[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 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.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery grinned and arched her hips tight against his. But indeed, there was a hunt to be had. Margaery climbed in front of him on Vhagar's back. She stroked his neck. "Hello again my first born," she teased in High Valyrian. Soon enough they were aloft and she looked over her shoulder to Hannibal. "Are we to hunt from the air?" She teased.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal shook his head. “No, we are flying to our secret hunting ground. We cannot let anyone see our actual hunt. It would begin some rumors.” He said as he guided Vhagar towards the spot. They flew for nearly an hour to a very secluded area. There were a few horses there along with two crates and their lead assassin.

Hannibal gave a nod of his head and his secret assassins moved to create a secure perimeter and give the King and Queen some privacy. “Our first hunt is with a copy. I do hope that she is satisfactory.” He said to tease Margaery a bit.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery looked to Hannibal with a puzzled smile. He had indeed spent a great deal of time planning this. She watched as the terrain below changed and was surprised when they finally landed. Margaery dismounted carefully and looked to the crate. Her gaze went back to Hannibal.

"A copy? Explain. I don't understand your meaning," Margaery insisted. She was curious and excited. Anxious to start their hunt.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he kicked the first crate. There was a startled scream from within. He then opened the crate and shoved it so that the person inside would stumble out.

It was a young woman with fake silver hair. Her eyes were brown, but she looked around in terror. Hannibal stood at his full height. “Run before my dragon eats you alive.” He said.

The girl saw the dragons and immediately began to fly in terror. Hannibal grinned darkly as he turned to Margaery. He offered her his arm to lead her to the horses. “Does our first prey please you so far my dear?” He asked.

The girl was meant to represent the young dragon queen that his wife was not fond of.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery tilted her head in confusion as Hannibal kicked the crate. Then when the scream came she realized just why they had to hunt in such a remote location. She smirked as he pried open the crate and the girl appeared. She did have some resemblance to Daenerys, but she was no replacement. Still, Margaery smiled and took Hannibal's arm as they approached the horses.

"So far I am impressed," she replied with a smile. "But the day is young, my king."

When they came to the horses, Margaery turned to face Hannibal and leaned into him. "Kiss for good luck before we begin?" She pouted her lips. "Then perhaps you will help me into the saddle."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he turned to kiss her deeply. He then offered to assist her into the saddle. “Indeed, let us begin our first hutvof the day. I am curious who will down our first prey.” He said with a sight smirk on his face.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled and kissed him back. "Mmm, our first hunt, you say?" She chuckled as she settled into the saddle.

Margaery was confident she would down the prey first. "Perhaps we should make a little wager?" She smiled playfully.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at her confidence. “I enjoy making wagers with you my dear. What did you have in mind?” He asked.

He gave a nod towards the second crate that was still sealed. The second prey seemed far quieter than the one crying out for help as she ran to try and get away.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smirked and gave a haughty tilt of her head. "Whosoever makes the first kill will have complete dominance over the other for an entire evening, until sheer exhaustion forces us to relent. Do you accept these terms?" She had plans for when she win.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal’s eyes danced with delight at her challenge. “The first kill by any means? Or do you wish to set a limit on how the kill must be done?” He didnhave the power to command anybod the dragons to scoop up their prey and drop her to her death. There was a smirk upon his face as he waited to see if Margaery would stop him from doing that.