[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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[notavegetarian]

Hannibal gave his wife the briefest of smirks as he too reached for some of the fine meat presented at the table. He noted that Mace Tyrell seemed a bit annoyed at his comments and was curious if the man had enough spine to speak his mind or not.

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Margaery had a hand beneath the table rested against Hannibal's thigh. She gave his leg a soft squeeze and drummed her fingers along his inner thigh towards his cock.

Mace did look flustered, but he kept his focus on his plate. Olenna looked to Mace with a sour expression. "Well if you've something to say, oaf, say it."

Mace cast a scathing glare to Hannibal and pouted his lip a bit. Margaery did nothing but drink her tea.

"You've a lot of nerve insulting southern men when it was the efforts of a southern man who brought you your wife," Mace snapped.

Margaery and Olenna exchanged looks. If the shoe fits, was the message of the silent expression they exchanged.

"Who precisely are you to say that you're so good at bedding women as to preach the craft to men of the south?" Mace continued, emboldened by his own words. "Have you bedded so many women that I should be concerned for my daughter's health?"

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Hannibal shifted his leg to allow her better access. He was curious of exactly how bold she would be sitting across from her father and grandmother. His cock was already rock hard and straining at it's leather confines.

He took a calm sip of his tea and did not show any reaction to what Margaery was doing. Although, if she was not careful her sharp Grandmother would likely figure out what she was up to.

Hannibal gave a slight bow to Mace after the first comment. "Indeed it was, and for that I am very grateful." He said.

Hannibal listened calmly and slowly set his cup of tea down. He had half a pomegranate sitting on his plate. He picked it up to scoop a few seeds from the fruit with his tongue as Mace finished his half hearted accusations. His dark eyes slowly turned to look Lord Tyrell directly in the eyes. "Men of the North do not throw their seed to the wind to create multiple Bastards. I am from a strong house and have never placed myself in a position to risk having a bastard, nor will I ever. My Lady has nothing to fear on that account." He said to end that debate.

A slow, condescending smile crossed his face before he continued. "Three mattresses would suggest I am quite skilled. Although, I am quite certain you heard when those were ruined last night." He said, referring to how loud Margaery was for many of her powerful orgasms.

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Margaery saw how calm Hannibal was, but knew something was coming. She kept her hand on his thigh but made no movements except to give it a soft little squeeze, hoping to distract him with arousal and calm him down a bit as well. When he spoke to her father so frankly, Margaery felt her face grow hot and flushed.

But, with all the poise her grandmother had taught her, Margaery took a sip from her tea, and waited right as her father's face turned red in anger before speaking to cut him off.

"Four," she corrected Hannibal softly. "Four mattresses, darling."

All the color drained out of Mace's face, and Olenna simply chuckled before taking another slow sip of her own tea.

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Hannibal felt the squeeze to his thigh and figured out that it was meant as a calming technique. He was not angry at all, he was very amused in fact.

He watched her blush and stored that for when they were in private. He was enjoying the verbal spar with Mace; however, he turned to look at Margaery when she spoke. He gave her a wink that only she could see. "You are correct my dear. It was four." He said, but nothing more to end the discussion.

Roose looked bored of the entire conversation before turning to his son's new bride. "I have received ravens from Winterfell informing me of a storm that has just recently passed through and that another storm seems to be building. We should begin moving back north soon. Any longer than three days risks us getting caught in a storm outside of Winterfell." He said.

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Mace wasn't about to leave it at that, this was the first time in a great while he'd stood his ground, and he wasn't about to give up so easily. "Taking measures like moon tea to avoid fathering bastards has nothing to do with incurring some horrid manner of disease that you might pass on to my Margaery!"

"Oh gods save you, Mace," Olenna snapped. "Do you really think I'd let my granddaughter marry a Bolton of all people if he was diseased? Besides, if you're so concerned about it, you might have voiced it before you agreed to arrange their marriage."

Margaery smiled to her grandmother before taking a bite of a sweet cake and sliding her fingers along the inseam of Hannibal's pants up just beneath his balls. She rubbed her fingers there for just a moment to tease him playfully before getting a slight glare from her grandmother. When Roose addressed her, Margaery turned her full attention to her father-in-law and nodded slowly.

"I'll defer to you, my lord," Margaery replied. "You know the storms of the North far better than I. If it is better we leave sooner than later, then it shall be as you say."

