randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Hannibal chuckled at her words. "Once we arrive we will have about a day to ourselves before we will have our first visitors. It would be good if you could sway the Lady who arrives tomorrow to support us in our endeavors. " He said.

At the last part of her statement he gave her a smirk as he leaned in to speak lowly into her ear. "It would take us a month to christen every room. I suspect you will miss a bleeding before then." He said.

Margaery smirked at his latter point and whispered back. "Are you up to that challenge, my lover?" She teased.

She titled a brow when he mentioned their visitors. No one had visited in Winterfell, so Margaery was curious who it could be. "Oh? What makes you think I have any sway over such a lady? Who might it be?"

Hannibal smirked to her. "I am indeed ready for that challenge my dear. I wonder if you are." He sat back up in his saddle and gave her a look that suggested he was quite thrilled with himself. "You have met her before. Although the circumstances were quite different then. Rumor was she was the only friend you had on your prior stay in King's Landing." He said as a hint.

He had intentions of using his wife to sway the young Stark into being allies.

Margaery thought for a moment, and when it dawned on her the answer she nearly stuck her whole head out the window. But she held back and managed to only grasp the ledge and stare up at him with wide eyes.

"Sansa? Sansa Stark?" Her voice was hushed to keep from drawing unwanted attention. "Coming to the Dreadfort?"

To take back Winterfell? Oh...Margaery was now terribly embarrassed that she'd made love with her husband on Sansa's father's bed. The thought of that made her sit back and blush.

"Is she well? What have you heard? Keeping secrets from me, how cruel!" She smiled up at Hannibal. "Tell me."

The blush was very amusing to Hannibal. "Here I thought I did not have a blushing bride." He teased.

Hannibal chuckled at her quick response. He nodded to his captain who took the reigns of his horse. Hannibal smoothly slid to the side of the carriage and slipped within it without pulling to a stop. He shut the window as he looked at her with a smile. "She is as well as she can be. Littlefinger smuggled her out of King's Landing. He had two different plans concerning her. One was to marry her off to my brother. The other was to marry her himself and to use her as his way onto the iron throne. Neither is a good option for Sansa. Do you believe she has any desire to live anywhere other than Winterfell on her own terms?" He asked his wife.

He had kept it a secret until he felt she was absolutely trustworthy.

Margaery glared playfully at him when he teased her. But as he jumped from his horse and settled into the carriage beside her, she couldn't help but regard her husband in wonder. He was so agile despite his muscular frame; Loras had been skilled in the arena because he was lean and agile, while men like the Mountain were renowned for their brute strength.

Hannibal seemed to be the best of both.

Margaery leaned into him as he sat beside her. The mention of Littlefinger made her tense though, and she looked to Hannibal with worry in her eyes. She shook her head in answer.

"No. Starks belong in Winterfell." Not Boltons. Not Tyrells and certainly not Lannisters.

Hannibal put his arm around her shoulders to hold her close. "That is my sentiment as well. I would offer to Sansa her ancestral home in return to promising troops should I need them and also promising to name her Warden of the North once our ambitions are reached. I won't make her promise herself in marriage to anybody. Do you think you could convince her that our opportunity is far greater than anything Littlefinger whispers into her ear."

Margaery leaned in and looked up to Hannibal as he explained. "I could, I have no doubt of that," But something tugged at the back of her mind. "But what army could she possibly have, darling?"

The Sansa that Margaery knew was meek and quiet. Margaery knew not of any army that Sansa had amassed on the name of her reclaiming her ancestral home.

"Who will she be traveling with? Littlefinger? Don't tell me that you intend to let him into our home?" Margaery didn't like sneakier lord. She had always been suspicious of Littlefinger.

Hannibal pet over her head tenderly. "Her half brother Jon Snow is now the Lord Commander at Castle Black. There are rumors that he is going to allow wildlings south of the wall to keep them safe from what lies beyond. That would be the beginnings of an army. On top of that many clans of the North desire to follow a Stark again. They would begrudgingly follow me. However, if I were to give Winterfell back to the Starks...they would be more willing to fight alongside the Boltons in the future. She does not yet have an army, but the potential is there. It depends on if Jon Snow lives for much longer on the wall, and if he chooses to return back to the seven Kingdoms."

He smiled as he kissed her temple. "I want to assess how lean he is once again. One of these days you and I will go on a little hunt for Littlefinger. I will let you decide which pieces I cook up for you." He said lowly.

