Margaery Tyrell (
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randomosity2016-06-12 09:41 pm
[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire
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.
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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This was his brother's game. To have her feel guilty.
The Maester quickly bowed his head and scurried off to send the ravens. Six were sent out and two were shot down just beyond the castle walls. Hannibal's men killed the ones that shot at the ravens.
His captain returned a few moments later to report that Roose Bolton was in good health and that his orders had been carried out. He also said that Lord Bolton had said that dinner was ready and had summoned the pair of them to dinner. Hannibal nodded, "Once we are inside, seal off the main hall once that bastard takes his seat. I will have him arrested during the meal, watch for my signal." He said.
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When the captain delivered Roose's summons, Margaery whimpered and buried her face into his neck. She didn't want to go. She didn't want to see Ramsay and his demon eyes ever again.
But she knew she had to. She stood up slowly and found a mirror to clean herself up. Then she looked to Hannibal and sighed. "I'm ready," as she ever would be to go to dinner.
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Hannibal had his captain and three other loyal men around them as they moved. Hannibal's face became stone as they walked and he stowed the fires in his eyes. He would not give his brother that satisfaction. Margaery being angry and not having tears filling her eyes would also not be playing into his game. Hannibal wanted his brother to make another foolish move as the noose would tighten around him slowly.
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It took a few minutes but soon they heard whistling. Ramsay strolled into the dining hall with loaded crossbow in hand. He smiled as he entered as he looked around.
"Hello all - so many guards this evening, what's all the fuss about?" Ramsay smiled as he waved the crossbow about, searching for some invisible enemy.
Margaery glared at him but did not address him.
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Roose took his seat last and seemed to ignore the tension in the room. He took a sip of his wine before turning to look at Ramsay with dissappointment written across his features. "You have embarrassed me for the last time. You insist upon acting like a rabid dog and now I will have to cast you out North of the wall. You will leave Winterfell with me as soon as supper is over." He said cooly. He did not seem the least bit worried about that loaded crossbow.
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"You think so? Oh no, father, this is far enough north for my liking, I don't intend on going anywhere," Ramsay replied. "I've been nothing but a considerate, hospitable brother, and in return I've been ridiculed and met with ingratitude."
He pouted his lower lip as he came across the table from Margaery. "And that's just a shame. My feelings have been hurt indeed."
"Your conception was a shame," Margaery snapped. Then she looked to Roose. "No offense intended to your lordship."
"Ah, but offense was intended for me, is that right?" Ramsay's eyes were wide and wild with anger as he looked upon Margaery.
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Roose continued to give Ramsay cool looks. He waved Margaery off from her comment. "Sit down and stop making a fool of yourself. You are going further North if I have to drag you in chains." He said with a slight edge to his voice.
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Margaery kept her gaze dark. Deep down she didn't want to believe that Ramsay would do such a terrible thing to his father. Surely even Ramsay Snow wasn't so insane as to commit kinslaying.
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Hannibal stood relaxed as he waited for his brother to act. It would be a quick chain reaction. Hannibal knew that his brother would indeed kill their father and not feel the least bit sad about it.
Roose gave his son a dark look, but reached to take a sip of his wine as he ignored the crossbow. "What good would it do you to kill me? I would wager that me sending you over the wall is far more lenient than what your brother has planned for you. Now, put the crossbow down and sit." He said as if speaking to a dog.
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Margaery cried out and knocked her chair over to rush to Roose's side. She gripped his hand tight and tears of fear and pity rolled down her face. Ramsay hadn't expected that, and he frowned with jealousy in his eyes. Quickly he loaded another bolt and aimed it at his brother.
"So then, I suppose that makes you the Master of the castle...for now," Ramsay sneered.
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The guards came forward. "Orders Lord Bolton?"
Hannibal took a moment to catch his breath. Strip him to his small clothes and tie him down in a chair. His sentence begins now. Any guards that attempt to stop these precedings are to be executed immediately. Bring out his special supper." Hannibal said as the guards moved to obey his orders.
Hannibal moved to his wife's side and slowly pulled her back from his father's dead body. "Do you wish to stay?" He asked her lowly as he wrapped his arms around her to hold her close. "Shhhh, it's over now. His suffering will now begin for what he has done. So you wish to stay?" He asked her a second time.
