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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Margaery had no issue standing naked so near to their balcony. But she leaned into him and made sure to stay close to Hannibal. She didn't want to be seen, lest her body be taken as an invitation.
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Hisnarms were around her to hug her tenderly. He smiled as he looked at her. "We will only hold court for a very broef time tomorrow. We will be going on a hunt together in the afternoon. Does this please you?" He asked her with a smile upon his face.
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The idea of a hunt had her curious. She tilted her head and looked up at him suspiciously. "A hunt?" she wondered if it was a true Bolton hunt, or something more traditional. "It does indeed sound lovely."
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“Now come...we should rest before our hunt tomorrow.” He said.
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He laid them down in bed and pulled her close to him. He began to massage the back of her neck and the top of her head. He also began to hum an old lullaby. He hoped it would help her drift off to sleep. He had noticed that she struggled falling asleep the past few nights.
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When morning came, Hannibal woke first and smiled when he found Margaery still asleep in his arms. He carefully shifted one arm to make her a moon tea without waking her. He then kissed her temple tenderly. “Wake up my love. We have a special hunt today. We must have breakfast.” He whispered lowly into her ear.
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He watched her reach for the moon tea and felt slightly sad. He hoped that one day she would refuse the tea one morning. “If my memory is correct...you should bleed over the next few days.” He head learned that there was a pattern.
He smiled at her question as he turned to set the breakfast tray across her lap. “All of your favorites. Including fire plums.” He said.
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"Yes, you are right my love," she reached up and brushed her fingers over his cheek. "Then after that, it will be only a few days more. Then I will no longer require the tea."
She picked up a fire plum and offered Hannibal the first bite from the soft fruit. "Do you remember when you first had these?" She smiled at her memories of their early marriage in Highgarden.
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She blushed, recalling their first times together and how gently he had claimed her maidenhead. But then he had steadily gotten rougher with her, in the best way. He was so incredibly strong.
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