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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She looked up to him and pressed her forehead to his. "Will you fill me again? ...and again...and again?"
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She kissed him softly again before leaning into him and cuddling in close.
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Margaery smiled as she approached, anxious for her brother's response. "Well then, Maester? What news from Highgarden?"
The Maester unrolled the scroll and read the message aloud to the Lord and lady. "Dearest sister and new brother, we are deeply disturbed to hear the news of Loras' death, but are consoled somewhat by the capture of the bastard Ramsay Snow. We would be obliged to have you bring him alive to Highgarden to be punished by the Tyrell clan he has so offended. We will make preparations immediately to receive you. Margaery - the black box you sent for has arrived, we will keep it safe in Highgarden until your arrival. Sincerely, Willas Tyrell, interim lord of Highgarden."
The last news made Margaery grin and clap her hands happily. "Wonderful! Two pieces of good news in one morning!" She kissed Hannibal's cheek. "We should make haste to Highgarden, darling."
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His captain answered, "Two days at a full gallop my lord. Three for a moderate pace."
Hannibal turned to regard his bloodied brother. "Send four riders now. One is to find a place for us to sleep for each of our journeying days in a place where we can store our prisoner. How soon can we have horses ready for the journey?"
The captain answered that three hours was all that was required.
Hannibal turned to his wife. "We can return with a carriage, would this amount of haste please you my Lady?" He asked. He would let her ride with him upon his horse if she grew weary of riding by herself.
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She looked to Ramsay and seized his jaw in a tight grip. "You think the Tyrell's are incapable of cruelty? I promise you, my brother has vengeance in his heart unlike any you've ever seen. He will kill you, and it will not be quick or merciful."
Ramsay spat in her face, and earned a sharp backhand from his sister-in-law.
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He then regarded his brother slowly. "You don't look a proper Bolton brother...perhaps that will change after you have been drug down to Highgarden. Fit him with a nice harness of our largest, roughest rope. We don't want him breaking his neck after all." He said.
Ramsay was pulled behind Hannibal's horse. Galloping across the lands and with Ramsay naked, there were many cuts and pieces of his flesh missing. Hannibal's wolves would nip at him along the way, but never actaully bit him.
The last stop before the reached High Garden. Hannibal shaved his brother and trimmed his hair. He then flayed what remained of his body in strips along his entire length. Ramsay was still very much alive, but hardly anything remained of what he was originally.
Once they finally arrived at High Garden, there was very little of Ramsay's skin left on his body. He was coughing up blood at the bottom of the steps of the castle where Hannibal had stopped his horse. Many of his teeth had been broken from a variety of rocks he had encountered along the journey. He also had broken rips and his feet were completely mangled.
Hannibal looked up at the welcoming party. "I have brought the traitorous prisoner you have requested." He said. They had sent a raven ahead of them to inform High Garden of their prompt arrival, and how Roose Bolton had been killed during Ramsay's arrest.
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Once they arrived at Highgarden Willas and Olenna were at the entrance waiting. Willas wore armored that he hadn't donned in decades, but still seemed to suit him perfectly. For a moment, Margaery forgot that he was a cripple. Olenna stood beside him dressed all in black instead of her usual pastels. Margaery hated it. She looked so sad.
Willas hobbled forward to investigate the victim who had been brought before him. He tilted a brow and looked up to Hannibal. "Looks as though he's already endured a great deal."
Margaery dismounted and let one of the men take her horse. She approached slowly, though it was her grandmother who had approached her first, kissing her cheek and holding her arm. Willas tipped his head to his sister before smirking down to Ramsay. "But if you think your suffering has ended, you're mistaken. Bring him."
He gestured for his men to cut Ramsay loose and drag him to the courtyard. Margaery and Olenna followed. Willas seized Ramsay by what remained of his scalp and threw him into a great black cauldron in the center of the courtyard. He gave a low whistle.
Two men brought forth a great black box, and Margaery smiled. Willas looked to her. "Which will be first, sister? The execution? Or the gift?"
Margaery looked to Hannibal and gestured to the box. "For you, my love. A wedding present from your bride. I apologize for its tardy arrival."
When Hannibal opened the box, he would find nestled amidst red and black and green and gold silks a great egg, a glistening red with streaks of gold running over it. "Dragon eggs are hard to come by," Margaery would add, after he opened the lid. It was petrified, she'd been told, but she thought it a good gift all the same.
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He looked at the ornate box and gave her the smallest of smiles. He opened it and pulled her close slowly by her chin to kiss her tenderly. "It is most exquisite My Lady. I will need to think of a way to thank you properly." He said as his eyes danced. He had heard of petrified eggs. However, he had also heard rumors that they could indeed hatch.
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She looked to her brother, who looked to his own captain and gave a nod. The captain left the courtyard with four other men in tow. Margaery looked to Hannibal and smiled mischievously.
"So perhaps, with the right application of flame, you may awaken your own beast," she pointed out.
Just then, out stepped the captain and his men, carrying a large barrel, slowly, carefully. When they came to the cauldron they poured the contents of the barrel over Ramsay - a green, almost glowing liquid. Wildfire.
Willas was given a torch, which he held far from the cauldron so as not to ignite it prematurely. He gave a look to Hannibal, then to Margaery and Olenna. "Let this serve as a message to those who cross house Tyrell: we have grown strong, and even the fairest roses may yet have poison in their thorns. Such a crime and insult to our clan will not go unpunished. Nor shall kinslaying in any form."
With that, he dropped the torch into the cauldron and stepped back quickly as the green fire burst, burning Ramsay alive straight down to his bones. He didn't last long, but for those moments, it was the greatest agony he had ever felt.
Margaery watched and looked from Hannibal to the egg as the wildfire continued to burn.
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He saw Margaery looking from him to the flames. He looked to her for a moment. "Was it natural flames she used?" He asked her lowly.
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Margaery focused on the crumbling ashes of Ramsay's body. "I think it was her powerful emotions that stoked that fire and woke her dragons. Not the natural fire itself. Else the dragons would have been awoken in the Shadowlands if they happened to be caught up in a blaze."
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The cart and box caught fire and were destroyed in an instant. However, the egg seemed to absorb the wildfire and glowed a brighter red. Hannibal watched with great interest as the egg seemed to grow brighter and brighter.
The wildfire had slowly died down within the cauldron with nothing else to consume. Hannibal still kept his distance. He thought he saw the egg moving.
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She looked carefully as the egg glowed. Margaery definitely saw the egg move and begin to rattle. "As I thought...what better flame to wake a sleeping dragon than the flame created for Aerys Targaryen himself?" She whispered.
Soon enough the shell pieces began to break away. Margaery swore she heard a low, almost croaking sound.
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He spoke to it in Valeryn. "Welcome my son. I will feed and protect you until you grow large to protect me." He said as he pet over the top of its head.
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