Margaery Tyrell (
tyrelltempest) wrote in
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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He would then pick her up and carry her back into their bedroom and to their bed. He laid her down there and held her close in his arms as he had them close to their sleeping children.
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Hannibal woke up to loud talking outside the door before a knock was heard followed by the door being opened. Hannibal's eyes narrowed before he realized it was Olenna Tyrell. He held up a hand to her. "Shhhh....they are all still sleeping. We will be down in a few moments for breakfast." He said.
He hoped that seeing Margaery safe and sleeping would pacify her enough to leave them be for the time being.
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Hannibal kissed Margaerys temple tenderly before he whispered lily into her ear. "Morning my love. Our sweet Loerys is quite hungry this morning." He said as Loerys reached for her others breasts in hunger.
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"Go and change for breakfast. Keep Mimi entertained while we tend to your brother and sister." He said.
Rhys and Reina yawned and stretched before nodding their heads and getting up to go change. Hannibal sent a servant to collect clothes for both Aenar and Loerys. He put on his boots and returned to sit by Margaerys side. "She is quite hungry this morning. I can hold her when she finishes so you can begin dressing my love." He said.
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"Could you burp her my love?" She asked as she sipped her tea again.
The servants returned soon enough with clothes for the babies as Rhys and Reina rushed to obey their father and play with Olenna.
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Margaery looked up to Hannibal and smiled as he looked to her.
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Just before they entered for breakfast, Hannibal spotted Brienne. "Once the children have gone with their tutors, we will speak with Lady Tyrell alone. Have my personal guard assist you in securing privacy." He said.
Brienne nodded in understanding before going off to find he three assassins.
Hannibal gave a bow to Olenna. "Lady Tyrell, it is good to see you. I do hope we did not keep you waiting too long. The youn Prince and Princess were to entertain you while we finished getting dressed." He said. It had been less than an hour since she had barged into their chambers.
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"My sweet girl, thank the gods you aren't hurt," she looked Margaery over and frowned at the bruises. But they all sat down all the same.
"I'm fine grandmother, thanks to my husband," Margaery smiled. "Were Rhys and Reina well behaved?"
"They were," Olenna replied as the main courses were brought out.
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"What are you studying today, little loves?" She asked.
"History!" Rhys proclaimed.
"And art," added Reina.
"Be sure to pay attention and do your absolute best," Margaery insisted. "Make Mama and Papa proud."
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Hannibal pulled Margaery close in his protective hold and kissed her temple tenderly. "Take your time my love. I am here for you." He said softly. His eyes flashed to Olenna as a warning to not push too hard.
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"Margaery? Come, child, tell me what happened," she insisted softly.
Margaery bit her lower lip and looked up to her grandmother. "Obviously you know that I was taken by Euron Greyjoy when the Ironborn attacked King's Landing. He took me back to the Iron Islands. After that...." Margaery shook a little and had to pause before continuing. "He took me into his chamber..."
This is when tears began to form in Margaery's eyes. Again she felt overwhelmed with a sense of guilt. How could she not have fought harder to keep him at bay? How could she not have resisted her fate?
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She might not have considered it before, but Hannibal felt guilty that she had been taken Ms trussed up like she was. He should have given her hidden blades up the sleeves of her dress to get away. Her dress was well armed if they had tried to retaliate. Hannibal wished he would have put Margaery in a hidden box as well.
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"Euron took me to the Iron Islands...and into his chambers..." She looked to her grandmother with tears in her eyes before breathing deep again. "...and He violated me..."
Olenna glanced to Hannibal with dark, vengeful eyes. "I told you to keep her safe. I told you to protect her, especially when you started this battle for the Iron Throne. Now look what's happened!!"
"Hannibal saved me, grandmother!" Margaery exclaimed. "He stopped Euron before he could finish within me!" Olenna heard the words, but did not respond.
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