Blood In the Godswoods

Robb Stark

Daenerys POV
295 A.C Dragonstone

The night we got back from Dragonstone, I told Tyrion to invite Robb here to been the knee. I don't think the 'The King in the North' will, I heard stories about the young wolf how arrogant and head  strong he is. Let's see if Drogon can get him to bend if he defies. I sent Tyrion, Missandei and some Dothraki men to greet them. I sit on my throne hands clasped together, I'm getting nerves picking my nails till I gasped in pain, as Tyrion walks in with Robb, his bastard brother and some man in tow.

Missandei on the left of the bottom steps of the throne, "Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Rightful heir to the Iron Throne, Rightful Queen of the Andal and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdom's, The Mother of Dragons, The Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, The Unburnt, The Breaker of chains."

    Staring into those light grey eyes, I get caught up in them almost lost, they make me uneasy like they see me the real me past the facade. I shift my eyes clearing me throat "and I am Robb Stark the King in the North. My brother Jon Snow and Ser Davos Seaworth" giving a devil's smirk.
    
"Thank you for traveling so far to meet with me my Lord, I hope the sea's treated you well?? nodding his head "Yes they were quite well on us Northerners."
      Ser Davos steps up, "I'm sorry your grace, but Robb stark is no lord, he is King in the North. Annoyance starts to flow in. Tilting my head to the side "Forgive me Ser Davos I never did receive a formal education, but I could have sworn the last King in the North was Torrehn Stark, who bent the knee to my ancestor Aegon Targaryen, in exchange for his life and the lives of the Northmen. Torrhen Stark swore fealty to House Targaryen permanently or do I have my facts wrong?" Ser Davos shifts on his feet, "I wasn't there you grace", yea we that is known clearly, "Of course not".

Tilting my head to the side, "An oath is an oath that Torrhen Stark swore fealty forever. So, I assume my lord your here to bend the knee." looking Robb up and down, a warmth fills me imagining him on his--'nope I can't be thinking this right now or ever." Robb takes a step forward holding my eyes hostage, "No I am not." l look at him amused, "Well that is unfortunate, you traveled all this was to break faith with House Targaryen?" with his handsome devilish smirk, "Break Faith? Your father burned my grandfather alive and my uncle, he would have burned the Seven Kingdoms--" interrupting him, "My father was an evil man there's no denying it, on the behalf of House Targaryen, I ask for you forgiveness and I ask you not to judge a daughter of the sins of her father. Our two houses were allies for centuries, centuries of peace and prosperity with a Targaryen sitting the throne and a Stark serving as Warden of the North. Swear fealty to me and ben the Knee and I will name you Warden of the North. Together we will save the country from those try to destroy it."

Looking at Robb intently he breaks eye contact and looks around the room, like he's dissecting every crevice. "Your right you're not guilty of you your fathers sins and I am not beholden to my ancestors vows." as arrogant as they say 'it would be nice to see Drogon burn they arrogance out of him, I can smell it right now, quite nice.' taking a deep breath, "then why are you here?" taking another step forward getting stopped by the guards by the throne, he looks amused 'how disrespectful'.

"Because I need your help, and you need mine." I had to hold in my laugh such a stupid boy, "Did you see 3 dragons flying above when you arrived? The Dothraki all who are sworn to kill for me? But still I need your help?" Shaking his head, "Not to defeat Cersei. The army of the dead, The night Walkers. While you, Cersei me, and everyone else acting like children fighting over a chair" turning towards Tyrion, "You told me you liked this man." "I do", now I'm annoyed. "In the time since he's met me, he's refused to call me Queen, he refused to bow, and now he's calling me a child." Tyrion turns to me, "I think he's calling off of us children, Figure of speech your grace." Robb raises his voice, "Your grace, everyone you know will die before winter's over if we don't defeat the enemy to the North. I'm not you enemy, the dead are the enemy.

Does he think I'm slow minded, "The dead?" looking at him with attitude "Is that another figure of spee--." "The army of the dead is on the march. My brother Jon has seen them he's no liar or madman. They are real, The Night Walkers are real, The Night King is real. If they get past the wall we're finished." if this red headed boy interrupts me again. Silence in the throne room, you can hear a pin drop....

"I was born at Dragonstone, not that I can remember we fled before Robert's assassins could find us. Robert was your father best friend, no? I wonder if you father knew he sent assassins for a babe and murder in her crib." Getting up from my throne, "Not that it matters now, of course." I walk to down the steps slowly like a dragon eyeing its prey. "I spent my life in foreign lands. So many men have tried to kill, I don't remember all their names. I have been sold like a broodmare, I been chained and betrayed, raped and defiled. Do you know what kept me standing through all those years in exile? Faith, not in Gods, not in myths and legends. In myself. In Daenerys Targaryen. The world hasn't seen a dragon in centuries until my children, the Dothraki hadn't crossed the sea, any sea but they did for me. I was born to rule the seven kingdoms, and I will." filled with venom.

I stand in front of Robb staring into those beautiful gray orbs that are breathtaking up close, they stare back at me making me feel naked under his gaze. "You will be ruling over a graveyard we don't defeat the Night King." pulling me out of my daze Tyrion walks up from behind me "War has begun with my sister, you can't expect us to pull out because of what Jon has said he seen." Robb turns his head to Tyrion, "You don't believe meI understand, but I wouldn't have pulled out of my own war that can cost my people everything just on an imagination. Jon is not madman, when he speaks, he speaks the truth. If we don't aside our differences and band together, we will die." he looks at me intently, "Then it wouldn't matter who sits on the Iron Throne." Tyrion cocks his head "If it doesn't matter and we'll all die why don't you just bend the knee and help her defeat my sister and together we will defeat the North."

Robb shifts on his feet raising his voice. "There is no time for this, while we debate here the army of the dead---." Tyrion interrupts him, "the just been the knee and pledge your sword to her." he raises he voices again, "And why would I do that?" is met with silence, 'my patience is wearing thin" narrowing my eyes. Robb looks at me "I mean no offence your grace." as if to mock me. "But I don't know you. As far as I know your claims rest entirely on your father's name, and my father fought to overthrow the mad king. The lord in the North place their faith in me to lead them, and I will continue to do so the best I can." Cocking my head, "That's fair. It's also fair to point out I'm the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. By declaring yourself King in the North, you are in open rebellion."

Silence is met with Vary's footsteps, he approaches me and what he tells me makes me boil, calmy I face Robb, Jon, and Ser Davos "Forgive my manners, you all must be tired after your long journey. We'll have baths drawn and supper to your rooms." Dothraki men move to escort them, walking up the steps to the throne Robb calls "Am I your prisoner?" turning my head looking back at him. "Not yet."

As I sit down Vary's approaches the steps, "Our Dornish and Ironborn allies were attacked en route to Dorne, 2 or 3 ships escaped the rest sunk or captured. Elaria and the Sand Snakes are dead or captured and the Greyjoy's are dead or captured." I look at him eyes filled with anger, I can tase the vengeance on my tongue. "All of them" Varys shakes his nods his head yes. 'They will find out when they say Targaryen are part dragon, fire is coming and it's going to burn.'

Ser Davos