Daenerys waited for his response, some movement, a word—anything. He kept his silence and his stance, it irked her how she had absolutely no influence on him. He wasn't hesitant or intimidating in front of the queen.
"I said move." She repeated, her voice wasn't nearly as clear or stable as she wanted it to be. She sounded scared and that was exactly what she didn't want him to think.
"I ain't going anywhere, princess." He was a king, she was a queen and he knew that. He knew that better than anyone in all of Westeros, yet he still addressed her incorrectly to annoy her and it was working.
"Then you better hope you can survive a wall of fire." Daenerys lifted her arm as a signal for her dragons. "They will not hesitate to burn you." And with the motion of her arm and a whisper on her lips, her loyal creatures appeared to her side, their tongues burning to roast the king.
"See, my mother warned me about your little pests." Robb spat at the animals, who hissed in response before he turning his back to them, and her.
"You won't do it, though. You need me, you just don't want to admit it." The queen rolled her eyes at his words, her smile emerging as she began to let out a dry laugh.
"And why would I need you?" A simple question, one she knew she wouldn't receive a simple answer for. Or at least, not the answer which she desired.
"To win." His whole body turned to her, alerting her of his sobriety. "You're just a naive little girl with visions of freedom and a dangerous imagination. You won't win this war." Daenerys swallowed, blinking down to her imperial tiles as a defense from his words. She no longer had time on her side, she needed to make a choice now. Her silver hair draped from her head onto her face. Her hand automatically went to sweep the unwanted hair away from her sight, though she was halted as he forced her hand down. Drogon screeched behind the head of the king. The amethyst of Dany's eyes darted into his, she did not need to speak to threaten him.
"Release my wrist." Her words were easily ignored as Robb lifted his palm to her forehead, gently pushing back the hair to its original position, admiring it as he spoke.
"Are you going to co-operate, Stormborn?"
Her temper couldn't rise any further, regardless of how calm she kept herself, he was far too successful when it came to making her angry.
"Can you guarantee that we shall win?" Dany asked him, her wrist still firmly in his grasp as their eyes didn't shift. Surely she would find a plan, an alternative to corresponding with Robb Stark of all people.
"We will, yes." Robb comfirmed, taunting her with a smirk due to the fact she stated that they were already on the same team. The corners of her mouth were risen, but soon dropped once she felt the tight pressure upon her skin.
"My wrist. Release it." He did as she ordered and stepped back, viewing her from afar which was just as beautiful. She felt the eyes of the Stark upon her and cleared her throat.
"You will not plan alone, you will not fight alone, and you certainly will never try to deceive me or I will burn your home, your sisters and your heart." Robb was already walking out from her tent, chuckling to himself quietly as he did so. Daenerys questioned if it was a joke to him-whether he found it amusing that he could melt in front of her eyes within seconds. He flicked his hand against the air, a pathetic wave to what he considered a pathetic queen.
"See you at sunrise, princess."