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The hall was empty. The light of the torches reflected the grey hues of the stone works. The different banner's colors danced with the fires flickering light. Zipporah walked silently down the hall. As she wandered, her eyes noted the various colors.
Each held a meaning-the hues were purposeful and perfectly illustrated each House. Her brilliant blues settled on the Lannister red. When it came to that particular House, she couldn't shake the feeling of distrust. She had yet to meet a single Lannister, but she had read a great deal about them and that was more than enough to judge their House's overall character.

The dreams were progressively getting worse and muddled. She'd have visions of Poe and other rebels but then it would quickly switch to animals fighting one another. The animals oddly possessed human features and acted out various emotions and actions.

What was real and what was not?

The feeling of confusion had kept her up this night. She had left Robb's warm side and Vader's soothing purr to pace the halls. She needed to sort out her thoughts. Robb understood. He watched her leave with a worried expression strewn across his handsome face. Zi hated to see his striking features contorted in pain. As she closed the door behind her, her elegant features mirrored his.

Each step made her feel more in control. Poe had been successful on his mission. The First Order was scattered til the ends of the Galaxy. Unfortunately, Snoke had escaped, and Kylo Ren was nowhere to be found. No doubt Snoke had saved the murderous bastard.

A sour note, one that gripped Zi was the passing of Han Solo. She had felt his passing. Zipporah had happened to be watching Robb battle with Theon when the feeling of loss plagued her. It was as if the saber had entered her own body. All of Han's emotions, as he felt himself dying by his son's hand, flowed through Zi. Her body had been stiff during this very vivid vision. It took her some time to return to normal. The remainder of that day was spent in the Godswood mourning the loss of a great man.

Rey, or the girl that she assumed was Rey, had found Luke Skywalker. It was yet to be seen what Luke had decided to do. The force was not sharing that info with her. Fin was still unconscious, healing from extensive injuries from the piss poor excuse of a light saber. The saber was unstable, just like its wielder.

Alternately, the Hand of the King was in danger. She had seen it over and over again. She had warned Lord Stark that his father figure was in grave danger. House Stark was also in danger. She was a part of House Stark. A possessiveness had consumed her concerning this house. Her concern rivaled Robb's. Theon had joked as much causing both to sour in mood and take their frustrations out in bed.

Sansa had nearly completed her fighting clothes. The theme for the outfit was all black. Old Nan had joked that Zi was going to join Castle Black. Arya and Sansa could not believe that the older woman was capable of such jokes. It unnerved both girls.

The outfit that Zipporah designed was inspired by Kylo Ren's garb. Many black layers that crisscrossed across the chest and abdomen to protect against arrows and knives. Her pants were on the tighter side. One didn't need to be a fortune teller to know that Robb would be unhappy about it, but the tight fit would allow her to move easily through battle. Her long black boots reached her knees, giving her even more coverage. The two most important facets of her outfit---knife sheathes and a deep hood to cover her face. She wanted to be but a shadow on the battlefield. Vader would be a shadow as well, giving House Stark the advantage.

"My love, come back to bed." Robb's deep voice beckoned from behind.

"I can't sleep. Those dreams are haunting, and I don't feel all that great." Zi shrugged. She didn't feel 100%; the stress was getting to her.

Weeks had passed since they exchanged vows. The duo had been inseparable and insatiable. Lord and Lady Stark had been quite understanding about the couple's absences throughout the day, but Zipporah had been determined to remain on track to understanding this strange world.

To make matters more stressful, Robb's name day slash their wedding reception would be commencing in four days. A number of Houses were sending members to attend, but these Houses did not include House Lannister. They were the only house to abstain from announcing their attendance. Strange, considering even House Martell of Dorne was planning on attending. Lady Catelyn had predicted that the nobles would begin arriving tomorrow. Between the two Lady Stark's planning, the rooms were ready to receive their guests.

