randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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.

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?"

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Neither man allowed a single emotion cross his face. However, Hannibal did allow a sense of fighting for Margaery cross his eyes for a brief moment. Just enough so that Oleanna would see a bit more spirit from him.

Roose spoke first. "I am not the first Lord to follow his King's command to lead a slaughter. I have never been beaten in battle. That is because I always align myself with the winning side. I believe a new alliance with House Tyrell will be equally beneficial. The Dreadfort and Highgarden represent two strong houses on either side of the crown to assist." He said.

Hannibal nodded before speaking again. "Do you honestly think there is a better match to give your Granddaughter a crown? Would you trust the inbred lions who hide behind their gold and their army? Or perhaps the poisonous snakes from the south who would as soon kiss you with poison as shake your hand? I have heard there may still be a male heir from the Ironborn. Perhaps a life at sea for your Granddaughter?" He asked. "You may not agree with the history of my house. However, we do not hide behind gold or flowers. Our true nature is plainly visible to the world. My house has survived and risen slowly and steadily through time. There is only so much further my house can rise, and I fully intend to reach that in my lifetime." He said.

He allowed honesty and passion to show in his eyes as he spoke directly to the Queen of Thorns. However, his voice and facial expressions remained neutral. It was a silent conversation with Olenna to assure her that he might have some similarities to his father, but he was also different.

Olenna pursed her lips, considering Hannibal's words. He had a point indeed. There were no living male heirs of the Stark clan, not even the Targaryens had any male heirs. Olenna knew deep down he was right, but didn't want to admit it. Margaery took her grandmother's hand and looked to her.

"Grandmother, I know you think it hard to believe, but my betrothed is a good man," she insisted. "He has protected me, kept me safe and made certain I was happy. Not once did he take advantage of me despite numerous opportunities."

Olenna looked between Margaery, Hannibal and Roose. She sighed after a moment and looked to Margaery.

"Sweet child, are you certain of this?" Olenna asked.

"Yes grandmother," Margaery nodded. "I am. Hannibal is a fine man and I am confident that he would make an excellent husband."

Olenna was confident that Margaery would communicate any secret messages or needs to her. But Margaery seemed to be telling the truth. "Very well," Olenna looked to Mace. "Go on then, you great fool, we have a wedding to plan!"

Margaery smiled to Hannibal when her grandmother agreed.

Both Bolton men waited patiently for a response. Hannibal gave Margaery the smallest of winks as his eyes danced with genuine delight. Otherwise he kept his composites

Roose nodded to Lord Tyrell. "I have able bodied men who can assist where necessary for the preparations." He offered.

Hannibal nodded as he looked to Margaery for a moment before turning his gaze back to her Grandmother. "Are there rooms for us to stay? Or are we to stay with our men in tents?" He asked.

Mace gave his thanks to Roose before hurrying off to discuss details with the cooks, florists and maids. Margaery would be needing a dress as well, after all. Olenna smirked at the pair of them.

"Rooms will be prepared promptly for you, in the meantime let us enjoy the moment and toast the young couple," Olenna held up her tea. "To Margaery, to Hannibal, to new beginnings."

Margaery held up her own tea in toast and took a sip as her grandmother finished. "You will not be disappointed, grandmother."

Hannibal and Roose both raised their glasses in honor of the toast.

The preparations for the wedding moved quickly. Hannibal spent time with Margaery as much as her grandmother would allow. He was entirely respectful and made sure to give Margaery Moanna as company while he stayed entirely across the castle from her.

He made no moves to encourage her to visit him. However, he did make her low promises in her ear during their walks to attempt and put that blush on her face. He was greatly looking forward to their wedding night.

The wedding preparations were made quickly but no expense was spared. If her granddaughter was getting married, Olenna would make certain only the best was arranged. Margaery's favorite treats and dishes were prepared, along with traditional dishes of the North. Her gown was prepared quickly and it fit her perfectly. Unlike weddings in the North, Margaery was led to the Sept to be given to Hannibal. Mace led his daughter, clad in a flawless ivory gown with floral lace.

