Daenerys grinned and tipped her head to kiss him hard. "Yes. Strong, perfect children, children only we could produce." Her violet eyes flashed as she looked at him.
"Rome shall never be the same."
***
It had taken a day and a half, just as he'd said. Hannibal had found the high priest of Juno, and Daenerys had let the word get out that the former gladiator and rumored cannibal was set to wed the great Daenerys Stormborn of Clan Targaryen. Naturally the Senate was up in arms, furious with the idea alone. But they were unable to stop it.
The priest had wed them, bound their hands with ribbon per tradition, and with a few chanted words and a kiss they were husband and wife. The reception was held at the temple of Bacchus. Of course the Senators were in attendance and eyed Hannibal with envy and anger. Daenerys only encouraged these feelings by kissing her new husband openly and brushing her fingers over his tunic-covered cock.
She was hardly patient enough to wait until their wedding night. Though they'd already consummated their relationship, Daenerys was anxious to make the guests even more edgy than they already were. The senators needed to be aware without a shadow of a doubt that she was bound to her new husband. And the whores the senators brought with them as escorts needed to know that Hannibal in turn was all for Daenerys.
"Husband," Daenerys purred softly near his ear as she took his hand and pulled him towards a smaller chamber off the main hall, her wine goblet in hand.
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"Rome shall never be the same."
***
It had taken a day and a half, just as he'd said. Hannibal had found the high priest of Juno, and Daenerys had let the word get out that the former gladiator and rumored cannibal was set to wed the great Daenerys Stormborn of Clan Targaryen. Naturally the Senate was up in arms, furious with the idea alone. But they were unable to stop it.
The priest had wed them, bound their hands with ribbon per tradition, and with a few chanted words and a kiss they were husband and wife. The reception was held at the temple of Bacchus. Of course the Senators were in attendance and eyed Hannibal with envy and anger. Daenerys only encouraged these feelings by kissing her new husband openly and brushing her fingers over his tunic-covered cock.
She was hardly patient enough to wait until their wedding night. Though they'd already consummated their relationship, Daenerys was anxious to make the guests even more edgy than they already were. The senators needed to be aware without a shadow of a doubt that she was bound to her new husband. And the whores the senators brought with them as escorts needed to know that Hannibal in turn was all for Daenerys.
"Husband," Daenerys purred softly near his ear as she took his hand and pulled him towards a smaller chamber off the main hall, her wine goblet in hand.