[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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Hannibal chuckled as he heard a whistle from outside the carriage. He rolled his hips into her slowly. "We are about to cross into the North proper. From there it will be just a few hours longer. Shall we christen the boarder that we will wipe away once we take King's Landing?" He rumbled lowly.

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Margaery smirked as she moved up, letting him slide out of her. She clutched her skirts and moved so that her back faced Hannibal, and again she sat straddling his lap and took him inside, reversing their previous position. "Mmm...an opportunity I can hardly refuse..." she looked over her shoulder and kissed the side of his mouth.

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Hannibal watched as she turned around and rumbled his approval lowly. He returned the kiss and shifted his hands to hold her hips. He would support her as she rode him across the boarder. "I do hope your seat is not too bouncy my Lady." He said lowly.

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Margaery moaned as she began to circle her hips, letting his cock hit every angle within her. "Mmm, not at all - this seat has just the right amount of bounce." Margaery slowly pulled her hips up before dropping back down again, moaning as he filled her up.

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Hannibal growled lowly in approval as she bounced atop him so enthusiastically. "I am glad your ride is satisfactorily bouncy." He grunted.

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Margaery chuckled as she leaned back, her back flush against his chest as she slid slowly, up and down, watching as much as she could the sight of his cock disappearing inside her tight heat. "Am I too heavy for you? Am I being too rough on you my king?"

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Hannibal chuckled lowly as he nipped playfully at her neck. "Mmmm, not at all my Queen. You may ride as rough as you desire." He said as one hand shifted up to play with her free, bouncing breasts.

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Margaery bent forward slightly, mimicking the motion of him bending her over. She pressed her palms against the wall of the carriage for support. Then she bounced her hips down as she fucked him, moaning louder as she felt her core beginning to tense and coil in arousal.

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Hannibal noted her position and that she seemed to enjoy this. He would be certain to claim her from behin once they arrived home to really give her pleasure in this different position. He growled her name lowly before shooting his seed deep within her. Gods did she ever feel good wrapped around his cock like that.

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Margaery cried out as his release filled her up. It triggered her own orgasm, and Margaery spasmed over him. Fluid burst from her core and she moaned his name as she came so hard over him.

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The journey home to Dreadfort had been wonderful for Margaery. She had enjoyed having him fill her and had spent a good portion of their first evening home in bed with Hannibal. Then the next morning she went right to work; she fit right into her role as lady of the house and commanded the maids and servants to clean up and make everything perfect for Sansa's arrival. She wondered if Sansa knew she would be here, that she would have a friend at the Dreadfort.

As the preparations were completed, Margaery smiled to Hannibal and gestured to the setup. "What do you think, my love?"

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Hannibal had enjoyed filling her over and over again their first night in their home. He was proud of her for having such a command of herself to begin making preparations for their guests. He nodded his approval as he inspected what she had done. "It looks very good my Lady." He said before leaning in to whisper into her ear. "Show her the golden rose, not the flayed man." He said.

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Margaery was surprised by his words and looked up to him. She kept her voice low as she replied. "The golden rose? Why would I fly the colors of my clan here in your ancestral home?" The flayed man belonged in the Dreadfort. The golden rose belonged in Highgarden.

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Hannibal shook his head as he kissed her temple. "Show her the gentleness she remembers of you from the past. Do not show her the Bolton you have become." He said softly. He did not want to frighten Sansa, and he was uncertain if she would even have the backbone to desire to speak with him.

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Margaery blushed, having misunderstood him. But she nodded when he explained and smiled up to him. "Of course. My name may change, but at my core I shall always be a Tyrell golden rose."

There came a yell from the gates that their visitors approached, and Margaery's eyes lit up. She took Hannibal's hand and started to pull him towards the castle exit out to the courtyard. "Come my love! They're here!"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled as he followed out and onto the top of their steps. He had a stern face, but his eyes showed hints of warmth in them as the carriages from the Eerie arrived.

His men opened the doors and Littlefinger stepped out first before offering a hand to assist Sansa out. Once they were within hearing distance, Hannibal gave a bow. "Welcome to The Dreadfort. I do hope your journey was quite uneventful." He said.

Littlefinger led Sansa up on his arm towards the newest Lord and Lady Bolton. "My Lord and Lady Bolton. It is a pleasure to meet you both in person." He said cheerily.

Hannibal gave a nod before motioning towards the castle. "We have a meal prepared if you are hungry. However, if you wish to rest a bit we can show you to your chambers first." He said pleasantly.

