Hannibal saw many of the Iron one ships turning to fly back to their islands. He had landed Vhagar on a peak to overlook the cowards fleeing. They had not set foot in Kings Landing to his knowledge. He saw victory before him, but he was troubled. Something did not feel right.
His three fiercest assassins had come up to his position. He looked at the Captain of his assassins and gave a nod. It was then that he heard the signal...a single ring. Hannibal's head snapped towards the ships. "Mount up, those sewer rats snuck in and took my wife. The Ironborn will be eradicated from the seven kingdoms."
The three assassins faces were alight with joy at killing Ironborn, but as women they knew the danger the Queen was in right now. They slid onto the smaller dragons, they were light enough to be carried by the still growing dragons. Hannibal flew down and found his Lord Commander of the Gold Cloaks, Brieanne of Tarth. He left instructions for her to ensure that his children were fed and kept safe. She was the only living person who knew of the hiding place for his children. He then flew off towards the ships. He was going to destroy every ship one by one until he found Eurons ship. If Margaery had been touch by a single man or woman....Hannibal would kill even more of their people.
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Euron walked into his cabin with an arrogant smirk on his face. "You certainly did dress up quite nicely for me Your Grace. It's a shame you won't be needing any of those clothes once we land." He walked towards her bound form to run his fingers across the place where her skin touched her dress just above the swell of her breasts. "Perhaps you are eager to begin before we land at Pyke..." He teased.
She was tied up quite securely with her hands behind her back. They were going to be more careful with her, she would not lie back and just be taken. She had put up a fair fight to even get her into the ship.
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His three fiercest assassins had come up to his position. He looked at the Captain of his assassins and gave a nod. It was then that he heard the signal...a single ring. Hannibal's head snapped towards the ships. "Mount up, those sewer rats snuck in and took my wife. The Ironborn will be eradicated from the seven kingdoms."
The three assassins faces were alight with joy at killing Ironborn, but as women they knew the danger the Queen was in right now. They slid onto the smaller dragons, they were light enough to be carried by the still growing dragons. Hannibal flew down and found his Lord Commander of the Gold Cloaks, Brieanne of Tarth. He left instructions for her to ensure that his children were fed and kept safe. She was the only living person who knew of the hiding place for his children. He then flew off towards the ships. He was going to destroy every ship one by one until he found Eurons ship. If Margaery had been touch by a single man or woman....Hannibal would kill even more of their people.
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Euron walked into his cabin with an arrogant smirk on his face. "You certainly did dress up quite nicely for me Your Grace. It's a shame you won't be needing any of those clothes once we land." He walked towards her bound form to run his fingers across the place where her skin touched her dress just above the swell of her breasts. "Perhaps you are eager to begin before we land at Pyke..." He teased.
She was tied up quite securely with her hands behind her back. They were going to be more careful with her, she would not lie back and just be taken. She had put up a fair fight to even get her into the ship.