Hannibal saw how she reacted and waited for her to say her piece. He listened as she listed off a variety of reasons on why his father and his actions intimidated and frightened her. He poured himself another glass, but his dark eyes remained fixed upon hers as she spoke.
He leaned forward as well to speak lowly so that any listening ears would not hear him over the roar of the fire. "I am not my father. If I were, I would not have lifted a finger to keep my brother away from you nor would I have rescued you from that dinner. You would not be staying in the most secure chamber in the castle if I had not insisted upon it."
He took another large sip of his ale before continuing. "I fight and protect my men and my wolves. As my wife, you would be protected even more than any of those. There would not be an obligation to keep you alive, it would be my duty to keep you alive as your husband. My father has his plans of what will happen after we are wed. I know better." He said.
He leaned in even closer and spoke even softer. "Once we return to Winterfell, my brother will have some sort of sick display to greet us. My father will punish him and drag him back to the Dreadfort. My brother will find a way to kill my father and then make an attempt to come and kill us. I have a secret ally in the Vale that promises me their army to defeat my brother. I have heard that the whore is going to re-arm those begging priests at the sept once again. That will end in disaster for her. Once those priests have convicted her and the Lannister army is spread thin amongst the seven kingdoms. It would be a simple task to overtake the red keep with the soldiers of the Vale, the Bolton army, and the Tyrell army." He said.
He would not yet reveal his ally, but his overall plan was very clever indeed. He sat back in his chair slowly. "I cannot accomplish that without a strong, intelligent wife by my side." He said.
He had just laid out for her his plans that he had not breathed a single word of to anyone, other than that sneak of a man Littlefinger. He just may one day kill that man for being too clever for his own good.
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He leaned forward as well to speak lowly so that any listening ears would not hear him over the roar of the fire. "I am not my father. If I were, I would not have lifted a finger to keep my brother away from you nor would I have rescued you from that dinner. You would not be staying in the most secure chamber in the castle if I had not insisted upon it."
He took another large sip of his ale before continuing. "I fight and protect my men and my wolves. As my wife, you would be protected even more than any of those. There would not be an obligation to keep you alive, it would be my duty to keep you alive as your husband. My father has his plans of what will happen after we are wed. I know better." He said.
He leaned in even closer and spoke even softer. "Once we return to Winterfell, my brother will have some sort of sick display to greet us. My father will punish him and drag him back to the Dreadfort. My brother will find a way to kill my father and then make an attempt to come and kill us. I have a secret ally in the Vale that promises me their army to defeat my brother. I have heard that the whore is going to re-arm those begging priests at the sept once again. That will end in disaster for her. Once those priests have convicted her and the Lannister army is spread thin amongst the seven kingdoms. It would be a simple task to overtake the red keep with the soldiers of the Vale, the Bolton army, and the Tyrell army." He said.
He would not yet reveal his ally, but his overall plan was very clever indeed. He sat back in his chair slowly. "I cannot accomplish that without a strong, intelligent wife by my side." He said.
He had just laid out for her his plans that he had not breathed a single word of to anyone, other than that sneak of a man Littlefinger. He just may one day kill that man for being too clever for his own good.