[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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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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Margaery eagerly drank to the toast, and as Hannibal led her out on his arm, Margaery leaned into him with more comfort and ease than ever before.

As he lifted her up, Margaery cried out in delight and threw her arms around him. She kissed along his jaw and nuzzled against his neck. She didn't resist him in the least as he brought her to their chambers. As he began to undo her gown, Margaery felt her body begin to tingle in anticipation. When he spoke, she looked over her shoulder and smiled playfully to him.

"Not for too long, I hope," she teased. Once she felt the back of her gown loosen, but not quite so much as to let it fall, she turned and faced him. Her fingers worked the various clasps and ties of his doublet to begin to undress him in turn.

She felt...different. Becoming a Bolton had made her feel stronger, bolder - as though she could do far more than she ever could before.

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Hannibal smirked at her answer. He tilted her chin up to look into her eyes. "Tonight I will be gentle...at first." He said with a teasing light in his eyes. Once he had claimed her maidenhead it would feel better for him to go harder.

He assisted her by baring his chest rathe quickly and stepping out of his boots. He would give her the honor of freeing his cock from the leather confines. He was already hard and eager for her. If she requested it of him, he would claim her maidenhead sooner than later.

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When he bared his chest Margaery pressed her still clothed body against his, letting him savor the feeling of silk warmed by her body between them. She could feel how hard he was even through the leather trousers he wore.

Her hand dove between them and she rubbed his cock through his trousers. She untied the leather and reached beneath it to squeeze his cock. Then it occurred to her that she had never done this before. She had never had a man inside her before. Suddenly she trembled, fearful of the pain she'd heard so many women talk about after their maidenhead had been claimed. She blushed, embarrassed for her fear.

Margaery tried not to let him see her fear as she leaned in and kissed along his jaw.

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Hannibal felt her eagerly reach for his cock. He stepped out of his trousers and small clothes to bare his strong, muscular form to her.

He reached around her and began to slowly push her silk gown down to pool around her feet. He drank in her beauty before pulling her in close to him and pressing their naked bodies together. "You are beautiful." He said softly before claiming her lips in a gentle kiss. He could be rough and fearless. However, he wanted to be gentle with her this first time to ensure he had her trust.

He once again picked her up and laid her on the bed. He shifted them so that she was on her back in the middle of the bed. He continued to kiss her as one hand worked over her breast. The other drifted down her body and between her legs. He had never entered her yet, not even with his fingers. He rubbed over the sensitive nun at the top of her folds as he dovecotes one of his fingers around her entrance. He would prepare her a bit and make sure she was wet and ready for him before claiming her properly. He wanted the pain she would feel to be as brief as possible.

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Margaery sighed softly as the silk fell from her slender body. She leaned against him and kissed him deeply. Her body arched against him. When he lifted her up into his arms and set her on the bed, Margaery sighed out loud as he settled over her.

Margaery arched her body into his, savoring the feeling of his weight over her. It felt so good, his heat was so much stronger than that of Highgarden. She loved it. As his fingers worked over her breasts, she sighed and arched her back to press her breasts more into his touch. "Oh yes..."

When she felt his fingers at her entrance, Margaery gasped softly. She felt a tremor roll through her bare body. Margaery slid one hand between them to brush over his hard length. Meanwhile her lips claimed his in a deep kiss.

She feared the pain, but she needed him.

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Hannibal felt how she gasped and moaned beneath him. He would be certain the pain was very brief. He slowly eased one finger within her and began to pump it in and out of her slowly. He added a second finger within her when he felt she was ready for it. He could feel her barrier, but he would break that with his cock. He would pump up to three fingers within her to stretch out her entrance for his cock. He knew the rest of her passage would be prepared for him once he had this tighter entrance prepared.

He continued the kiss and groping of her breast to build up her desire. He broke off the kiss to look deep into her eyes as he moved his fingers out of her and slid just the very top of his cock within her. His hands laced with hers. He rocked slowly so she could adjust to his girth. He let her enjoy that pleasure before giving a full thrust to break that barrier and fully claim her. He groaned lowly when he felt how tight she was. He began to thrust slow and deep within her to build her pleasure.

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Margaery whimpered as he slipped a finger inside her and brushed against her maidenhead. It hurt, briefly, each time his finger slipped inside and brushed against the barrier. But having his finger probe within her sent sparks rushing through her body.

When he added a second finger, then a third, Margaery cried out and whimpered softly in a combination of pain and pleasure. But the movements of his fingers made her wet and wanting for him. Her fingers laced with his as he lay atop her and readied her. Having his cock inside her had her moaning out loud for him. Then he slid inside, and Margaery turned her head back, clamping her eyes shut and crying out in pain as her maidenhead was broken. She felt warm, sticky wetness flood from her core.

But soon enough, the pain melted into pleasure. Margaery recovered with heavy breath and looked up to Hannibal's eyes as he drove into her. Deep and hard; she felt his cock stretch her out and made her moan. Margaery leaned up and kissed him hard, wrapping her arms around him to hold him close. "More...please, more..." she begged against his lips.

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Hannibal saw that look from her and continued to thrust deep within her. He felt his cock throbbing deep within her. It would not be much linnet before he spilled his seed within her. He kissed her deep before pulling back a bit to look deep into her eyes. There was love in his eyes as he continued to thrust into her. He sped up his pace before speaking her name softly, "Margaery." He rumbled before slamming deep within her as his seed shot from his cock and deep within her core.

He stayed buried to the hilt within her as her tight core milked his cock of his seed. His cock remained hard deep within her. He was watching her face to see if she had reached her peak as well during that.

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Hannibal had brought her to orgasm with his mouth before. But this was entirely different. Margaery cried out as he drove into to her, the pain soon ebbed and melted - forgotten as he made love to her. Margaery arched her back as the tension in her core built from the force of his thrusts. She moaned his name over and over again. "Hannibal...gods, Hannibal!"

Margaery didn't know what was happening. Suddenly she felt warmth flood her core. His warmth. Then it seemed like a trigger effect. Suddenly her own core was quaking and trembling until suddenly it burst over her. Margaery's eyes went wide and she cried out, her body bucking against his as she cried out for him.

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Hannibal was proud to feel her orgasm as well. He rested his weight atop her for a moment. He then kissed her deeply as he adjusted her so that he could adjust them.

Keeping his cock fully within her. He shifted so that she was now stop him with her straddling his waist. He rolled his hips to stir his cock within her. "As my wife I see you as my equal. Are you prepared to ride your northern steed?" He rumbled lowly.