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It took some doing for Hannibal to pull Margaery from Roose's body. She was crying and upset, almost as much as when she had cried for Loras. It was too much for her. Thus man had fathered her husband and he'd been kind to her. But Hannibal pulled her away and she looked up to him.
"Where would I go?" She whispered, unsure what he truly meant.
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"I want to stay. I want to help," she growled. She would take vengeance for house Tyrell for what Ramsay had done.
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Hannibal waved servants forward with the raw hearts of his hounds on a plate and offered a bite to the bound man. "A gift for you brother. A delicious cuisine that is quite rare." He said. The servants would force a few bites down Ramsay's throat if he resisted.
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Margaery took her wine and sniffed it for poison before drinking it. She watched as Ramsay was forced to eat the meal. He glared up at her, blood smeared on his mouth. "You think this hurts me, brother?" He laughed. "Seeing that anguish on your rose's face, it's well worth it."
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He signaled for his guards to bring the whore in. "Perhaps you crave something sweeter brother?" He asked as his Captain laid out a series of knives and various instruments of torture in front of him.
Hannibal stood slowly and touched over each blade slowly as the whore was drug into the room naked. Hannibal ignored her as he turned to look at his brother. "Perhaps we should make a game of it. You are so very fond of games brother." He said with a light of triumph in his eyes.
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"First things, my love," Margaery brushed her hand over Hannibal's and guided it to a small, very sharp knife. "She offended me with her glares when I first arrived. I would have her eyes taken from her."
Ramsay tensed when he saw Myranda. But his mouth formed a perfect line and he scoffed. "As if I care for the safety of some woman. Such a waste of your time, brother."
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The whore was being held in place just in front of his brother. She had yet to receive any marks or bruises upon her body. Both of which were about to change very quickly.
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Ramsay scoffed and soon began to laugh. "Dear lady, if I had known the Bolton way pleased you so, I would have let you assist me in flaying your brother. Hannibal, you chose your bride wisely. She's adjusting to the true Bolton Lifestyle easily. I daresay it arouses her."
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Hannibal turned to his wife, "Now, most people will close their eyes tightly to try and save their eyes. Fortunately, the eyelid is very easy to hold back. Now, the eye is similar to a tomato, a spoon is far better to fish it out." He opened the whore's left eye and set the small metal spoon so that is was against the corner of her eye next to her nose. "Now, push in with a nice, steady pressure and then carefully slide the spoon around the entire eye. You might have to push in a bit more around the back the eye once you have made your circle and it should pop right out." He said before doing what he said slowly.
The whore's left eye did indeed pop out perfectly. Hannibal then handed the spoon to his wife for her to take the right eye. His brother's comment was made as a distraction so that they would focus on him and not torturing his little whore first.
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"You will pay for that..." he growled.
Margaery ignored him and took the spoon from Hannibal. She pressed it to Myranda's remaining eye and plucked it out as Hannibal had done. "Like that?" She looked to Hannibal for approval.
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Hannibal turned to look at his brother with a tilt of his head. "I thought you did not care about this whore. Have I wounded you already brother?" He asked as a servant took the spoon and handed Hannibal a slim bladed knife. "Tell me brother, what parts of this whore did you enjoy so much? I see nothing extravagant upon her plain body." He said. He moved the flat of the blade across her collarbone slowly before tapping at one of her breasts. "Was it her breasts? They seem a bit small to me...however, I suppose they are enough to cover your cock...perhaps a bit big for that in fact." He taunted.
Hannibal's blade moved down to tap over her stomach slowly and down to her pussy. "Perhaps you enjoyed this brother..." He said. He would watch for Ramsay to squirm. Whatever he squirmed about more was what Hannibal would remove.
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"It matters not to me. Kill her, I'll find another," He inclined his head towards Margaery. "You ought to tend your wife, brother. She's the one who seems uncomfortable with your knife's location."
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He slid the blade around her left breast and began to slowly flay both of her breasts. He tossed the skin to the side and had his guards drag her closer to Ramsay. "Perhaps this meat will be sweet enough for you to enjoy Brother." He said before slicing off some of the now exposed meat and forcing Ramsay to eat it.
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