"Without you, Winterfell would likely be in the hands of the Lannisters, Lord Tully. You have my thanks.", Robb said as the two of them walked the halls of Winterfell. Now that Gregor Clegane made his retreat, Robb could focus on what his original plan was. King's Landing was the target for more than just the North, now. Word reached his ears that Stannis was now riding with a large number of men towards the Crownlands. It would make taking the city much more difficult than Robb had expected it to be.
"Stannis Baratheon approaches the capital with a large number of men. I would support him if he wasn't likely to turn against the North shortly after."
They saw Robb and his family as nothing more than rebels. At least the Lannisters and those who supported them did. If Stannis sat on the Iron Throne, then he would expect Robb to pledge fealty to him. While in the past, this would have been nothing to think about, Robb was considered a king now by his people. A good leader was supposed to look after the wants and needs of his people.
"He will expect me to bend the knee and that is something I'm not prepared to do."
"No thanks are required Your Grace. It is was an honour to ride to your aide." It was perhaps an amusing thing for Edmure to think of Robb Stark as a King, but a King he was. The Riverlords were in full support of pulling out from the Seven Kingdoms and standing for Robb instead. His nephew was growing into a fine man indeed.
"He'll never return your sisters while you wear a crown. Not Stannis Baratheon. He'll hide behind his claims that Joffrey isn't Robert's child and the laws of the land." Stannis Baratheon was a man of law, infamously without mercy and quick to make things blank and white. There were no shades of grey with that one. It was no secret he brooded in Dragonstone while his younger sister ruled in Storm's End.
"Then he's as much an enemy as the Lannisters. But the Riverlands stands with you and if Stannis wants to make you bend the knee, he'll have to cross the Twins. Good luck to him!"