Margaery Tyrell (
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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 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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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.
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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."
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She wanted him to be truly surprised. Margaery leaned in and kissed him softly. "I love you."
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"What do you think, my love?" She smiled to him.
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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.
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"A copy? Explain. I don't understand your meaning," Margaery insisted. She was curious and excited. Anxious to start their hunt.
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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.
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"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."
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Margaery was confident she would down the prey first. "Perhaps we should make a little wager?" She smiled playfully.
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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.
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