't my dad."

"Then who?"

"Han." She paused and continued with an angry voice, "I am a Solo."

Zipporah avoided Han for the next few days. She needed time to quell the bitterness---her mother had caused her a childhood of disappointment and neglect—why not tell Han? Was he that hard to reach? Did she even try? She knew these questions would never be answered. Anger rested deep within her.

Robb knew she was suffering from the news, but he was powerless to alleviate her anger and hurt. He had consulted his father in this matter, and the older man recommended letting her be. Just like Jon. Time to process.

The young King in the North found himself in the training yard, with his cousin and friend. Both were dueling well, but it was clear that Jon would win. "My Lord!" Jory called out, waving a letter in the air.

Rob stiffened. What now?

Jory trotted over with an indiscernible expression. Robb noted the seal of Dorne—Unbent, Unbowed, Unbroken. Breaking the seal, Robb quickly opened the letter. His steel blues scanned for pertinent information. A smirk formed its way onto his unshaven face.

"Well?" Jon prompted with concern.

"House Martell is sending us a gift. Specifically, Arya, because the Red Viper believes she has 'untapped potential.'"

"Like a weapon?" Theon questioned.

"No, more like a trainer." Robb reasoned.

"I already have the perfect weapon for her." Jon announced with a grin.