randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

It took a great deal of self control for Margaery to focus on her husband-to-be rather than the pups that were toddling and tumbling over one another to get to their corner. They were too cute to ignore. But Margaery focused on Hannibal and moved up as he stood. She gasped softly as he pulled her so tight to his body. Indeed, beneath the furs and thick wool, she could feel his lean muscles.

It would have been so easy to give into him just then. She nearly did. When he whispered and rumbled in her ear that way, Margaery moaned softly against his ear. She could have surrendered to him, right then.

But she wasn't going to make it easy on him. She wasn't going to give in and surrender her maidenhead. Partially because she thought it would be worth it and proper to wait, but partially because she was a little afraid.

Margaery leaned back and pressed a single finger to his lower lip, dragged it down, along his neck and pressed it against his chest. "Worth the wait. I promise." But that didn't stop her from leaning up and kissing him softly. Her tongue dragged over his lower lip and she suckled hard upon it, even letting her teeth pinch over it.

Hannibal heard those moans and locked away what caused them to use later. He could feel her body wanting more, but found himself happy that she desired to wait. He allowed her the kiss as his hands slowly moved down to her hips. He easily lifted her to set her on her feet closer to her chambers and about a foot away from him. It was meant to show her exactly how strong he was and that he could easily lift her.

He then took a step back to take her hand and kissed the back of it. "In that case I will bid you goodnight My Lady. I will knock four times in the morning for us to leave for our first hunt together." He said.

Her pup was waiting by the door quietly.

Margaery gasped softly as he lifted her. She giggled softly at that show of strength, wrapped her arms around his neck and felt the muscle beneath his clothes and skin. As he set her down, she smiled and let her hands rest against his chest for as long as he was near. When he kissed her hand she bowed slightly.

"Good night, my Lord. I look forward to the morning," she smiled and turned, looking to the pup and whistling for her to come. "Come, Moanna."

The pup followed, a bit more pep in her step being given a name. Before Margaery closed the door she undid the clasps and buckles of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Giving Hannibal a brief glance of her bare backside once again before closing the door.

Hannibal watched intently as Margaery turned to retire for the evening. The young pup was indeed thrilled to have a proper name. His eyes showed his lust for her body when she gave him another brief glimpse of her very fair form before shutting the door behind her. He turned to lock his own chamber door and summoned his three pups to the bed. He gave them each a name and order them up onto the foot of the bed. The stone would be too cold for them to sleep.

The next morning, Hannibal roused himself early. He had prepared a small, but hardy breakfast for the pair of them and was dressed in dark black hunting leathers with fur linings. He had given the order to the young maid to fashion a dress in a similar style for Margaery. It would allow her freedom of movement, but would also keep her warm. There was also a pair of soft fur lined leather leggings to protect her legs from the saddle as they rode. There was a pair of leather boots for her feet, they should fit her quite well. The final touch were fur lined leather gloves to keep her hands warm. She would have a fur coat to wear about her shoulders with a hood on it. He strode to knock on her door firmly three times. He was fully dressed and ready and had her outfit lying on his bed.

Margaery picked up Moanna and put her in the bed, wrapping the furs around the both of them before curling up to go to sleep.

In the morning Moanna licked at Margaery's face. She giggled, but gently scolded the pup for waking her. It was only shortly thereafter that she heard Hannibal's knock. Margaery set Moanna on the floor and wrapped the furs tight about her - it showed off her slender figure, but also kept her covered. Margaery opened the door and smiled up to Hannibal.

"Good morning," she greeted him. Moanna toddled up and sat beside Margaery, her tail wagging and she yipped a soft greeting to Hannibal.

Margaery could smell breakfast and smiled at the scent of good food. "You've been hard at work I see," she chucked.

Hannibal looked down at the young pup with what some might consider a scolding face. However, his eyes showed a light of amusement. Young Moanna's brothers all tipped back after hearing her.

He then looked up at Margaery as he motioned to the clothes set out. "The maids from yesterday made these specifically for you My Lady. They will indeed keep you warm and comfortable on our hunt." He began. "The food is still quite hot. You have time to get dressed before it is cool enough to eat." He said as he moved to sit with his back towards the bed and facing the fire. He was sitting where if she was at the foot of the bed, he could see her from the corner of his eye. He was curious if she would continue in her boldness.

Margaery approached the bed and looked over the dress and garments. Her fingers ran over them and she smiled. "So lovely, and they match your outfit in turn, how appropriate," Margaery smiled.

When he sat down she smirked to herself and dropped the fur she'd had wrapped around her. First she donned the leggings, but made sure to pull them on slowly, teasingly, she knew he was watching. Then came the boots and finally the dress. Margaery turned to Hannibal.

"My lord? Would you mind tying my laces at the back? I want to make sure they're secure," it wasn't a total lie. But in truth she just wanted him close. She wanted to feel his hands on her body again.

Hannibal was indeed watching her from his seat. He paused for a moment before standing and walking over to her slowly to tighten the laces of her gown. "How does the cloth feel My Lady?" He asked lowly in her ear.

