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[For Hannibal] The Raid

Since the Lannister execution and the overthrowing of Tommen Baratheon, Hannibal had settled into the Iron Throne rather comfortably with Margaery at his side. The Bolton reign had begun. And having already amassed a strong brood of children, the dynasty looked as if it would be set for some time.

Of course there were those who opposed their new King. Remnants of those loyal to the Lannisters, or the true Targaryen loyalists who considered Hannibal an unworthy successor in comparison to Daenerys. There were minor uprisings, which were put down with ease between the Bolton and Tyrell army.

But a raven arrived one morning from Winterfell.

The royal family sat at the breakfast table. Rhys and Reina were bickering over the last biscuit, while Aenar crumbled his food between his tiny fingers, and Margaery held Lorys to her breast to feed her. A servant brought the note, addressed to Margaery, which Margaery took with her free hand. Her expression turned grave as she looked to Hannibal.

"It's from Sansa. She says a few days ago a messenger from the Dreadfort arrived and told her that there was activity stirring on the Iron Islands..." she was nervous. The Ironborn were a salty, devious lot. Her grandmother had always preferred the quasi-savage Dornish to the Ironborn.

No sooner had she read the message, then the signal horn sounded and Gold Cloak rushed in. Black sails bearing the golden kracken were approaching Blackwater Bay at top speed - faster than any ship they'd yet seen. Margaery went pale.

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Hannibal looked deep with her eyes with love. "Always my love. I will always tend to you and support you. I would destroy a tree if it dropped an acorn upon your head. Never fear, I will always be here for you." He said.

He leaned in to kiss her temple softly as he held young Loerys. "Would you like to change before the other two come back for bed my love? I can manage these two alone." He said.

Margaery smiled and tilted her head when he leaned in to kiss her temple. She caught his lips with her own. Margaery kissed him passionately and pressed her forehead to his.

"Yes...." She whispered in answer to his question. "....euron was the last man inside me...I...I can't tolerate that..." She whispered.

Margaery sat up to allow Hannibal to take Aenar. Then she would stand up to undress.

Hannibal returned that passionate kiss with an equal amount of fire. He looked in her eyes as she spoke. He tended to their children, but watched her as she changed. "Do you wish for me to change that before we go to sleep?" He asked her.

He would do whatever she needed to assist in her recovery from the damage Euron had done.

Margaery let the gown fall to the floor. As he posed the question, Margaery crossed her hands over her chest. She was bare, but she didn't want to hide herself from him.

"...forgive me...im not ready, but I'm not...I'm not ready. But at the same time, I don't want to sleep in our bed knowing he's been inside me..." She looked over her shoulder to him with sadness and struggle in her eyes. "I don't know what to do..." She whimpered.

Hannibal looked over her body with loving desire. He saw that Loerys was asleep and he told Aenar to close his eyes and go to sleep. Hannibal then stood and moved to hold her close as he kissed her forehead tenderly. "Why don't I draw you a bath...once Rhys and Reina return I will help wash away anything that remains. That way you can sleep." He offered.

Margaery leaned into him, seeking his warmth as a chill rolled through her from being nude. She nodded slowly. "We'll put the children to bed, then yes, a bath sounds good. I'm sure that will help." She kissed his chin affectionately.

Hannibal smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. He shifted them to wrap a warm robe around her before leading. Her back to the bed. "Come my sweet love. I believe young Aenar wishes to spend time with you. I will go and start your bah and return in a moment." He said.

He moved to start the water and remained in her view the entire time.

Margaery moved to slip into the robe as Hannibal dressed her. She then followed to the bed and settled in. Margaery slowly picked Aenar up into her arms as Loerys slept.

"My sweet boy," she whispered as she held him close. "We're you good while Mama waa gone? I'm sorry I couldn't stay and I had to leave. But it won't happen again. Mama promises."

Aenar cooed and cuddled in close, Margaery kissed his head and held him tight. After a few moments their eyes closed and they both began to doze off.

Hannibal had returned and smiled when he saw Margaery falling asleep with Aenar. He carefully shifted them so that the two small children were safely in the middle of the bed. He kiss e Margaerys temple as he heard Rhys and Reina returning. "Let is see if they were successful in their mission." He whispered softly.

Margaery mumbled softly as Hannibal moved the baby. Slowly she sat up as Rhys and Reina came charging in, giggling.

"And just what are you both so cheerful about?" Margaery smiled.

"Mimi's sooooo mad!" Reina laughed.

"We told her she needed to leave Mama alone and she got mad," Rhys laughed too.

"Such silly children, come here to your Mama," she smiled as the twins bolted into bed with her and the babies.

Hannibal chuckled at the report. "I certainly hope she is not too cross. Now, your mother and I need to wash up before bed. Can the two of you mind your sleeping brother and sister? We will be back shortly. If they are both asleep and you find yourselves tired you can go to sleep." He said.

