randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Hannibal gently brought his hands onto both sides of her face. He turned her to look up and into his eyes. He shook his head slowly. "This is NOT your fault." He said as he made certain his eyes were locked with hers.

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.

Margaery managed a sad little smile when Hannibal told her it wasn't her fault that Ramsay had killed Loras. She pressed her forehead against his, needing comfort.

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.

Hannibal nodded slowly and kept her close. He only let her go when she went to clean herself up. He looked into her eyes deeply. "What he won't expect is for me to appear calm and you to be angry. It is time for us to rattle his cage a bit." He said before offering her his arm as they went down to the main hall for dinner.

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.

Margaery nodded when he spoke and tried to focus on all of her anger. That way Ramsay wouldn't see how much he'd hurt her. She went down to the dining hall with him and took the seat beside him on Roose's right side.

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.

Hannibal sat next to his wife and was on guard for when his brother entered. He had a knife ready to throw at Ramsay tucked away where his brother could not see it. His face was a calm mask as he regarded his brother, but did not speak. Hannibal had been practicing in secret with his men. He could catch a crossbow bolt with his bare hand. He was prepared to save his wife should his brother fire at her.

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.

Margaery kept her dark eyes focused on Ramsay as he moved around the room. Ramsay smiled when Roose gave that order and looked with wide blue eyes around the room.

"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.

Hannibal had a hand on her chair to knock it over if necessary and keep her safe. Ramsay was a bit close for comfort to stop the arrow. He slowly stood and moved between his wife and his brother. "You have no feelings." He said simply.

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.

Ramsay kept his eyes focused on his brother, but aimed the crossbow at his father. "You think so, father? I still beg to differ."

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.

Hannibal's eyes were locked onto Ramsay's. He showed no emotion and gave no indication of what he would do. He was trying to figure out if Ramsay had a plan that involved his whore taking a shot at him while Ramsay dispatched their father. Hannibal did not hear any movement other than those within five feet of him. He could hear an arrow coming from across the room. He would act on his brother and leave his guards to keep his wife safe until his brother was properly arrested.

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.

Ramsay hardly let the sentence leave Roose's mouth before he pulled the trigger on the crossbow and fired the bolt so that it hit Roose Bolton straight in the chest. It hardly pierced his heart, but he hit the target dead center and Roose Bolton would be dead in the next minute.

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.

Hannibal saw the motion and the guards were on high alert. Hannibal threw his knife so that it buried itself into Ramsay's right shoulder. He grabbed a second knife and took out the left shoulder as well. He moved with his full speed and strength to vault over the table and gave Ramsay a severe uppercut that knocked him out.

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.

Ramsay grunted, but wouldn't give his brother the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. His blood spattered on the floor and he tried to pull the knives from his shoulders to try and throw them at his brother. But the guards were upon him before he had the chance. Then they dragged him off to obey Hannibal.

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.

Hannibal kissed her forehead as he held her close. He spoke lowly into her ear. "I love you too much to mean that Margaery. I am going to very slowly torture and kill my brother and his whore. Do you wish to stay and watch that?" He asked softly.

Margaery nuzzled against his neck as he held her and kissed her forehead. She thought for a moment, then looked up to him, all the fury of the North in her eyes.

"I want to stay. I want to help," she growled. She would take vengeance for house Tyrell for what Ramsay had done.

Hannibal saw that fire and felt a moment of deep arousal pass over him at the sight. He gave a nod to her before taking the new seat placed where his father had been just a few moments earlier. Ramsay was set across from both himself and Margaery.

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.

Ramsay, of course resisted. He grunted as the guards forced the meat down his throat. He nearly gagged and spat up a few pieces, choking and coughing.

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."

Hannibal tilted his head at his brother slightly. "That was your final goal in life?" He said before waving the servants off for now. "I am wounded brother that you did not enjoy your hounds. They certainly enjoyed their last meal." He said as he waited to see if his brother would react to that.

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.

Ramsay's eyes widened as he realized what he ate. He gagged again and heaved as though he were about to throw up. Margaery swirled the wine in her cup as Myranda the kennel master's daughter was brought in. She smirked and stepped up.

"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."

Hannibal knew he had struck a chord with his brother and was going to play into this weakness. He noted his wife shifting and there was a look of pride in his eyes. "Would you like the honors my dear? I can demonstrate if you like and you can do the second one." He said.

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.

Margaery smiled wickedly and nodded before stepping up to Hannibal. Her fingers ran along the hilt of the blade and along Hannibal's fingers as she moved to stand beside him. "I would indeed. Teach me the Bolton ways, my love."

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."

Hannibal gave her a nod as he picked up not a sharp blade, but what looked like a spoon. He led Margaery over to the naked whore and his guards forced her into a half kneeling position and forced her head back.

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.

At first Margaery's impulse was to turn away from the grotesque scene. But she forced herself to watch and pay close attention. Ramsay struggled against the guards, but ultimately realized the futility and turned his head away. Slowly he raised his head and glared at the pair.

"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.

Hannibal found himself impressed that she was doing so well. He nodded when the eyeball popped out perfectly. "Well done My Lady." He complemented her before a servant brought out a chair for her to sit upon closer to the torture.

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.

Margaery again took her wine when she completed her task and then sat down to watch as Hannibal tormented his brother. She found herself squirming a little in discomfort when Hannibal put the knife between the whore's legs. Ramsay kept an intense gaze. He managed to hide his squirming by glancing to Margaery and back to Hannibal.

"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."

Hannibal knew that his wife would be fine. He would be certain that she learned how to hide any discomfort about which part of the body was being mutilated. He tsked softly as he looked to the whore. "You simply thought he enjoyed your pussy. It seems he is quite fond of these small breasts of yours." He said.

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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