Margaery nodded in understanding. But her expression was rather grave. "She does trust me, but I wonder what comes first, her trust in me or loyalty to her family?"

If she was anything like Margaery thought, Sansa would have family pride first. She would not bow to the Boltons.

But at the mention of what he planned on doing with Littlefinger, Margaery smiled and brought a hand up to tilt his chin towards her and kissed him softly. "I would greatly look forward to such a hunt, my love."

Hannibal tilted his head in agreement. "That is an excellent point. However, it was my father who betrayed her family not I. She has experienced what being forced into situations from your father can mean. Recall she was once betrothed to the late boy King as well." He said.

"No love," Margaery shook her head. "I mean that even if we form an alliance, she will not follow us. The Starks are proud. They will not bend to the whims of another house, the North remembers and will only follow the King in the North, whose name is Stark. That's the phrase, is it not?"

Margaery squeezed his arm as she pressed into him. "She would want to lead, she would want to be queen of the Seven Kingdoms." Not that she didn't deserve it...

...but Margaery wanted that crown.

Hannibal smiled as he kissed her temple tenderly. "I have my own spies in certain areas my love. I suspect the young wolf simply desires her home back and a bit of revenge upon the Lannister's." He said.

His face turned more somber after a moment. "I promise you that if she becomes a liability Inwill ensure that your crown is safe my love."

"You had better," she teased. Margaery let her fingers tug playfully at his doublet. "You promised me a crown, and after all, you didn't give me a wedding present. You owe me."

Margaery leaned into him and kissed him softly, but full of passion and desire. "I love you."

Hannibal smirked as he slid her atop his lap to straddle him. His hands were on her belly to rest gently there. "Are you certain I did not leave you a present on our wedding night my love? You have yet to refuse me and I have bedded you at least once a day for over a month." He said.

Margaery was only too eager to settle atop his lap, straddling him and smiling down at him. "Mmmm, would a child truly be a present for me? I should think that is more so a present for your clan in continuing the Bolton name."

She leaned down and kissed him softly, lips parting over his lower lip and suckling softly.

Hannibal chuckled as his hands shifted around to the small of her back to hold her close. "It would indeed be an honor for you. You would get to experience the great joy in having a child that is equally yours. One that would rely on your strength and wot as much as mine." He said as he leaned in to kiss over the side of her neck.

Margaery leaned into him and kissed him gently. She tipped her head back to let him kiss over her neck. "Mmmm...whereas my gift to you was totally and completely for you." She brought a hand up to tip his head up and look into his eyes. "You owe me something shiny." She teased.

Hannibal smirked at that. "Moanna doesn't count?" He teased her as his hands shifted to give her ass a firm squeeze. He would indeed get her something shiny, and very special. he already had what he wanted in mind. It was a matter of finding the right smith to do it.

Margaery dragged her finger over his lower lip, smiling down to him and chuckling softly at his words. "She was given to me before out wedding to acclimate me to Winterfell and make me agree to our wedding willingly."

Hannibal chuckled at her words. "Did it work?" He asked with a smirk on his face. His mouth moved over the column of her neck as he nipped and teased over the soft skin there. His hand continued to grip her ass firmly as he assisted her in rocking with the carriage and into his hard, but covered cock.

Margaery moaned aloud and rolled her hips forward and back. It felt good, even through all the layers of her skirts and through his own clothes, she could feel how hard he was. She laughed at his question and kissed him hard. "I'm your wife, aren't I? My grandmother would not have taken such a liking to you if it hadn't."

Hannibal simply smirked at her. He continued to rock into her with his hard cock. He began to shift her skirts so that they were not in the way of her rocking just against his trousers and trapped cock. He slid a hand to tease over her folds and free his cock at the same time. He then slipped his cock deep within her right as they hit a nice little bump so that he slipped a touch deeper within her.

Margaery gasped softly when she felt his fingers at her folds. She felt him moving to free his cock, and pouted when he did not afford her time to play with it. But her pout was short-lived as he so suddenly slammed into her. Margaery cried out and arched her body into his.

Smirking, she reached up and undid the ties of her corset to free her breasts for him to lick and tease as he liked. "You're insatiable," she laughed as she began to bounce up and down atop him.

Hannibal chuckled at that as he quite eagerly began to suckle on those full, luscious breasts of hers. "Mmmm, with the perfect woman by my side who is willing to both spread her legs and be seduced by me how could I not be?" He complemented.

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