Margaery Tyrell (
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randomosity2017-07-17 09:55 pm
[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.
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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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.
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A nice, hot bath sounded like paradise right now.
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"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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"Better...much better, thank you my king," she whispered as she leaned back to kiss him softly.
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She ran her fingers along his chest and kissed along his jaw. "Bribery indeed. Giving me a Dire Wolf to tie me to Winterfell with you. Then of course you seduced me, how was I to defend myself against such charms?"
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"...I wonder, if he hadn't stolen me, what would you have done?" she tilted her head. "Would you have stolen me yourself? Seems the Northern way to do things. Or would you have come to court me in a socially acceptable manner?"
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He smiled to her as he looked deep within hose brown eyes. "I am forever thankful you gave me the chance to earn your trust." He said.
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She kissed his forehead affectionately. "And I am forever in your debt for your protection from your awful bastard brother."
Margaery continued to wash Hannibal, working the soap over his toned arms and abdomen. "Oh, I do so wonder how it would have been if we had known each other as children." But she had never traveled far north. There had been discussions of marrying her to a Targaryen in her very early years. But when Robert Baratheon took the throne, it had been just the Baratheons that would do for Margaery from then on.
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