AN: This fic will have drabble-like chapters.
Madara comes back to consciousness when he senses something being pressed against his lips. Instantly, his hand shot out to grip the hand that is in front of him. He hears a female gasp of surprise and Madara slowly peels his eyes open to see the same young woman who discovered him.
"What are you doing?" He manages to growl out threateningly, but the dark-haired woman with strange clothing simply says.
"I'm feeding you, Ser." She says to him while Madara allows his eyes to adjust to the light of the room, and once he does, he begins to scrutinize the room around him and the woman sitting beside his bed.
"I do not need to be fed." He replies, narrowing his eyes at the woman who have storm-grey eyes and dark brown hair. "If you can leave the plate and spoon there, I will be able to feed myself."
"If you say so, Ser." The woman says as she puts down the plate on the small table beside his bed.
"Where am I?" He demands when the woman turns her attention back to him once more.
"You are in Winterfell, Ser. My home," comes the woman's response.
"I mean, what country?" Madara asks bluntly.
"Country?" the young woman asks, cocking her head to the side. "What's a country?"
Madara frowns at this.
Thinking the woman is mocking him, he grabs a hold of her shoulder and brings her close to him in a threatening manner. The woman's eyes grow wide as she is force to hover over his half-sitting form when he tells her.
"Do not mock me, girl." He hisses in cold anger.
"I'm not mocking you, good Ser." The dark haired woman stutters out in both fear and confusion. "I do not know what you really mean by Country. Truly. Ser. I do not mean to offend you in anyway."
At this close, Madara finally notices the honesty in the woman's open face. More than that, he can also see the fear and confusion that flickers in the woman's storm-grey eyes as she stares back at him.
"If this is not a country, where are we then?" Madara inquires as he releases the girl.
"You are in my Lord father's Kingdom, the Kingdom of the North." The woman answers as she stands up and away from him.
"Your father's Kingdom?" He asks, frowning at the girl.
"Yes, my Lord father is the Lord of Winterfell and the Warden of the North under the reign of King Aerys II Targaryen."
Madara felt a migraine coming when he realizes what world he has landed himself into.
This was definitely not his world, indeed.
"And you are a what? A princess?" Madara manages to ask the woman.
To his utmost surprise, the woman let out a tinkling laugh after hearing his inquiry, easing the earlier tension away. Madara watches when the woman's face transforms into that of a beautiful maiden as she suddenly smiles at him.
Madara can't help but stare at her in complete fascination.
"No, far from it, Ser," comes the woman's response. "I'm no princess."
"If you are no Princess, then who are you then?" Madara asks, raising an inquiring brow at the woman.
"My name is Lyanna Stark," the woman introduces himself with a short curtsy. "And you are Ser?"
"Uchiha Madara," He replies, nodding his head stiffly.
"It's an honor to meet you, Ser Uchiha." Lyanna says, still smiling at him and Madara feels the corners of his mouth lifting up in response to her smile.
However, he curbs the urge down and merely grunts in reply.