[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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Renly Baratheon was dead, leaving his claim to the throne empty and his wife Margaery Tyrell a widow. Roose Bolton, of course, could spy an opportunity a mile away. He sent a raven to Highgarden, to Lord Mace Tyrell. Roose proposed that his youngest son and only legitimate heir be married to Margaery. Mace agreed, rather quickly as well - likely out of fear for the Bolton name.

But of course, Olenna Tyrell wasn't about to let that agreement happen. At least not on any terms but her own. So the agreement was made, but a time for delivering her to Winterfell had not been determined, and Olenna was not about to agree to one.

Ramsay Snow, wanting to be useful to his father and acknowledged as a true Bolton, decided to take action on his own. He took a small band of Bolton men and rode to Highgarden - he knew Margaery was there, after her day-long marriage to the late King Joffrey had ended. He kidnapped the Tyrell heiress and rode back to Winterfell. When he arrived, he dragged Margaery in with no amount of mercy or delicacy. He found his half-brother and father in a sitting room going over charts and battle strategies. Margaery, clad in a light dress with a keyhole opening at the front showing her cleavage and wrapping around her lower back, showing off the curves of her back and the lean muscle beneath her skin. Her skin was cold and covered in goosebumps, her lips slightly dark and a light shade of blue. But all the fire and anger was in Margaery's eyes. She wrenched herself free of Ramsay's grip and pulled her lips back to bare her teeth.

"Unhand me, mongrel!" she hissed.

"Dear father, brother - see what I've brought? We'll not have the Tyrells welching on their agreement any longer," Ramsay grinned. "The flower is a little frosty, but only because she did not appreciate my generosity of allowing her to ride in the carriage."

"What I did not appreciate was a bastard snatching me from my ancestral home and dragging me with no proper clothes into the North," Margaery snapped.

She so badly wanted to shift towards the fire, but she was bound and determined to stand tall and tough. Ramsay obviously thought her weak, she would prove him wrong.

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Margaery breathed heavily for a few minutes. Her body trembled for several minutes even after he moved her. She settled atop him and smiled as he spoke. "Yes...I would agree..." she moaned softly. Her body pressed into his and she kissed against his jaw.

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Hannibal wrapped his arms around her to hold her tight against him. He could take his time in calming himself again and allow her to rest if that was what she needed. "I hope you enjoy this feeling My Lady. You will experience it every day with me, at least once." He promised her with a hint of a teasing tone in his voice.

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Margaery smiled and chuckled at his promise. She kissed along his jaw and down along his chest. Her body slid down along his. "A lofty promise, my Lord," she chuckled as her lips and fingers slid down along his body.

He had paid her a kindness by giving her pleasure and maintaining her maidenhood. She intended to prove that she was no novice in the bedroom despite being a virgin.

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Hannibal watched as she began to shift lower on his body. He allowed her to shift, curious as to what she would do. "Perhaps for other men that is a lofty promise." He said as he noted her recovery time.

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Margaery continued to slide down, slipping beneath the blankets and kissing all the way down. When she found her face between his legs, Margaery smirked and dragged the flat side of her tongue up along the underside of his still hard cock. When she came to his tip, Margaery wrapped her full lips around it and flicked her tongue along the top of it, against the wet slit.

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Hannibal did nothing to stop her as she went lower on his body. He rumbled lowly as her tongue ran along his hard, throbbing length. He said nothing, but one hand did drift into those dark curls to encourage her to continue.

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Margaery had tried this before with Renly. It worked so much better with a hard cock. Hannibal's length was incredible, but she knew that she had to try fitting it all in her mouth if she could. Margaery brought her fingers up to tease against Hannibal's balls while her tongue slide down the side of his length. She moaned softly at the taste, and she again suckled at his tip when his cock was properly slicked. Feeling his fingers in her hair made her smile and she moved down, taking him into her tight little mouth inch by inch.

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Hannibal rumbled lowly as she continued to give his cock good attention. He felt her lips sinking around his length slowly. He would be very impressed if she did manage his whole length. However, just half of his length would also be acceptable.

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Half would not be sufficient enough for Margaery. Her pride wouldn't allow it. She slid more of his length into her mouth, massaging what was exposed with her fingers by stroking up and down. In the meantime, when Margaery felt her gag reflex might kick in from the sheer length of him, she paused and relaxed her throat. Eagerly she lapped her tongue in circles and spirals around his cock. When she adjusted, she continued to move. Until finally he was all the way inside her mouth and she let out a low moan of arousal to reverberate through his length. Gods, how she couldn't wait to feel his full length inside her.

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Hannibal rocked into her mouth. He found himself very impressed that she was able to fit his whole length in her mouth and throat. The tightness was more than he had expected and he found himself beginning to spill his pre within her. "Close..." He grunted lowly in warning to her.