Olenna did not seem happy about that, but she sipped her tea all the same. "I'll not have you keep my Margaery all for yourselves up in the North - bring her back to me from time to time."

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Hannibal said nothing more on the matter. He would let the strong Queen of Thorns silence her son once again. He listened to both his father and lady Olenna as they spoke. He nodded in agreement as she looked at him. "This is the season of Winter storms My Lady. It is difficult for even ravens to move. However, once the storm season has passed I assure you that I will send a raven to let you know of our plans to travel." He promised her.

He took a sip of his own tea before adding. "If our visits from the North are not common enough, you are always welcome to come and visit us in the North." He offered.

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This seemed to pacify Olenna. She nodded in agreement and sipped her tea. Margaery leaned in against Hannibal and smiled up at him. Her hand remained at his thigh and she let her small finger run slowly along the underside of his balls through his leather trousers.

She found that she very much enjoyed teasing him. Margaery wanted to see how far he'd go and allow her to push him. Gently she squeezed along his thigh.

"In the meantime, we can still enjoy what time we have left here, can we not?" she smiled. "You can't get fire plums like this in the North." Margaery took a fire plum from a plate and took a bite, sighing softly at the sweet, warm flesh of the fruit. "Have you ever had one, my love?" She held the plum up for Hannibal to take a bite.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal would allow her to go as far as she could without being caught. It was very bold of her to be making such moves in front of her family. His own father seemed satisfied and had finished eating. He stood and went to begin preparing the Bolton men to return to the North.

Hannibal watched her eat the fruit with curiosity. He took a bite of the offered fruit. "It is indeed quite good. Perhaps we can take some with us for the journey. I fear we cannot take too many though, they might not do well in the pantries of Winterfell." He said.

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Some of the juice from the fire plum dripped along her fingers and palm. Margaery licked along her hand to clean the juice. Olenna just smirked and continued eating her cheese and fruits.

"Indeed, we shall have to limit how many we take - they don't keep very well. I fear we shall only have them for the journey home," Margaery smiled. She then looked to her grandmother. "Will you excuse us, grandmother? If we're only to be here a short time, I wish to show my husband my ancestral home."

Olenna nodded her consent and dismissed them. Margaery smiled and stood up. "That is, if you are finished with breakfast, husband?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal was watching, but he did not give away their little game from his facial expressions. He did not move when she stood and reached to take a slow sip of his tea to finish it after she asked her question. He kept his tea cup in his hand as he paused a long moment before answering her. "Are you certain you are finished with breakfast? I thought you would have been famished this morning." He said as a slight tease. He was more than ready to leave and feel her tight heat around his cock.

However, he was not going to play into her game so quickly either. He was gambling that he had more patience than his wife. He slowly sat down his tea cup to look up at her. "If you are quite satisfied. Then we can begin this tour you mentioned last night." He said.

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Margaery chuckled and dragged her fingers along his back. "I thought we might stop by the kitchens and take a picnic lunch with us. Surely we will work up an appetite throughout the course of the day." Margaery looked off nonchalantly and gave a little roll of her shoulders. "Unless of course you think you can't handle such a task. If you'd rather relax, I understand."

There was still more to this game. Just because they were leaving the table didn't mean that their game was over. Far from it.

"I've found the meal satisfying enough. But if you need more time, we can wait," Margaery teased, smirking down at him.

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Hannibal connected the dots on the game she was playing now. He gave a brief nod to her, but was looking more at Mace. "We should pack a hearty lunch. The grounds look quite luscious. I fear we may grow tired as we explore all of the different curves in the gardens." He said as he slowly stood.

He turned to Margaery and offered her his arm. He led her out into the hall before nodding for her to lead the way.

Olenna chuckled again before looking at her pathetic son. "You will be a grandfather in seven months at the rate those two are going."

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Margaery blushed as Hannibal spoke that way in front of her father. She took his arm and started to lead the way towards the kitchens. Margaery looked up to him with slight scolding in her eyes.

"You went a bit far with that, didn't you?" She leaned into him and kissed his jaw. "My poor father. You're so cruel to him, lover."

She stopped by the kitchens with Hannibal and had the staff assemble a picnic lunch for them. She then, of course, handed the basket to Hannibal and led him out to the gardens and orchards.