He knew it was partially a game, and he was willing to play along now that he had more confidence that she was his.

Margaery leaned back into him a bit as he laced her dress. She glanced over the dress one he was finished. "Soft, light - I can easily move in this," she made a mental note to thank the maids later with some manner of reward from the kitchen, or from her limited jewels.

Margaery turned slowly to face him. She took a step back to let him see her fly, but not enough to put a great deal of space between them. "How do I look? Like a proper huntress of the Dreadfort?"

She longed for the day when Roose Bolton returned to the Dreadfort, and Ramsay with him.

Hannibal watched as she moved freely and easily. He smiled as he motioned to her chair. "Indeed you do. I dare say you look quite deadly with how gracefully you move My Lady. To be a proper huntress from the Dreadfort, we must bring back some game." He said. He picked up her plate to offer her breakfast to her.

Margaery smiled but inside she was a bit nervous. She'd never loosed an arrow before. Jeffrey had showed her how to handle a crossbow, but it had never felt quite right.

"I hope I'm able, I can't say as I've ever participated in a hunt before," Margaery admitted as she sheepishly took a plate. "Father never thought it proper for a lady."

She'd accompanied the men on hunts and had seen how they used the weapons, but she'd never wielded them.

Hannibal gave her a slight smirk as he watched her begin to eat as he settled into his seat and began to eat as well. "I will make you a proper Lady of the North and teach you hunting tricks the southern Lords have never heard of." He said with a bit of pride dancing in his eyes.

Once they had finished eating, he set his plate with scraps down for his pups to eat from. "Are you ready My Lady? I will assist you with your furs." He offered as he stood and moved to hold her fur cloak up. It was equally warm, but not quite as heavy as his own cloak.

Margaery smiled and began to eat. As always, it was delicious. If this would be thrilled status quo, Margaery could get used to this.

She followed his lead and set her scraps down for the pups. Moanna of course licked and nibbled at the scraps first, only letting her brothers at the plate when she was content.

"I'm ready, my Lord," she replied, straightening her dress. She moved to stand beside him and let him put her furs on. She was slowly getting used to wearing more clothes than she usually did in Highgarden. The furs felt luxurious and soft as her silks against her skin.

Hannibal armed himself with his sword and short knife on his belt as he put on his riding gloves. He had a hidden knife he placed in his left boot. He slid his riding gloves on before reaching to put his cloak on. Once he was finished, he offered his arm and gave a command for the pips to stay. There were two guards outside his chamber door that were left to keep the chambers secure while they were out.

He led her down to the open courtyard where five of his best wolves were waiting along with two horses. He had spotted his brother out of the corner of his eye, but he ignored the other for the moment.

Margaery bid good-bye to Moanna and the pups before taking Hannibal's arm and following him out. She had no weapons, but she didn't know how to use them anyway. She was content to let Hannibal teach her in his own way. Margaery smiled upon seeing the horses and wolves ready and waiting.

Ramsay, however, unsettled her. The way he looked at her as she walked out into the courtyard with Hannibal, there was nothing good about it. He approached them with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed before his chest.

"You can dress up a flower in furs and fine jewels, but that doesn't make it anything other than what it is," Ramsay sneered. "Lovely, frail, delicate...breakable."

Margaery pulled back her upper lip in disgust and stuck her nose in the air. "And changing a bastard's name doesn't make him anything other than a bastard."

Ramsay's eyes narrowed. Oh, he didn't like that. The glare melted into a smile at Hannibal. "Going hunting brother? Give me but a moment and I'll have my horse ready to join you!"

Hannibal's face darkened. He made certain he was between his brother and his future bride. The wolves were snarling and they shifted to stand around Margaery.

Hannibal gave his brother a hard look. "If you best me in a fair spar I will allow you to tag along. The Maester will judge the victor." He said.

One of his guards removed his cloak as he was given a blunt long sword. One was offered to Ramsay as well. The Bolton men did not use shields when sparring. Hannibal was taller and stronger than his brother. Hannibal's men disarmed him and moved to disarm Ramsay as well.

Ramsay smirked and let the guardsweet disarm him and remove his own cloak. He took the blunted sword but frowned at it. "Tch...such swords are not worthy of a Bolton sparring match. Come brother, we're not children, we should be using real blades."

He stepped back and held his arms out from his body, giving a smile that was likely meant to be innocent, but came off more unsettling than ever to Margaery. "Don't you trust me?"

Margaery stepped back and let the wolves step between her and Ramsay and Hannibal. She bit her lower lip and felt her stomach turning - she knew though, there was no way Hannibal would lose.

Roose stepped out when Ramsay said that. "I will not have you main each other with real blades. Hannibal has a wedding soon. Blunted blades with no shields are acceptable." He said cooly.

Hannibal gave a bow to his father before taking his fighting stance. It was both menacing and relaxed. He would wait for his brother to make the first attack. "You still have a blade on you that my men do not remove because of where you hide it. Why would I give you another sharp blade to fight dirty with?" He taunted.

