107 Plans in Motion

Parting the flap to the Kings tent, Brynden stepped inside, instantly spotting Robb getting up from his bed. He was topless, a pair of breeches upon, the Dragon Queen laid beside him, her body covered by furs.

"There is news." Brynden raised the letters in his hands, reports coming in from all over the world. The war was once more entering into a busy phase with multiple war fronts and reports needing to be read through. From the looks on the face of the King, he too was displeased by this, the knowledge that they had been so close to ending the war only to once again be thrust back into the thick of it.

Walking across at the Kings signal, Brynden handed them off, noting the Dragon Queen beginning to stir. Stepping away, Brynden helped himself to some leftover wine, noticing the two cups laid on the floor by the table, the maps and scrolls askew, so unlike the usual tidy organisation, they were usually in.

"Call a meeting." Turning back around, Brynden saw Robb closing the last letter. They must have been short, but that was usually a good sign. The King had made it very clear that he didn't want baseless pleasantries and flattery in his letters, a common thing early on. He wanted clear and concise information that reported everything good and bad. Usually the bad was accompanied by possible solutions and so they were much longer.

The letters must contain good news then if the King had finished them all so quickly. "Where?" Brynden asked gruffly, downing his cup of wine in one go.

"You can do it in my tent," Daenerys spoke up, sitting upright, the furs slipping down her body revealing her bare chest. "I do not use it much anymore." Robb nodded his head, the silent look he gave Brynden being all the instruction he needed. As Brynden left though, he couldn't help but feel a little concerned.

Robb was young, that was true.

But he was mature and wise, Brynden worried that the many nights he had spent with Daenerys could be distracting him. He doubted it, yet it wouldn't be the first time a wise man got distracted by the pleasure of sex.

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"May I?" Daenerys asked, Robb, turning around to see her reaching out for the letters.

Handing them to her, Robb rose off his bed and took the tunic off the back of a chair. "Must you have posed it in such a way?" Robb questioned, reorganising his table, spreading the map out. She looked up from the first letter, it was very short and simple to see Robb beginning to place figurines upon it. He moved carefully and without hesitation, he knew exactly where everything was upon the map, it committed to his memory.

"I don't know what you mean?" She returned, a smile playing upon her lips.

"You know very well that your presence here makes my advisors uncomfortable. Even more so with you spending every night in my tent." Robb replied, bracing both hands against the table and looking down upon the map, mind beginning to work to find an answer.

"Why? Do I distract you?" It didn't earn any reaction, not as it would have from Daario or from Drogo. He was so very unlike the men she was used to, calm and collected, distant almost. His mind was focused, eyes looking to the future, he had a vision and Daenerys knew that he was focused upon grasping it.

Even though she jested, Daenerys knew it would take more than her to distract him from his vision of the future. "If you did, I would not have already found a solution." Daenerys looked to him disbelievingly, not quite sure whether he was jesting also.

Though as he sat down, looking at her in complete seriousness, Daenerys knew he wasn't. He didn't have the tall, muscular frame and gruffness of Drogo. Daario meanwhile was suave, arrogant and self-assured with an exotic look to him.

Robb Stark didn't have any of that.

He was confident, not arrogant.

Quiet, but strong.

Firm, yet fair.

But above all else, he was intelligent, unlike any man she had encountered besides Tyrion. She would not deny that she was envious of his mind, to simply look upon these letters once and then instantly come up with a solution was something she couldn't do and wished she could. In a way, Robb Stark's mind was his most desirable feature, everything else about him was just an added bonus.

Pulling the furs closer to her body, Daenerys slipped off the bed and joined him at the table, sitting on his lap. Robb was used to it by this point, he didn't know whether it was the culture of Essos, simply who Daenerys was or because she wanted to seduce him, but she had little care for personal boundaries. In private she made sure to be as intimate as possible at all times and Robb imagined it was a mixture of them all.

She loved to be in charge, that much he had quickly figured out. Using her body and feminine will was one way in which she kept control, never once did he think that Daenerys came to him without ever feeling in control of her actions. No one forced her to do this, it was entirely her decision.

'I imagine that I have my work cut out for me after the war.' Robb thought to himself.

Margaery was much the same as Daenerys in that sense, using her body as a means to try and manipulate and control him. While he hadn't agreed to marry Daenerys out of any sexual desire, looking upon the future now, Robb couldn't deny that there wasn't some element of that now.

But like always, it was of secondary note.

He had long since made sure to affirm his mind upon the task at hand, ignoring everything else. Even if it meant appearing cold and distant, Robb knew that he needed to achieve everything he set his mind to in order to ensure his families survival. Being so easily tempted by a woman, no matter how beautiful or seductive was not something he could allow.

"I suppose with my forces now having landed," Daenerys began, looking upon the map while shifting her hips, a purposeful movement. "Our two hosts here could meet up and march into Riverrun. That plus the sixty thousand led by Randyll Tarly will mean Aegon has nowhere to go."

"All that would do is push him further north." Robb shook his head.

"Then what is your solution?" Daenerys asked.

Looking back to the map, Robb picked up the figure denoting her forces and moved it down to meet his own led by Dickon. "We shall make a repeat of the Field of Fire." Daenerys looked to him in confusion, not quite sure what that would accomplish, especially considering they were allied.

But Robb simply moved her off his lap and rose up.

Like always, he kept his ideas to himself, revealing only enough to inform people of their parts to play. Never did someone other than him understand the full scope of his plans, especially not her. She may spend the nights in his bed, but he didn't trust her, nor her advisors.