"Please," Robb murmured as he wrapped his strong arms around her thin waist.
"Alright babe." She whispered with a faint smile. His arms would always be her safe place.

I want you.
Oh really?
Please?

As they began to return to their room, she hummed in contentment---a tune from a watering hole she had visited on her missions with Poe. Robb glanced her way but said nothing. Her voice was sweet to his ears. He was sure that her singing voice was even lovelier than her hum.

Upon returning to their room, Vader, purring loudly, greeted them at the door. Robb regarded him with a smirk.

"Vader you need to sleep by the fireplace---now."

The cat immediately stopped purring and moved to the fireplace. Vader a made a point of looking at them, sighing, and turning his head away from them in defiance. Zipporah chuckled at the cat's antics.

"How did I get so lucky?" Robb mumbled as his hands snaked around her body, pulling her close.

"No idea." She quipped as she met his soft lips halfway.

They made love until the light peaked through the white clouds. Surprisingly, neither was tired. As they departed for breakfast, Robb's muscular hand snatched her delicate one, and he loved the feeling of her skin on his---even if it was just hand holding.

Upon their entrance to the dining hall, the elder Stark's regarded the young couple with knowing smiles. They had been young once.

As Lord Stark had put it the other night as Catelyn expressed her annoyance at the couple's disappearing act, the couple was working on their most important duty: furthering House Stark.

As the rest of the Stark children entered, each sibling grinned at their eldest brother. Zipporah shifted uncomfortably at their smiles and mischievous thoughts. Robb stabbed at his food in visible irritation. As if the gods sent intervening aid, a servant entered the hall without permission.

"Milord, Prince Oberyn Martell has arrived and has made his way to the Great Hall to be received." The same uninvited servant announced rather breathily to the room. Lord and Lady Stark as well as Robb shot up from their seats and moved to leave. Zipporah furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"Lady Zipporah, we must greet our guest." Lady Catelyn stated with an annoyed expression. Depressing her shoulders, Zipporah stiffly rose to her feet and joined her husband. She absent mindedly undid her hair as to cover her ears. Lady Stark had cautioned her about non-family members seeing her unique features. Robb felt her body language grow even more stiff as they walked.

Do not worry, love. Follow my lead.

I don't want to mess up.

You will not. I will not let you.

Quickly adjusting her light grey one shoulder floor length gown, Zi silently followed Robb into the receiving room.

"Prince Oberyn of House Martell, may I present Lord and Lady Stark accompanied by future Lord and Lady Stark of House Stark." The same servant boisterously announced.

Prince Oberyn was adorned in colors that Zi had not seen in this realm before. The Prince was indeed handsome with a lined face with an obvious moody coloring to his face. He had extremely thin eyebrows for his coal colored eyes that easily matched his short hair. By his stance, she could tell that he was a fighter. He reminded her of Poe and the other pilots that stayed out in the sun for too long. The Prince moved to be directly in front of the older Stark's. "Ah Lord and Lady Stark. It is a pleasure."

Moving to Robb and Zi, "Ah, young lord and his lady wife. It is most definitely a pleasure."

Robb tensed but nodded nonetheless. Zipporah bowed just as Lady Stark had showed her days beforehand. Prince Oberyn's dark eyes never left her. His gazing made her feel uneasy.

Robb, he's staring.

"Prince Oberyn, we are honored to have you as our guest. The hospitality of Winterfell is yours." Lord Stark interrupted. He motioned for a servant to bring forth bread and salt, and the two performed the same ritual Zipporah had weeks before.

Upon completion, he stated, "Thank you Lord Stark. Your hospitality is most appreciated. May I present my paramour, Ellaria." A beautifully exotic woman came forward and bowed to the couples. Both couples nodded in reply. Her uniques features caused Zipporah to smile at the older woman who returned an alluring look.

"Our belongings can be stowed later. May I join you for morning fast?"

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Oh boy, House Martell and House Stark...early alliance? Perhaps.