I own nada. No family intro yet, this part just popped in.
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Lord Stark had a young servant girl lead her through a labyrinth of hallways to a room that was richly decorated in warm earth tones. The bed was rather large and covered in furs. Zipporah couldn't help but allow her fingers to dance over the soft fur. Her hearing slightly acknowledged that Vader had found himself a space by the fireplace. The girl, Gwendolyn, started the fire, and began tending to Zi. Is this what the General experienced on the daily? If so, Zipporah was ready to sign up.
"Milady, would you like me to draw you a bath? Lord Stark mentioned you eating dinner in your room tonight?"
"I would love a bath Gwen..is that okay? That I call you Gwen? I tend to make assumptions and I tend to, uh, ramble."
"Yes milady, the nickname is fine. I'll be back with hot water and your supper." Gwen left her alone to her thoughts. She noted a book nestled on dark wood desk. It was simply titled, "Houses of Westeros." It was lucky that she spoke and read the same language as the people of this ice planet. Gingerly picking up the book, Zi opened the book and began to read about the House Targaryen and its motto of "fire and blood." Badass motto.

Gwen returned just as Zi had reached the part of the Mad King. He had murdered all of those people. Surely he had been persuaded by the Dark Side, just like Kylo Ren.
"Milady?"
Her eyes snapped up to the blonde servant girl. "Is this shit true?"
"I beg your pardon, milady?" The girl was surprised at the crass language of the seemingly mellow girl. She was a foreigner, perhaps customs were different there?
"The Mad King. Was he real?" Zi's voice was hard and icy. Impulsive. She sensed the girl's surprise and confusion.
"Yes. Lord Stark fought against him." Zi felt shame wash over her. She had been rude and inappropriate.
"Gwen, I apologize. I have a habit of thinking before speaking."
The servant girl only nodded. The girl made up the bath and set her food on the desk. "Milady, I brought milk for Vader."
"Thank you, that was very thoughtful. Do you mind unzipping my dress?" The tall teen turned to give the young girl her back. She had already began the unzipping, but she always fell short of reaching the middle of her back.
"Unzipping milady?" Oh shit, Zipporah cursed inwardly. Of course zippers didn't exist in this place.
"Uh, it's a small metallic piece. Just pull down and it'll do its thing." Very elegant explanation.
"Okay." The girl murmured somewhat shakily. The girl's hands were cold, but Zi could not complain-she was moments away from a hot bath. The zipper moved as it should, and the girl stepped back from the strange woman.
"Milady, what is on your back?" The girl reached to touch the strange markings that graced her mistress.
"Tattoos Gwen. Where I'm from, they're forms of personal expression." Zi winced at the explanation. Who was she to judge this bland planet? If she was surrounded by stone and snow, she'd be bland too.
"They are beautiful milady."
"Thank you Gwen." She finished stripping down, unbraided her hair, and stepped carefully into the large metal tub before her. The steam danced up from the water causing Zi to sigh in contentment. Zi's mind wandered to her back tattoos. She had gotten three-a intricate resistance sigil on the back of her neck, the phases of a well-known moon that lined her spinal cord, and a decorative lower back piece. The artist had done an amazing job of connecting them to make them look like one giant piece. Tattoos were another facet of her life that was different. Weird ice planet.
"Would you like me to wash your hair milady?"
"Sure Gwen, and call me Zi. I can assure you that I am not a lady." Gwen smiled hesitantly as her hands began to wash her mistress's hair. While very different from the Stark women, her mistress was quite lovely in demeanor, and she was stunning in looks. There was little doubt in her mind that the Stark boys and the ward could deny giving her attention.

Pleasure, on Coruscant, was rare and meant for those who were well off. Being a pilot's daughter and one who was considered strange did not aid her in attaining fun things to do, this sensation of being pampered was intoxicating. Her father had been shit at managing a daughter. There had been complaints lodged against her father for neglect for as Zipporah had always arrived to school dirty and in disarray. Eventually, as her force abilities became known, her father sent her away to be of aid to the Resistance. She had been ten years old.
She shuddered at the memory of being unwanted by both of her parents.
"Milady, I mean Zi, I am going to fetch a gown to sleep in and one to dress in tomorrow to meet the Lord's family."
"Bless you Gwen." Was all she could muster as she heard the girl leave to find her clothes.

           It wasn't long before she returned with the two garments. Zipporah could easily guess which one was night clothes and which one was day. The day attire was beautiful. A long blue piece that seemed to be intentionally tight fitting at the waist but left much to the imagination. The nightgown was white and nothing too fancy.
Zi cautiously climbed out and immediately felt Gwen rush forward with a large cloth to dry off with. The cold air kissed her skin, but it was not an uncomfortable feeling. Her humanoid body was acclimating to the cold climate rather easily, faster than she had originally anticipated.
            Before she knew it, she was dried off, in her nightgown, filled with a rather hearty supper, and Gwen was brushing her thick hair. It was a strange sensation-to have someone else take care of her. Gwen nimbly braided her hair into a simple thick braid to be slept on. Attempting to stifle a yawn, Gwen turned her back to Zi.

"Gwen, go to bed. I'm going to sleep myself. We have a weird day ahead of us tomorrow. I have to learn Winterfell and meet a lord's family. Force help me."
"You are very strange Zi. Good night."
Nodding to herself, Zi climbed into the massive bed covered in an assortment of furs. The bed was surprisingly comfortable and warmed quickly. Her mind vaguely registered that Vader had joined her on the bed. As sleep took her, she could have sworn that she heard her door open.
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