Both nodded thei heads in understanding.

Hannibal then kissed the top of each of their heads before offering a hand to Margaery to lead her to the prepared bath.

Margaery let Hannibal help her up, then she let the twins settle into bed with their siblings. She took Loerys and set her in the trundle bed on Margaery's side of the bed. Then she tucked in the other three and kissed them each. Then she took Hannibal's hand and followed him to the bath chamber.

A nice, hot bath sounded like paradise right now.

Hannibal led her to the bathroom and helped her take the robe back off. He also undressed before picking her up and stepping into the bath with her. He settled into the warm water with her back pressed up against his chest. He kissed her temple tenderly as he picked up son soap.

"Relax my love. Let me clean you up." He said as he moved to get her body wet before moving to tenderly massage her breasts as he cleaned them off before slowly moving to clean off her toned stomach.

Margaery let him undress her, and when he lifted her she wrapped her arms around his neck. When he settled into the water she sighed softly at the feeling of the heat and water surrounding her.

"So good to me," she sighed. "What have I done that the gods blessed me with such a loving husband who cares for me as you do?"

Margaery let him move the soap over her breasts and her belly. She frowned and leaned into him a bit. "I can't believe...I can't believe he violated me that way. It hurt...I'm surprised how much it hurt..." her voice cracked as she spoke, remembering the pain.

Hannibal smiled at her first question as his hands shifted to massage her lower back and get her fully relaxed. "How could the gods have gifted me with such a perfect wife to cover my weaknesses with her strengths?" He answered back.

He kissed her temple again when she mentioned the pain she had felt. He knew why she had been injured and a part of him was happy. It meant that her body was never aroused or attracted to what he was doing. It meant that her body remained loyal to him. His hands shifted to massage her hips slowly and tenderly. "I can take that pain away my love. Let my hands soothe away that pain and remove that memory." He said in a soothing voice.

Margaery whimpered a little. She felt better, feeling his fingers work over her pained lower body. She looked over her shoulder to him with a mixture of pain and sadness. "... please... take it away. I want...I want to be able to take you within me again. But as it is now...I can't... it still hurts too much."

Hannibal shushed her softly and turned her just enough to kiss her cheek tenderly. "Not worry my love. I am here. I promise to make it go away." He said before his hands slowly and gradually slid to the inside of her thighs. He began to massage there before shifting up slowly and steadily so that she could predict it to the juncture between her legs and her body.

Margaery nodded and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. She whimpered a bit as he massaged her thighs. Margaery even shook a little, still fragile after the encounter. But his fingers were gentle, strong, just what she needed. As they found the junction between her thighs, Margaery gave a soft whimper of protest, but she would not resist if he insisted. She would trust Hannibal completely.

Hannibal began to kiss along the side of her neck as he shushed her soothingly. "It's me my love. Relax, trust me." He repeated over and over.

His fingers were very careful as he massaged her folds. He rubbed over her clit when he found it standing and wanting his attention. He wanted her body to warm up to him again. He would make certain he had raised her arousak before his fingers made any moves to go inside and begin exploring what damage had been done. He would only use a single finger to prevent discomfort.

Margaery was tense, but his words slowly sank into her mind. She looked up to him and nodded slowly. She was still tense as he let his fingers explore her.

She focused on the drastic differences between Hannibal's touch was to Euron's forceful grabbing. The way Hannibal touched her was slow, tender and loving. She pressed her forehead into his neck. Margaery moaned softly as he teased over her clit. When his finger explored her though, she winced softly in pain. Her walls were swollen, aching and red. Each touch of his finger sent stibgubg pain rushing through her core.

Hannibal felt how swollen she was. He withdrew his finger and dipped it into a jar near the tub. It was a special salve that would help her heal. He quickly slid his coated finger back within her and began to spread it over her walls. She should immediately feel a soothing, cooling sensation. He would need to apply this again a few more times for her to fully heal. "How does that feel my love?" He asked her.

Margaery had to set her jaw against the pain as he withdrew his finger, then used it to apply the salve again. For at first it hurt, but then she felt the cooling sensation. Margaery breathed softly to ease the sensation, until finally her body adjusted.

"Better...much better, thank you my king," she whispered as she leaned back to kiss him softly.

Hannibal smiled as he felt the swelling going down. He returned the kiss as his finger finished applying the salve before withdrawing. "There, now you are cleaned and tended to. You should be fully healed by breakfast." He said as he kissed her tenderly.

Margaery breathed deeply as her womb began to heal. She looked up to him and nuzzled her nose against his neck. "Thank you. You always know just what to do, my love." Margaery turned to face him and kissed over his lips and chin. Showing him the full extent of her affection.

Hannibal smiled as he returned her passionate kiss. "That is part of my duty to you my love. I made a promise to you years ago that I would always be there for you. Your happiness and health is what I live for. Followed by the happiness and health of our children." He said with a smile.

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