Olenna could hardly keep the tears from her eyes, but she refused to cry in front of the Boltons. She had to be strong.

Margaery's hair had been curled and secured with jeweled floral pins. She looked up to Hannibal with wide doe eyes. That pink blush tinged her cheeks as her father led her to him.

Hannibal was dressed in his finest outfit and one of his most trusted servants had the red Bolton cloak waiting off to the side. Hannibal took in Margaery's beauty and even his face showed his awe of her. He gave a bow to her father before leading hr into the sept.

Soon the wedding was over and they were at the reception. The party was quite lively and Hannibal continued to wait for an appropriate time for them to make way to their chambers for the night.

What he was not certain of, would be if they would simply be escorted to thei chambers by his father, and the remainder of house Tyrell. Or if they would have a bedding ceremony. His men would not be near his wife of a bedding was allowed, only men from Highgarden. Hannibal was likely to kill one of his men for touching what was his.

Olenna had made it clear to the Tyrell men and staff, as well as the Bolton men, that there would be no bedding ceremony. She would allow inspections to be made to the sheets once Margaery and Hannibal had consummated and summoned the servants to clean up the bed linens, just to ensure to all parties that Margaery was indeed a true maid. But that was all. She would not have people at the door listening in; such a perverted tradition, she thought.

Margaery had enjoyed the ceremony immensely. She'd hardly been able to keep herself from crying in joy. But she'd remained strong. As she danced with Hannibal she felt a firm tap on her shoulder. Margaery turned and smiled upon seeing her grandmother.

"Forgive me, child - I'd like to cut in," Olenna smiled, clad in her finest robin-egg-blue silks.

Margaery bowed her head and stepped back from Hannibal to allow her grandmother to take her place. Olenna did not press as close as Margaery had. But she kept close enough to whisper.

"Answer me honestly, boy: Do you mean to harm my precious granddaughter?" Olenna kept her voice down so only Hannibal would hear.

Hannibal was fine with skipping the bedding ceremony. He did not like the thought of other's seeing his wife bared. He was an intensely possessive man and Margaery had just become his most prized possession and equal.

He was leading her around the floor expertly. He kept her pressed against him so that she could feel that his well trapped cock was indeed beginning to harden. He was wearing very restrictive leather so that the game would not be given away, at least not to anyone other than Margaery.

He gave a bow when Lady Olenna cut in and led her around with respectful grace. He heard the low words and lowered his voice to match hers. "I may be a Bolton, but I was raised by the Stark's. She is my responsibility to protect. I will kill my own father and half brother if they threaten her." He said lowly.

"I should hope you mean it," Olenna replied. "I am not above committing murder and high treason to protect that girl. I arranged for one husband's poisoning, I will arrange another if I must."

The music began to slow and Olenna made sure to look him straight in the eyes. "I will do anything to protect my family. For Margaery, I will do more." She paused before continuing. "But, she trusts you. And I in turn trust her judgment. If she says you will protect her, I believe it. So see that you do."

As the music ended, Olenna stepped back and curtseyed for Hannibal before gesturing for Margaery to come back. Olenna grabbed a cup of wine from a page and made certain the new wedded couple each had one as well.

"Seven blessings for the new couple! A toast to their wedded bliss and future happiness!" Her words were echoed by all in attendance, and everyone drank to Olenna's toast.

Hannibal gave a nod of his head in understanding. "I will protect her until my dying breath." He swore to her with absolute honesty.

He bowed to her as the dance ended. He took Margaery's arm as they toasted their union. He had no fear of being poisoned.

After their toast Margaery's father announced the end of the party. Hannibal gave a low bow to Margaery before giving his arm to her and leading her out of the great hall. Once they got into the hallway he scooped her up to carry her to their consummation chambers. The bed was covered in pure white linens. Hannibal shut the door with his foot as he set her on her feet.

He gave her a deep kiss before turning her so that he could begin to slowly open her gown. His lips trailed up the side of her neck slowly to nibble on her ear. "I promise to be gentle." He said softly.

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