[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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[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.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery chuckled and brushed her fingers over his cheek. "One of us must be the one to kill our quarry. No hounds. No dragons. Just you and I. The prey must die by our hands." She knew he would try and find some loophole or another.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at the conditions. “Very well, I agree to your terms and the wager my dear. Shall we begin?” He said. He would put his horse into action as soon as Margaery began to move. He did not want to be accused of cheating after all.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery grinned and nodded. "Indeed, let the game begin!"

She kicked her horse's sides and charged after the direction their prey had headed. Margaery glanced over her shoulder to see how long Hannibal would wait to follow. "Do not take it easy on me, lover!"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal merely waited for one second before following after her. “I would dare take it easy on you. You are an equally skilled hunter as I am.” He said. He spotted the silver hair of their prey finally slipping into a small patch of woods in the center of the area. He was racing Margaery to that area.