Hesitantly, she took his arm and twisted their direction toward the Great Hall. For his smaller stature, Tyrion kept pace with hers. He seemed to be in deep thought. Carefully, she pried into his mental framework, the she wolf is much more than the North lets on. Keeping her pride hidden, Zi commented, "A long journey from Castle Rock?"

His shoulders tightened for but a moment at the mention of the Rock. "Indeed, nothing a pint of Northern ale and a woman won't fix."
She raised an eyebrow at his crassness. The familiarity of his demeanor could not go unnoticed. For a lord, his relaxed state of being impressed her. When surrounded by non-family members, the Starks consistently held to a guarded persona, even Theon did so on formal occasions. Tyrion reminded her of the resistance pilots she once called brothers.

"Tell me, milady, does my truthfulness bother you?" The teasing in his voice was quite evident.

"Not at all. I've heard worse." She offered with a guarded smile. He returned a toothy grin and nodded in agreement, "I suspected as much. You don't strike me as a highborn lady who lacks any original thought."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"As it was intended to be." Simply nodding in reply, she motioned for the guard to open the doors leading to the Great Hall.

As the odd pair entered, they went unnoticed except for the pair of eyes that mattered most-Robb.

Found him at the gate. Play nice. He is.

Her enhanced eyesight noted his bristling at her mental message. Hastily, he snatched up another ale and began gulping it down. Rolling her eyes at his immaturity, Zi led Tyrion to Lord Stark's table.

"Lord Stark, may I present Lord Tyrion Lannister of House Lannister." She announced in a subtle tone. Oddly, she felt the need to protect this little man from any nasty comments. His force signature was light, not darkness. This lion was not the looming threat, which meant that his sister or brother would bring sorrow to the North.

He's not the one, Robb.

Robb's face hardened for but a moment. Excusing herself from the two lords, who were exchanging pleasantries, Zi headed back to be by Robb's side.

As she lowered herself into her chair, her ears picked up on a sharp intake of breath and her nose inhaled the scent of alcohol.

"You didn't go to the bathroom." Robb muttered in an annoyed tone.

"Is that a statement or a question?" She quipped back as she presented Robb a smug smile.

His silence and look of displeasure caused her to roll her eyes again.

It's your birthday. There was a problem at the gate. I took care of it.

What if something happened to you? To our child?

I'm sorry.

His strong hand found hers. Grasping it, he squeezed affectionately and rubbed circles on the back of her hand. His movements abruptly stopped.

"Lord Stark, Lady Stark. Congratulations on your recent vows. House Lannister has brought gifts in celebration of your union, and happy name day Lord Robb." Tyrion stated with a slight bow.

"Thank you for kind words, Lord Tyrion. The gifts are too much and much appreciated." Zipporah replied with a smile. Robb nodded and added, "Aye. Thank you. Please enjoy yourself tonight."

"Oh I fully intend to, but first, I must ask, how did you two meet?" Tyrion smiled at the two, waiting for a story to be told.

"I was lost, and Robb found me." She replied smoothly. Tyrion glanced at Robb who again nodded in agreement. He stared for several moments, waiting for a sign of a lie or a tell. While the man was part of the light side, he was still curious. There is no ignorance; there is knowledge...

"How romantic and cryptic. Well then, I must go find that northern ale." Tyrion relented with a half smile. Once the little Lannister wandered back into the crowd, Robb released a sigh and chuckled, "You cease to amaze me."

"Aye, I couldn't agree more. I wonder what gifts the Lannisters have decided to give us. If they're ugly, can we hold a bonfire?"

Before Robb could answer, a strong, familiar voice interrupted, "Lady Stark, may I have this dance?" The couple looked up to see a smiling Oberyn Martell dressed in the finest clothes Sunspear could offer.

Robb shrugged and allowed Zipporah to make the decision. The ale had dulled Robb's possessiveness, which would have come in handy. Zipporah, not wanting to be rude, moved her head in agreement.

Once they reached the floor, Zipporah concentrated on following his lead. Dancing in this place was much different from the galaxy far far away. Oberyn's eyes searched the room around him, surprisingly, no one noticed that the heart of the North was in the clutches of the Red Viper.

"You've seemed to recover from our last encounter." She murmured as she glanced at Robb who was currently engaged in conversation with GreatJon.

"It seems I have. After much prayer and contemplation, I have chosen to follow you, Goddess." There was a long pause in their conversation. Zipporah's visions had not shown this. The force had left her speechless. Another ally collected. Another House to think of her more than a pilot. She went from a force sensitive pilot to a goddess. She knew she wasn't a goddess. Robb knew she was special but not a god. The realm needed to believe that she was a goddess-to defeat the rising darkness and keep the balance in the light's favor.

"I accept. For the time being though, this allegiance must be kept in the dark." She offered a grim look of warning.

