Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Disney or George RR Martin/HBO. I only own the concept of my OC.

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The past two days were a whirlwind. Between planning for the party, receiving guests, and battling the growing visions, Zipporah felt absolutely exhausted. How was she supposed to dance and be merry in just a few hours?

Lucky for her, Lady Catelyn dismissed her to start getting ready for the festivities. As she passed through the halls, her mind drifted to her husband and his cousin. Since the news was given, the two men had been inseparable.
They were constantly talking about fighting techniques and politics. Theon seemed irritated by this change but silently dealt with it. Jon's confidence also went up. He knew who he was and that made all the difference.

Upon reaching her and Robb's room, Zi found Gwen waiting for her. "I've drawn a bath for you, milady." Zipporah smiled warmly at the young girl. She, too, had grown. Her self-esteem had blossomed, and she carried herself with pride. Gwen would say it was because she was the servant of one of the most important people in the North, but Zi knew otherwise. When she had brazenly interrupted Robb in the yard, she had discovered her voice.

"Milady, the dress you had commissioned arrived." Zipporah nodded as she climbed into the tub. The hot water greeted her cold skin with a quiet hiss. As she settled into the relaxing water, a sigh escaped her soft lips. Gwen bustled about the room, setting up to dress and adorn her mistress with different perfumes and jewelry. Lady Catelyn had insisted that her good-daughter be adorned in dragon glass. The obsidian gems would complement Zipporah's ethereal complexion.

As she washed her hair and body, Zipporah hummed an old watering hole tune. It was something that would never leave her. She could still see the different patrons laughing jovially at whatever story Poe Dameron was telling. He had turned to her when the roar of the listeners became deafening and winked at her. She had been 14 at the time, and foolishly had a crush on the talented pilot. Poe had totally known it too. It was now humorous to think that she thought Poe was a good match for her. Robb was much different than Poe. Both loyal, protective, and sacrificing but their temperaments and goals were opposite. The similarities were more important to her. Zi wanted to surround herself with people who were resolved. Poe was a rebel through and through—to dismantle the First Order, while Robb was the young Wolf seeking to protect what was his. Zipporah's hand found its way to rest on her presently flat abdomen. She was terrified yet thrilled. It would be imperative to keep her hands away from that area tonight.

Once the water turned cold, Zipporah was met by Gwen with a towel. Gwen swiftly dried her mistress and began her work to properly prepare her for the feast. Zipporah relaxed as Gwen began to apply a sensual smelling oil to her shoulders. Robb was now 17 years old. She had teased him earlier that he was an old fart which led to a long explanation of what that actually meant. Once he understood, he gave her a low chuckle which caused her to kiss him senseless. He would be her undoing.

Gwen dried her lady's hair and styled it as her lady wished—unbraided, left in strong waves that covered her unique ears. Zipporah had handed her two very unfamiliar things. Lipstick, as her lady had described it, was meant to be placed on the lips to enhance her complexion, and then eyeliner that was meant to decorate her eyes. Once her makeup was perfect, Zipporah grinned at the dress before her. The long, voluminous black dress had a plunging deep neckline and was adorned with galactic crystal embroidery. She had drawn the galaxy from memory. She had spent countless nights staring at the night sky and once she was flying through the Galaxy, she committed to memory the placement and colors of the various stars and planets. The seamstress had been hesitant about the styling—using fabric like silk and organza to make a dress. The dressmaker had asked if Zi would be cold in such light fabrics, but Zi had danced around the question. How do you tell a non-Stark that she was a humanoid who easily adapted to different temperatures?

Once she was tied into the galactic dress, Gwen placed the dragon glass jewelry around Zi's neck and wrist. The ears would be left untouched, because they needed to go unnoticed at all cost.

"Milady, you look out of this world." Gwen murmured in awe. Zipporah felt heat rise to her cheeks.

"Thank you Gwen. Is it time?" Just as Gwen opened her mouth to respond, a familiar knock sounded at the door.

Gwen silently opened the door, and Robb entered adorned in his new armor. He began "My love the armor-" but his words drifted away as his eyes rested on her.

