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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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Margaery smiled at his jest and nuzzled him again. "They know I am in a damaged state of mind, they know I need my husband now more than ever."

She was determined to get over this horrible event. Margaery was not about to let it rule over her life. She pressed her forehead against his, and closed her eyes for a moment. "Be patient with me...I am trying."

Margaery would have said more, but curious Loerys reached out and tugged a lock of Aenar's hair, causing the boy to yell loudly and tears formed in his eyes.

Hannibal smiled as he kissed her temple tenderly. "I promise to be patient my love." He said to her. He shifted Loerys away from her brother and tutted her softly. "Now, now Loerys. We will have none of that. You will wait your turn to have attention. Come now, apologize to your brother." He said with a calm voice. There was no harshness in his tone as he scolded their youngest daughter.

Margaery bounced Aenar in her arms to soothe him. "Now, my little love. That's hardly how a young man behaves, is it? Don't despair, the pain is nothing to such a big boy, surely."

Aenar sniffled a hit, but yes he had to be a big, brave boy for his Mama. He stopped crying and curled in close, glowering a little at Loerys, but not holding a grudge.

"That's better," Margaery smiled.

Hannibal gave a nod as both children calmed down. Loerys even reached over towards her brother to kiss his hand as an apology. Hannibal gave a nod of approval as he looked at his young son. "Do you accept your sister's apology son?" He asked.

Aenar pouted a bit, but eventually nodded before leaning out to kiss Loerys's forehead. "Very good, son." Margaery praised him. "Shall we get a treat from the kitchen?" Of course both children were alight with excitement.

Hannibal nodded his approval at the children's quick forgiveness and eagerness to get a treat. He led the group inside for their treats.

The rest of the evenin went well and soon the dawn came when the children were taken into the carriage to travel down to Highgarden. They were able to leave in secret as Hannibal led Margaery to their session in the throne room where they heard requests from the people for an hour. It was important for them to establish that nothing was amiss with their reign.

Margaery had said her tearful goodbyes to her children early that morning. She knew her grandmother would take care of them.

As they progressed into their typical routine, Margaery focused all her strength on letting composed. True though, she was distracted. Many of the people looked at her longer than she would have liked. Brienne was right, the truth had been contained, but the people knew only one thing would make their king take off so quickly as he had. They wondered what had happened to their queen, but of course Margaery didn't let on that anything was amiss. Though that did eventually take its toll on her energy.

Hannibal smiled to Margaery as they went through the motions of running the country. He knew the crowds were curious as to what had happened. He would kiss her temple on occasion and whisper lowly into her ear. He told her to try and laugh and perhaps even blush. It would erase some suspicions of the people saw them appearing as if they were working on the next Prince or Princess.

Soon they were finally alone. Hannibal pulled her close and kissed her forehead tenderly. "How about a bath my love? You look exhausted. No need to have a mask before me. I know you are battling within." He said softly.

Margaery did indeed laugh softly when prompted and she even nuzzled him lovingly. There was a little hollowness to the motions, but she was trying.

When they were finally alone, Margaery was relieved. She sighed and leaned into him, nuzzling his neck. "A bath sounds wonderful, yes please, my love." She looked up at him with wide, loving eyes.

Hannibal knew that earlier was hollow, but it was believable enough for the crowds. He smiled at her before he scooped her up and into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. He set her on a bench as he started the water for her bath.

He placed a variety of oils into the water to soothe her. He turned back to look at her with a smile. "I hope you didn't mind me carrying you my love. I know you enjoy it when I spoil you." He said as he worked to remove his clothing until he was down to just his small clothes and pants.

Once the water was ready, Hannibal knelt down before Margaery. "Would you like assistance out of this gown?" He asked her.

Margaery clung to Hannibal when he lifted her. She breathed deep, trusting him that he wasn't about to drop her. Margaery smiled, put at ease with how he held her. She kissed him and nuzzled along his jaw, showing true affection as he carried her.

When they arrived and he began drawing the bath, Margaery relaxed and smiled to him. "Not at all, I feel truly safe and comforted in your arms."

As he knelt before her, Margaery blushed. Slowly she nodded in response to his question, reaching out with both hands to touch over his chest.

Hannibal smiled at that as he began to kiss up her arm. "And here I thought you had nothing more to blush about with me. I shall endeavor harder to make you blush more often." He teased as he kissed across her collarbone and reached around her tonundo the laces of her gown in the blink of an eye. He then stood and offered his hands to assist her in standing before removing the rest of her clothing carefully.

He then lifted her once again and set her in the water. He set a chair behind the end of the tub and sat upon it. "I will wash your hair and then join you in the water. Is the temperature to your liking?" He asked her. He knew she enjoyed it when he washed her hair so diligently.

Margaery smirked and laughed playfully. She tensed a little when he kissed over her collarbone, but she allowed him to continue. Margaery kept her eyes open so that she could clearly see that it was Hannibal touching and kissing her. Slowly sge stood up and leet her gown fall away.

Then again she was in his arms, giggling like a girl again. She smiled as he set her in the water. "It's perfect, thank you my love. You've been so kind to me through all this, thank you my dearest."

Hannibal noticed her hesitations and understood them completely. "As I will always be my love."

He removed his remaining clothes before he began to wet her hair to begin washing her long locks. "Close your eyes my love. Listen to your surroundings. Tell me what you hear. Smell the air. What is it you smell?" It was a simple, basic game to expand her senses. It was also a very simple trust exercise.

Margaery closed her eyes and relaxed. She basked in the feeling of his fingers working through her dark tresses. Margaery smiled. "Some would envy me, I have the King of the Seven Kingdoms at my beck and call to wash my hair."