"Of course, I wouldn't want to commit treason. The Baratheon temper is renowned."

The music ended signaling to the duo to separate. Zipporah could sense Robb's anxiety for her. Something in her stirred, and she felt a surge of warmth come from her abdomen. Fighting the desire to grasp her abdomen, she muttered to Prince Oberyn, "Thank you for the nice dance. We shall talk again soon."

"Aye, til then goddess."

Zipporah swiftly whipped her head in all directions to ensure that no one had heard what he called her. Her mind searched for any minds that were curious. Fortunately, the majority were too intoxicated to create any reasonable thoughts; most of them were inappropriately directed at her. In that moment, she felt overwhelmed and quickly made her way back to Robb who was joking around with Theon. Robb, though his senses dulled,could feel her anxiety.

"Zipporah?" His voice immediately calming her alarm.

"My love." She paused to give him a hesitant smile and then her face went blank, "Theon." Theon rolled his eyes at her iciness. He couldn't believe she was holding a grudge for a thought he had last week. It had been a fleeting thought.

"Enjoy your dance with the prince?" Theon sneered as he took another sip of ale. Robb stiffened at the reminder and waited for her reply. Pausing to find the right insult, Zipporah rolled her eyes and retorted, "He's a better dancer than you, Theon."

He's with us. We have Dorne.

Only slightly relaxing, Robb pushed, "Did you like dancing with him?"

"Not particularly, no. I did it out of respect." Zi scrunched her face in hurt at his insinuation. How could he think she'd be interested in that? Had she not told him that she was his and his alone?

Feeling righteous anger, she clenched her teeth and seethed, "It may be your birthday, but don't you ever think I would wander from you. I suddenly don't feel well." Moving away from her husband, she swiftly left the hall. Her pace was abnormally fast, and her eyes were filled with tears. The unfamiliar liquid clouded her vision and she found herself running into something solid and warm.

"Zipporah?" Jon's concerned voice greeted her. "Are you alright?"

"I will be once I'm away from you dumb brother." He was impressed by her ability to keep up appearances. In her state, she could have easily messed up and called him 'cousin.'

"Aye, what did he do now?" Robb could be incredibly dense.

"Implied I was potentially unfaithful. How could he?" Her eyes said more than her lips did. There was something more there. What was she holding back?

"Ale and jealousy are a strong combination. Let me walk you to your room. I'll talk to Robb." Jon smiled kindly at the saddened girl. She simply nodded in reply.

As the two walked, a heaviness in the air settled around them. What were they supposed to talk about? She wrestled with herself. Robb had doubted her. She could chalk it up to his drunkenness, but it hurt nonetheless. It had been less than week since they had discovered they were expecting. How dare him. Her hands subconsciously grasped at her abdomen. Jon's eye caught her subtle movement, but he remained silent. 

When they arrived at the door, Zi tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace. Jon wanted to laugh at her sad attempt of a smile, but he knew better than that.

"Thank you, Jon."

"Feel better." Jon murmured as he left her. He needed to speak with Robb immediately. Jon paced to the hall where he could hear laughter and loud talking. As he entered, his eyes met Robb's. Robb raised an eyebrow at him. What was Jon doing here? He had declined the festivities-keeping up appearances.

"Brother, what are you doing here?" Robb questioned with an amused smile. Jon could tell Robb was nearly gone. Normally, he'd be worried sick about Zipporah.

"I ran into Zipporah in the passageways."

Theon cut in, "So?"

Jon sighed heavily, "She was in tears, Robb. You insulted her." Robb seemed to be trying to think about Jon's words.

"Crying?" Robb repeated.

"You questioned her loyalty to you."

"Why do you have to ruin his mood on his name day, Jon?" Theon sneered as he glanced at a female servant who gave him a shy smile.

"Because it's his wife." Jon snapped and leaned in and whispered so only Robb could hear, "who's caring your child."

Robb bit his lip in confusion. Nodding to himself, he grabbed Jon's shoulder and slightly shook it let his cousin know he heard him.

"Let my Father know I'll be back?"

"Aye." Jon confirmed as he shot Theon another glare. Robb could not walk as quickly as he normally could. He damned the ale in that moment. Clumsily, he made it to their room.

Carefully, he opened the door to see Zipporah staring into the fireplace with a sad expression.

"Love?" Robb asked as he took a wobbly step.

"What do you require Lord Robb?" She mocked as she moved away from him. He felt a dull pain his chest at her tone.

"Jon told me I hurt you. I can't remember exactly what I did, but I apologize." Robb replied with a somber expression.

"You asked me if I liked dancing with Oberyn. You insinuated that I was capable of infidelity."

"I...I, don't have an excuse. Zipporah. Uh, I should never have questioned you. You are my wife and the mother of my child. We are bound."

"We are. You even claimed me. I could never be up disloyal to you. Don't you ever doubt me again."

"Never again."