"Gwen leave us." Robb muttered as he grasped his young wife's hand. Once the door closed, Robb's lips were on hers. Pulling away, he complimented, "You cease to amaze me. You're a good enough name day gift."

"The armor is my way of ensuring that our child will have a father that will always return from battle." She reached up and wiped the lipstick from his face.

"What are you wiping away?" He inquired as his eyes roamed her dress.

"Lipstick. It's a special mixture that turns my lips to be a deeper red color."

"Is that safe—for the baby?" His hand traced her sternum causing her to shudder.

"Absolutely. Now, let's go greet our guests. You can take this dress off of me later."

Robb gulped and simply nodded. He lifted his arm, and she easily looped her arm with his. As they walked, Zipporah felt positive energy emanating from the direction of the Great Hall. It was oddly calming to her. Positivity signaled that the Dark Side of the force was not lurking in Winterfell, for tonight. It would allow Zi to relax for the evening. Her pack of wolves were safe.

As they entered, the room roared with drunken exuberance. It appeared that the Northern Lords had not stopped the party since the first dinner. Robb was grinning from ear to ear while Zipporah cast a sensually meek smile. Robb led her to their place of honor—a table that sat perpendicular to the rest of the tables. The couple would be able to see everyone and everything as it happened. Zipporah sat beside Robb, and smirked as she watched him gulp down a mug of northern ale. It was going to be a long night.

The crowd continued its roar until Lord Stark reigned the crowd in; he had an announcement to make.

"Lords and Ladies, I am honored of your presence here, in this Great Hall, to celebrate my son Robb's name day and his recent marriage to Lady Zipporah. Tonight is a night of celebration for tomorrow, winter comes."

"Aye!" Many voiced boomed back to the older Lord. Grimly smiling, Eddard Stark returned to his lady wife's side.

Dinner was brought out soon after. The attendees hastily dug into the boar and elk meat presented. As the crowd was all but silent, Zipporah took the opportunity to glance around the room to note who was in attendance and who was not. The majority of the Northern houses were in attendance. House Bolton was the only House of the North not present, and for good reason too, members of the Dark Side were not welcome here. Perhaps the Boltons knew they were not welcome and interpreted the invitation as a formality. House Baratheon had sent a lower lord of Storm's End to attend. He had brought many gifts from the King and his brothers, Stannis and Renly. Zipporah knew they would be spending quite a bit of time penning thank you letters.

"Milady, there is a visitor here that claims he was invited, but he is not on the list." Gwen whispered into Zipporah's ear. Nodding, Zipporah gave Robb a kiss on the cheek, murmured about using the restroom, and headed for the main gate/receiving area. As the frigid air hit her skin, she shifted her posture to cause her body to adjust more quickly. She had learned this trick when she had visited Jakku, but she had been dealing with extreme heat.

"I am telling you, I am a Lord." A strong dissatisfied voice rang into the yard.

"Sir, you're a dwarf." The guard teased.

"Guard, you are being out of line. I will be telling Lord Stark of your impropriety on the morrow. Sir, what is the matter of this intrusion?"

The smaller man, who was adorned in a burgundy cloak and golden colored clothes, chuckled, "You must be the new Lady Stark. Madam, I am Lord Tyrion Lannister of House Lannister. I apologize for the late arrival. My Father has a tendency of deciding issues without my knowledge."

At the mention of House Lannister, Zipporah's face hardened. A lion was here in Winterfell. The force had told her earlier that there was nothing to worry about. Why did it change? She immediately evaluated his force signature, he was light. Mentally stunned, she faked a smile and replied, "My Lord forgive my ignorance. Please come in, the festivities are in full swing."

"Aye. I've heard the North knows how to throw a name day celebration. Pray tell Lady Stark, will there be dancing at this celebration?" He seemed to be amused by the situation. Based on the descriptions of the Lannisters, Tyrion was an anomaly.

"I believe so. Why do you ask?" She raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Grinning, he lowered his cloak hood to reveal a head of dirty blonde hair and two distinct eye colors evaluating her as she evaluated him. Raising his small arm, he quipped,"Would you do me the honor?"

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How will Robb react to Tyrions arrival? This changes the beginning of episode 1-when it comes up..we still have sometime. Please review? :)