But she grew quiet to do as he asked. "I hear water, the waves in the bay. I hear birds talking to each other. And it's distant... but I can hear people talking."

After a moment she heard the distinct sound of flapping leather and chuckled. "I hear or very first child enjoying himself as he flies through the air."

As for scents, Margaery paused and breathed deep. "I smell the oils in the bath - lavender and jasmine and vanilla. I smell your skin and heat, odd though that may seem."

Hannibal smiled as he worked on massaging her scalp as he washed her hair thoroughly. He listened as she described what she heard and smelled. "Yes, Vhagar is indeed flying about the castle."

He leaned down to whisper lowly within her ear. "Tell me, what do you feel? What do you taste?" He rumbled as he leaned over just enough to give her a passionate kiss before pulling back slowly as a tease.

Margaery kept her eyes closed. When he leaned over her and she felt his lips over hers, she kissed him back deep, claiming his lower lip before he could pull away. She smiled to herself and thought for a moment.

"I feel the strength of your fingers, yet how gently they work over my hair - You have the strength to kill me with one hand if you wanted, but you refuse. Taste? I taste the heat of your mouth and the strong tea you drink, it leaves a lingering floral taste." A blend from Highgarden, she knew.

Hannibal was glad to feel her kissing back with some fire. He worked on rinsing out her hair before standing and sliding into the water behind her. "The tea from Highgarden is quite good. However, there is a sweeter drink I have missed tasting these past few days." He said as he pulled her close so that she could feel his hard body and his hardening cock.

"Mmm, tell me what you feel and smell now." He rumbled lowly into her ear as his hands moved over her sides and up to her breasts to massage them.

Margaery blushed as Hannibal made the remark about a sweeter drink. She settled back against him as she felt him growing hard against her.

Margaery leaned her head back and nuzzled the crook of his neck. She sighed in arousal, feeling his fingers moving over her body.

"I smell your scent, it's stronger now. Heat, smoke and fire," she replied. Another sigh as she breathed deeply and even nipped playfully at his neck. "I feel your fingers moving over my body, pressing into my breasts. You could hurt me with ease, but you won't. There's a reverence in how you touch me."

Hannibal continued to move his hands over her breasts. He shifted them down to move over her hips in a massage. He rocked his hips forward so that she could feel his cock even better up against her lower back. He began to kiss and nibble along her neck. "Mmmm...and now." He rumbled lowly as his hands moved to her thighs.

Margaery whimpered softly, her fingers found his thighs and she squeezed slightly, feeling the muscle beneath his skin. "I..." she hesitated, she had to in order to collect her thoughts. "I feel your brazen fingers exploring further south. You explore my body as though every inch of it is new to you."

She pulled forward just a little, just enough to look into his eyes. "And I feel how hard you are for me..." her voice was a low whisper.

Hannibal felt her pull away as she looked up at him. He turned her around so that she was now facing him. He slid her close but made sure his cock rested against her stomach as he pulled her close enough so that their bodies were pressed together as he kissed along her collar bone. "What do you feel now? Is there more you would like to feel?" He asked her lowly. His hands moved to work over her ass.

Margaery adjusted herself carefully, moving into his lap and facing him as he moved her. Both hands came to rest over his chest as she looked lovingly into his eyes. Margaery could feel his hard cock throbbing against her belly. The same belly that had carried four children to term with only one being lost, a total of five. But this exercise worked both ways; she wasn't the only one feeling, after all. "I want to know what you feel. Close your eyes, tell me, as I have told you."

Hannibal's hands continued to work over her ass as his mouth moved. Her words were met by him pulling back so that she could see his face as he closed his eyes slowly. There was a smirk upon his face. "You could pit a blindfold upon my face and I would be able to tenderly stoke the fire that burns within you." He stated as a show of how well he knew her body.

He kept his face in her vision so that she could see that he was not peeking. "I smell the faint scent of the Rose perfume you wear as it slowly fades from your sun-kissed skin. I smell the sweet flowers of the gardens around the palace in your hair. I hear how your breath catches in your throat when you brush up against me. I feel your perfect skin between my fingers. How your tight ass clenches beneath my strong hands to your supple breasts that make you melt and moan when I tend to them fully." He said as his hands did indeed shift from her ass to her breasts to begin kneading them to have her truly worked up.

Hannibal then leaned in and licked the side of her neck before kissing and bobbing upon it as he shifted up to suckle on her ear. He whispered with a low rumble into her ear. "I taste the teasingly sweet appetizer that is the salt of your skin. It teased me of the sweeter nectar within you that I greatly enjoy having upon my tongue. I can hear your heart beginning to race as your desire for more grows. I feel how your body shifts towards mine and presses into me with desire."

Margaery hung on his every word. When his hands moved up to her breasts, she did indeed sigh and her breath caught in her chest as tingling sparks rushed through her body. He spoke of her with such reverence and love. Even in her imperfect state, even with how she had treated him after he'd rescued her, he still spoke of her with such worship. When he nibbled at her neck, Margaery tilted her head back to offer it up to him.

When he finished speaking she took a moment and just breathed in his scent. The Boltons always had a dark, deathly scent about them. Hannibal was no different, though unlike Ramsay his scent was pleasant, musky. Margaery's fingers ran down his chest, along his strong arms and down to his hips. She paused there, curious if she should, or could, continue. After a moment she did continue lower, squeezing his thighs as she realized he was right.

Her desire for him did indeed grow. And even though Euron lurked in the back of her mind, the memory was fading. Margaery opened her eyes and pressed her forehead against his.

"Hannibal-" she kissed him deep as her body pressed tighter against his. She wanted him. "Be gentle..." she whispered.

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