"I used to come out here when I was a girl and wanted some alone time, away from my brothers," Margaery looked up and smiled at the luscious fruits ripening in the trees.

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Hannibal gave her a slight chuckle. "Your father will recover just fine." He promised her.

He waited patiently as the servants prepared their lunch. He took the basket without complaint and carried it easily. He kept their arms looped together as they wandered the gardens. He saw her looking up into the trees. "Would you like for me to pick you some fruit?"

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Margaery smiled and leaned into him a bit. "No need, my lover, we have plenty in our basket. We may yet find a thicket of berries though to sit within and partake of the sweet fruit."

Margaery gained a wicked smirk and looked up to him. "That is, if you don't gorge yourself on my sweet juices first."

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Hannibal was giving a courteous nod at first until he heard that last part. He turned to look at her when a smirk slowly crossed his face. He pulled her close to speak lowly into her ear. "Will you be able to restrain yourself so that you are not heard?" He teased with a low rumble.

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Margaery giggled as he pulled her in. She tipped her head to him and gave a sly smile. "You wish me to be quiet? I believe last night your order was to do the opposite. I do wish you'd make up your mind, lover."

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Hannibal smirked as he kissed her deeply. He then nibbled on her ear before continuing to speak lowly. "You can be loud if you wish. However, it might bring your grandmother down upon us." He said lowly.

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Margaery kissed him back before slipping free of his grip. She stepped in front of him and walked backwards as she continued to tease him.

"Well, her wrath shall crash down upon you, not I," she laughed. "After your explanation of your vigorous talents over breakfast, how ever is a southern lady like me to resist crying out my pleasure to the gods?"

Margaery gave him a playful smirk before turning her back to him and striding ahead to put distance between them. Daring him to catch her.

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Hannibal smirked as he watched her move away from him. His eyes darkened with desire as he strode after her. He would not run after her, but his long strides would allow him to catch up to her. He would speak lowly into her ear again. "Careful you do not awaken my hunting instinct." He growled lowly into her ear.

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Margaery smirked and again turned to walk vackwards. "And why not? I'm curious how you would hunt your prey in her native habitat."

As if to show how well she knew the territory, right as she finished speaking, Margaery ducked into a maze of grape vineyards. She knew the way by heart, and easily dipped out of sight within a matter of seconds. Margaery laughed playfully as she moved deeper into the vineyards to hide from Hannibal.

"Here's your challenge, my love! Catch me, if you can!" Margaery kicked off her shoes so as avoid leaving holes in the ground from the elevated heels and have a trail lead to her.

She could hide for days here and never ve discovered, if she so desired.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he strode after her. He saw where she was heading and chuckled at how clever she was to pick a natural maze. He left the basket by her shoes. He then stopped to listen for her and sniffed the air. He could smell her perfume and he stalked silently after her. He would not answer her as he stalked after her.

She might think she had the advantage. However, her scent would give her away to him. He had found her path and made an educated guess as to where she was going. He was lying in wait for her to come by. He expected her to be looking behind her rather than in front of her. He would step out and wrap his arms around her firmly when she was within reach. He kissed her deeply. "I have found you." He rumbled lowly.

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Margaery did indeed get cocky. She thought herself too well-hidden even for her lover. Slowly she moved through the vineyards and amused herself by plucking grapes from the vines and popping them in her mouth. Margaery glanced over her shoulder and listened carefully, but didn't hear Hannibal behind her.

Thinking herself victorious, she moved forward, straight into his grasp. Margaery cried out in surprise, but was soon laughing even as he kissed her. She tipped her her head and deepened the kiss before she pressed more into him.

"Mmmm...so you have, well done my love," she plucked another couple of grapes, popping one into her mouth and offering him the second.

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Hannibal smirked when she laughed. He ate the grape she offered before picking her up and carrying her into the small alcove he had found. He found a sturdy tree and lifted her high enough so that her legs went over his shoulders. He smirked up to her as he found the edge of her skirts. "Now to claim my prize. You will keep a lookout won't you my dear?" He teased her.

He slipped his head beneath her skirts and kissed his way forward before using his sharp teeth to get past any final fabric barrier. He then licked over her folds before dipping his tongue within her as if he were scooping out pomegranate seeds. He slurped and suckled on her folds as he continued this action.