The tension hung in the air as a King and a Queen sat opposite each other, their guards flanking them on either side. Pools of blue as cold as winter staring into calculating and proud violet.
“Strange for us to be meeting like this despite the enmity between our Houses.” The Mother of Dragons broke the silence, her voice laced with amusement and wisdom that betrays her age.
“I can say the same.” The Young Wolf replied and inclined his head.
“Tell me, why should I agree to an alliance when I can easily defeat you?” Daenerys asked.
“Bold and confident for a queen whose army is outnumbered by mine.” Robb replied with a smirk.
“I have dragons.” Daenerys reminded. “Three dragons.” she emphasized with a smirk of her own.
“True.” Robb agreed. “But they can be killed all the same even if it takes a thousand men.”
Silence settled on the room as the two sovereign measured each other. “I am looking forward to test that.” Daenerys smiled. “Do not think that I forget your father played a part in the usurper’s rebellion that almost extinguished my House, Lord Stark.”
“Your Grace.” The Greatjon corrected. Robb held up a hand to silence him which only resulted in further grumbling from his trusted bannerman.
“If the stories were true, I believe it was Prince Rhaegar who started it all. If it wasn’t for him, my Grandfather, Uncle and Aunt would be still here and the realm in peace.” Robb answered and Daenerys frowned. “I guess that makes us even.”