A few of his guards moved to stand slightly in front of Margaery as well. In case that small blade went flying. There were also guards just around Margaery in general to keep her safe.

Margaery was almost startled when Roose Bolton approached. She bowed her head and inwardly thanked the gods. Then she looked back to the Bolton sons.

Ramsay frowned, but bowed to his father all the same. He smirked when Hannibal mentioned his hidden blade. "Ah, guilty as charged. But what Bolton man wouldn't have an ace up his sleeve?" Ramsay smirked.

He dragged his blade along the ground and brought it up to tap against Hannibal's blade. A taunt. Then he brought the blade up and smacked the side of his blade against Hannibal's before stepping back and putting space between them to allow him to react.

Hannibal tilted his head at that as a nod of agreement. He still had the blade in his left boot.

He allowed his blade to swing wide from the strike. He made no move closer, but did smirk. "I think my fair flower can strike harder." He said. Enraging his brother was best to cause him to charge.

Ramsay knew that Hannibal likely had a blade hidden. His goal was to jab his own blade into Hannibal's throat or heart before Hannibal had a chance to even draw.

He frowned when Hannibal mocked him. His lips pulled back in anger and disgust. "She can, I'm sure. But she likely lacks the head for battle and strategy."

He brought down a barrage of slashes and strikes on Hannibal's blade, moving to push him back and gain some ground.

Hannibal always expected his brother to try and kill him any time they sparred. Unfortunately for Ramsay, Hannibal knew where he hid his extra blade and would be watching for him to make that move.

Hannibal absorbed he blows and stood his ground firmly. A few of his counters landed across Ramsay's arms hard. Those hits would leave bruises on his brother, but not cause any more serious injury yet. He fully intended to break his brother's dominant hand. At his first opportunity he swung his blade hard and hit his target. There was a loud crunch when Ramsay's main fighting hand was broken in multiple places.

Hannibal would follow with multiple hard strike to his non dominant arm until there was another crunching sound. Hannibal strode forward and punched his brother hard enough to break his nose and send him toppling to the ground. He strode over and stopped on his chest to knock the wind out of him. Hannibal knelt down and pulled the hidden blade from Ramsay before towering over him as he held it in his hand. "Perhaps next time you will stick this in me brother." He said before handing he blade to one of his guards.

He collected his real sword and tossed the blunt blade to a young squire. He put his cloak back on and offered Margaey a hand to assist her up and into the saddle. "I do apologize for the slight delay My Lady." He said before swinging into his own saddle. He turned his horse and led her out towards the woods. The wolves followed as did four guards. There were wildlings in the woods to worry about.

Margaery gasped when Hannibal broke Ramsay's hand. The older brother howled in pain and dropped his sword. He stumbled back a few steps, his eyes alit with furious fire. Margaery never covered her eyes, never looked away, she watched throughout the whole thing. Her dark eyes widened each time Hannibal laid a blow, each time she heard that sickening crunch of Ramsay's bones breaking.

Ramsay was ruthless, but Hannibal was more skilled. He made an attempt to knock his brother to the ground that ultimately resulted in him being punched and dropping to the ground. Ramsay coughed up his own blood as Hannibal taunted him with his own blade. "Sooner than you think..." he muttered before Hannibal got too far - but too softly for anyone else to hear.

Margaery smiled when Hannibal emerged the Victor, and she again tilted her head to Roose Bolton. "You've chosen a good, strong husband for me, Lord Bolton. You honor me."

Then Hannibal approached and Margaery smiled. She took his hand and slid gracefully into her saddle. "No need. You did well, My Lord." She praised as she took the reins. If nothing else, Margaery was a skilled rider, so she wasn't completely hopeless on a hunt. She kicked her horse and followed after Hannibal, the Bolton banners before and behind them, carried by guards.

Roose Bolton gave her a nod in return before giving Hannibal a look of approval. He looked down at Ramsay in disgust. "That is why he is marrying the rose and you only have your whore."

Hannibal gave Margaery a brief nod as they rode off into the forest. He came to a stop only a few miles from the keep. They were still within sight of the stone walls when he dismounted and held his hands out to assist her out of the saddle. "You ride very well My Lady." He complemented as he set her on her feet in the packed snow.

"Have you ever been taught how to shoot an arrow My Lady?" He asked.

Roose's scolding only made Ramsay angrier. He growled in anger and got up to tend his wounds in the infirmary.

Margaery slowed her horse to a stop as Hannibal did. When he reached up she took his hands and slid from the saddle with equal grace. "My thanks, your grace. Highborn ladies can hardly not be good riders, now can they?"

She was amazed at how she hardly felt the cold of the snow through her thick boots and leggings. Then as snow vegan to flutter from the heavens upon them, Margaery looked up and smiled, the white snowflakes a sharp contrast to her dark hair.

"No, though I've observed my brothers being taught. And.....Joffrey taught me how to hold a crossbow but...he's hardly a credible source, I'd say," she replied. "I think I understand the core concept, at the very least."

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