[For Hannibal] The Raid

[tyrelltempest]

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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[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled as he pulled her body tighter against his own. "Someone quite special that you will enjoy hunting." He promised her. Hannibal kept the prey hidden for now. He wanted her to be curious before they left. It would keep her in a better mindset.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery's eyes lit as he spoke. She leaned against him and ran her fingers over his skin. "So mean to me, my lover. And to think I bore you four healthy children." She chuckled as she nuzzled him again. "Very well. Have it your way. Do I not even get a single hint?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled at her words as he kissed her temple tenderly. “If I give you any more hints, your clever mind will riddle out the surprise.” He teased her as a praise of her intellect.

“Now come...we should rest before our hunt tomorrow.” He said.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery pouted, but smiled. "Very well." She cuddled into him, continuing to run her fingers over his skin. She was tired, but still...haunted. Margaery buried her nose against his neck. "I love you..." she whispered softly. Sleep could not come soon enough for her.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled as he easily lifted her into his arms and carried her back to their bed. “I love you Margaery.” He said.

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.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery was glad to be in bed, their bed, soft and warm. The lullaby he hummed for her made her smile as she breathed in his scent. "I love you Hannibal..." she whispered against his skin. She couldn't wait to have the babies back again. But this was nice, just being alone with Hannibal.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal didn’t stop until she fell asleep. He then allowed himself to drift off as well.

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.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery felt Hannibal moving when the sun rose. But she was so comfortable and happy just lying there, she didn't open her eyes. Even when he beckoned her, she grumbled in protest and burrowed against him, burying her face against his neck. Quietly protesting, not wanting to leave the bed just yet.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled at her grumbling. “This is where Reina and Loerys learned how to protest waking in the morning. Although I must admit, your beauty makes it quite adorable.” He said with a smile upon his face.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery glanced up from his neck and looked to Hannibal with surprise and scolding. "As though Aenar and Rhys are so easily woken in the morning! They are just as cranky as you," she grumbled before again burrowing in close. "Must we wake so early? Is it such a crime for a wife to want to stay with her husband all day long?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled as he kissed the top of her head tenderly. “Staying in bed all day with your husband is highly encouraged. However, a good hunt is done at this hour. Come, o have a special breakfast for you, I fixed tea along with juice.” He said with a smile on his face.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery huffed, but turned over in bed to press against him and kiss him again. "Very well, since you are so insistent. But once our hunt concludes, we should come back to bed and remain here all day long." Margaery sat up slowly. "But for now, breakfast will do. What is it that you have prepared for me?" She reached for the moon tea to drink it down - effectively preventing her pregnancy.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled as he watched her finally relent. He moved to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. “Of course my love. Afyerbour Hunt we can stay in bed together to your hearts content.”

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.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery could see his disappointment. She understood it, but they could have no doubts in the minds of the people. If she was to be pregnant again, the father could only be Hannibal without a doubt.

"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.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled tenderly before he took the offered bite from the very sweet fruit. He chuckled at her comments as he looked up at her. “I do indeed. Although I recall indulging in a far sweeter fruit nearly to excess.” He teased with a wag of his eyebrows.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery chuckled and pressed her forehead against his. "Indeed. You were insatiable. My poor grandmother, you ruined four of her good mattresses."

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.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at that. “Only four? I thought we added a few more on our other visits.” He teased her.

He offered her a few bites of food before his smirk widened. “We did nothing that harmed your grandmother. In fact I think we have extended her life. She will constantly be watching how many beds we ruin and ensure there is a great storage of them for our use.” He teased lightly.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery laughed as she continued to eat. "We did. But on our wedding night the record was four. You did enjoy watching me bleed, my darling. True Bolton fashion."

She finished the tea and washed the bitter taste away with juice. A few more bites and she was finished. She kissed Hannibal playfully before resting her forehead against his. "I've a new hunting outfit."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled as he kissed her tenderly. He smiled when he heard her words. “Oh? I wish to seeing this outfit of yours. Can I assist you in putting it on my dear?” He asked with a playful look in his eyes as he finished his meal as well.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled and nuzzled her nose against his. "No." She replied plainly. "You'll have to wait. Get dressed yourself and wait for me in the hall just outside our chamber."

She wanted him to be truly surprised. Margaery leaned in and kissed him softly. "I love you."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled as he nuzzled into her neck. He then sat back and moved to begin getting dressed. He put on his newer hunting leathers of black with dark red trim. He went out into the hall and waited patiently for Margaery to appear. He was curious what this outfit would look like.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery watched as Hannibal dressed, then summoned her maids. They dressed her in her new hunting leathers, laced up the front to reveal the slightest flash of her skin, including her midriff and the curve of her soft, full breasts. The leathers were tight and had a long skirt, lengthened in the back, slit up the back to her hips. The trim was in red leather to match Hannibal with a gold rose carved over her heart in the leather. She wore thigh-high black boots, and once she was dressed she walked out to see Hannibal, her hair in a dark brown cascade down her back.

"What do you think, my love?" She smiled to him.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal had heard her summon the maids and waited semi patiently. He looked over her hungrily. “You are testing my self control with this my dear. I like this outfit greatly. Shall we go and begin our great hunt? I’ll have you riding before me on Vhagar’s back.” He said as he tilted her chin up to nip at her lips playfully.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery and smiled as she leaned into him. Her fingers stroked over his leathers and chest. She looked into his eyes and pressed her body against his. Margaery grinned and wrapped her arms around him and gave his ass a squeeze. "Mmmm, I'm glad you enjoy it. The leather feels sweet and soft against my nipples." She whispered against his ear. "But I am indeed anxious for my hunt."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal rumbled lowly when she said that. He leaned in to nip along her ear. “You are tempting me to return to our bed with this. However, I have a very special hunt planned. Let us go before I change my mind.” He said as he led her to Vhagar. He assisted her onto his back and took off. The assassins took off on the smaller dragons so that the people would think that the royal family was going hunting together.