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Margaery had never tasted a man's release before. So when Hannibal warned her that he was close, it only spurred her to continue her movements, faster and deeper, sucking hard and flicking her tongue all around his thick length. Her fingers fluttered along the seam of his balls, and every few moments, Margaery let out long, low moans to send those vibrations rushing through Hannibal's cock.

The taste of his pre-cum was salty and musky - but she liked it. She wanted more.

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Hannibal felt her actions intensify and knew that she wanted to taste his release. He did not hold back in the least as he lightly rocked into her mouth and throat. His cock seemed to expand as he shot his thick, salty seed down her throat. It took him a few moments until the amount finally slowed to a trickle down her throat. His cock remained hard, but he seemed to be spent of seed for the moment.

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Margaery didn't hesitate in her movements. She kept bobbing her head up and down to take him into her mouth. When she tasted the heady, salty musk of his release, Margaery moaned aloud and drank it down. She kept her lips clamped tight so as not to lose a single drop.

Margaery drank his release and licked his cock clean before emerging from beneath the covers again with a playful smile. "Was it what you expected, my Lord?"

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Hannibal felt her lick him clean and chuckled when she slid forward. He gave her a satisfied smirk. "You are quite impressive My Lady. My sword has never been fully sheathed before. You do indeed know how to please a man." He said.

He was curious if she would question why his cock was still hard.

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Margaery had thought that Hannibal's still-hard cock was simply a temporary state that would go away after a while. But a few moments passed and still he remained hard. Margaery looked a little sheepish.

"You're still hard even after releasing so much into my mouth. Did you not enjoy yourself, my Lord?" She looked up at him.

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Hannibal smiled to her gently as he brushed his thumb over her chin. "Oh I am very satisfied my Lady. I have been gifted with more than just a large cock. I can plant my seed twice before requiring rest. The rest I need is not so long as other men either." He said as he brought her lips to his in a relatively chaste kiss. He wanted her to get a taste of herself. "Perhaps you should take up a sport to prepare for our wedding night." He said teasingly.

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Margaery's eyes lit as he explained the details behind his endowment. She chuckled against his lips as he kissed her, but she returned it all the same. "You think I lack the stamina to handle your full strength, my lord? Have I not proven that a Tyrell is more than just a fair golden rose?"

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Hannibal chuckled at her words. "You are indeed a very resilient rose." He did not say it, but with his vitality he would likely plant a child within her quickly. "It would be a good idea to build upon your stamina." He said before kissing her again.

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Margaery smiled and kissed him back, her body arching into his again. The chill from the storm was all but forgotten now, and the pups were cuddled in a furry little bundle at the foot of the bed. Margaery smiled as she tucked a single curl behind her ear.

"Let us hope the storm does not last long. The sooner we return to Highgarden, the sooner we may be wed."

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Hannibal chuckled at her words as he nodded in agreement. "We should dress for dinner. If the storm has lessened we can still leave tomorrow as my father and I had planned." He said as his hands gave her ass a firm squeeze. "Unless you are still cold." He rumbled lowly.

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Margaery smiled and kissed along his jaw. "Mmm, what need have I to fear the cold? I presume I can count on my betrothed to warm me up again?"

But she rose from the bed and dressed for dinner. Margaery dressed in a dress of soft velvet and rabbit fur that the maids had redone for her.

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The storm lessened in the morning, just in time for a raven to arrive from Highgarden. The message from Olenna Tyrell to Roose Bolton was clear: the Bolton Bastard was not welcome in Highgarden, and would be killed on sight if he showed his face. Which prompted Margaery to encourage Ramsay to come anyway.

The caravan began the trek to Highgarden after breakfast. Margaery was put in a small carriage with her maids. Every stop though, Margaery ventured out and enjoyed the scenery with Hannibal.

When they arrived at Highgarden, Margaery peered out the carriage window. She was overjoyed to see Highgarden again. But something wasn't right. The guards stood atop the turrets with arrows ready and trained on the Bolton caravan. Olenna Tyrell stood at the entrance with a mortified Mace Tyrell and Margaery's older crippled brother. The second the carriage stopped, Margaery bolted out. Olenna was relieved.

"Margaery! Thank the gods, child," Olenna stepped closer and Margaery ran to her. "Are you hurt?"

"No, grandmother I'm fine," Margaery looked around. "What's going-?"

"Lord Bolton," Olenna cast a glare to Roose. "I would speak with you. Inside. Now." Olenna wasn't about to take 'no' for an answer. She took Margaery's arm and led her inside.

Mace Tyrell looked terrified. He had not his mother's bravado.

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The ride was uneventful and Hannibal had brought the four dire wolf pups along. They rode in the carriage with Margaery. He kept her plenty entertained on each stop. He knew the Tyrell's were prepared to kill his brother when they arrived. They did have the battalion of the best men of the Bolton army with them. However, Hannibal and his father rode apparently unarmed and without any armor upon them. A show of good faith to the Tyrell's.

Hannibal had dismounted and assisted his betrothed out of the carriage so that she could see her grandmother. The pups whined a bit when she left and he silenced them with a snap of his fingers before closing the door so that they would remain in the carriage.

His personal men would keep them safe for the time being.

Roose had dismounted and frowned at the hostile greeting. He gave a nod and followed her inside. Hannibal was quick on his father's heels. He would not be absent from this conversation.

Once they were stopped, Roose spoke. "My Bastard remains in Winterfell. His actions in no way reflect the intentions of my house. It was dishonorable and he was justly punished for what he did." He said flatly.

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Olenna led the group to a private sitting room. As Roose sat down and spoke, Olenna paid him no mind, she was too focused on her granddaughter. "How long has it been since they fed you, dear? Have you been mistreated in any way?" Before Margaery could answer - and the poor girl did try, Olenna snapped her fingers at a servant. "You there! Bring Lady Margaery's favorite mint tea and honey cakes."

"Grandmother, really, I'm fine. No one's mistreated me in Winterfell," Margaery chimed in.

"Except for the bastard," Olenna rolled her eyes. Only then did she look to Roose. "Where that runt gets his nerve is beyond me, Bolton. He comes charging in here, takes my poor granddaughter and has likely terrorized her gods only know how!"

"He hasn't grandmother," Margaery squeezed Olenna's arm. "My betrothed has protected me, I promise."

"Your betrothed, that's another matter!" Olenna glared at Roose. "You had no business arranging such a marriage with Mace Tyrell. Make no mistake, I am head of House Tyrell. Margaery will be wed to whom I say she will be wed. Now tell me, why would I allow her to marry a northman whose clan still honors the horrid first night ritual? And don't bother denying it. I know that's damn well how your bastard was conceived. It explains a lot, really."

Margaery looked distressed for a moment, but knew her grandmother was not in a mood to listen to her. Nothing she said would do any good.

"Why would I marry Margaery to a Bolton? Margaery was born and bred to be Queen. Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, not some icy stretch of land in the North." Olenna kept her ominous look as the servant brought the tea and cakes.

Mortified, Margaery took a honey cake and nervously nibbled at it. Her father was sweating bullets beside Olenna. She was going to get everyone in Highgarden killed.

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Both Bolton men sat like stone as she spoke. Neither showed a single emotion on their faces as she berated their house. Roose had expected her to be quite irate. He waited for her to stop talking for a full three seconds before speaking. "I will have my son, her betrothed, speak for himself."

Hannibal gave a respectful bow to his father and then focused his gaze on the Queen of Thorns. "I personally delt severe punishment upon my half brother for his rude actions against both of our noble houses. He is still in the infirmary after his punishment." Hannibal began. "While your granddaughter was in Winterfell, I took it upon myself to ensure her safety and health while we prepared to return her to Highgarden. I can assure you that she was well fed and was given free reign to explore Winterfell at her pleasure."

He paused for just a moment before continuing. "As for your other concern of my family's past rituals. As of today, House Bolton no longer partakes in such barbaric rituals. It is a flawed tradition that has caused embarrassment of my house." He said with authority in his voice.

Roose nodded in agreement, "My bastard is the last a Snow from a Bolton. As far as your concern of your Granddaughter remaining in the North for the rest of her days, you should not be so concerned. My son is a wiser about politics than I am. He is also ambitious, I have no doubt that he will become established further south then Winterfell." He said.

The Boltons were known for being very strategic in wars and always ending up on the winning side. If the other houses killed each other off quickly enough then the Bolton's could swoop in and claim victory.

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Olenna scoffed before taking a sip of mint tea. She quietly listened as Roose and Hannibal explained their intentions. But Olenna Tyrell was not one to take men at their word.

"And I suppose you expect me to take your word for that?" Olenna tilted a brow. "The word of a man who took up arms with the Lannisters and organized the horrid Red Wedding."

Margaery placed a hand over her grandmother's arm and looked to her with soft eyes. "Grandmother..."

"No, my dear, if I am to trust these men with your safety, I will know their true intentions," Olenna replied before looking to Hannibal and Roose. "How am I to trust you with my Margaery, knowing what you did to the noble House Stark?"

Margaery looked to Hannibal, silently pleading for him to be patient and persistent with her. Olenna would not respect a man who backed down like Mace.