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Sansa was cautious as she stepped out of the carriage and stood beside Littlefinger. She didn't look up for a moment, but when she did her blue eyes widened as she saw the grinning Margaery.

Margaery didn't pay Littlefinger much mind, she tipped her head to him and held her arms open to Sansa.

"M....Margaery..." Sansa stepped forward and hugged her tight. The two girls began to laugh before they exchanged kisses to one another's cheeks.

"It's so good to see you!" Margaery smiled before looking into Sansa's eyes. "I'm so glad to see you doing so well!"

"You're the new Lady Bolton?' Sansa was surprised. "But, what about..."

"Plenty of time for that later," Margaery replied. "Surely you'd like to get settled, yes?"

"Yes...and I am indeed rather hungry," Sansa admitted.

"Good, I'll show you to your room then," Margaery looked to Hannibal. "My love, would you mind terribly showing Lord Baelish to his room?"

Sansa's room was near their chambers, while Littlefinger's were farther off to keep Sansa safe from him, while not so far that they couldn't monitor him.

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Hannibal gave a bow to both as he waited for the ladies to pass by. He also gave Littlefinger permission to follow him. "How are preparations for our joint venture Lord Baelish?" He asked.

Littlefinger chuckled at that, "Business first as usual Lord Bolton? Things are progressing quite well indeed. The Young Lord of the Eerie is quite a good lad. I believe with the right counsel he will happily go to his cousins aide when the time is right." He said.

He then nodded to Margaery. "I see you have wed the golden rose. How did you manage to pull that off? I though the Lannister's would have passed her along to their next son."

Hannibal frowned slightly at that. "My father desired an alliance with the Tyrell's. He made a deal with some on the small council so that they would not protest too loudly for Margaery to be wed to me." He said as a half truth.

Littlefinger found that quite curious. "The Tyrell's have little love for the Lannister's. Is it not a bit bold to make bed mates of them and raise suspicions?"

Hannibal rolled his shoulders as he turned to look Littlefinger directly in his eyes. "Lord Baelish, the Lannister's have far more problems in Kings landing to worry about than me marrying a Tyrell. I suspect the Queen mother is quite pleased at this turn of events and will likely not care...unless she hears whispers from little birds." He said with a note of warning.

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Margaery looped her arm with Sansa's as they walked. When they were far enough ahead, Sansa leaned in and whispered to Margaery.

"Are you all right? Have you been kidnapped?" She looked to Margaery with concern. "Is Lord Bolton abusing you?"

Margaery stared at Sansa before bursting out in a flurry of laughter. "No, certainly not!" Margaery squeezed her arm and leaned in and kissed Sansa's cheek. "Still so sweet, so concerned for me, sweet Sansa. No, my husband is kind and giving and protective of me."

Sansa stared in disbelief. Margaery chuckled.

"I know, hard to believe from a Bolton. But I promise you it's true," she glanced over her shoulder and looked to see if they had enough room to speak privately. "My husband wants to use his new power to free you from Littlefinger."

"What....?" Sansa stared.

"Sansa," Margaery took her friend's hands in hers and looked up into her eyes. "Littlefinger wanted to marry you to Ramsay. Do you truly trust his judgment? Ramsay killed my brother in a gorey and tortuous fashion. My husband brought him to the gods' justice. He would have tortured you, hurt you...while Littlefinger reaped the benefits."

Sansa looked hurt, thinking of being married to Ramsay. Margaery patted her shoulder. "Just...trust me. If you cannot trust my husband, you can trust me - you did at King's Landing did you not? Grandmother and I."

Sansa nodded slowly, and slowly a smile formed over her lips.

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Hannibal knew the women would almost be to Sansa's chambers. He had picked a young female pup that looked the same as her Lady did. A gift from the pair of them for the young Stark girl to train since she was unjustly robbed of her wolf.

Littlefinger did feel a bit intimidated by that look, but tried not to show it. "Indeed Lord Bolton. I do assure you that the Eerie still defers to your house." At least until Sansa reclaimed Winterfell with him by her side.

Hannibal saw that moment of fear and motioned to his chambers. "Her are your chambers Lord Balish. Dinner will be in two hours." He said.

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Margaery smiled as they approached the door to Sansa's chambers. "All that can wait, this is where you'll be staying. Hannibal and I are just down the gal should you need anything. Go ahead, open the door."

Sansa looked perplexed before opening the door. Inside were two dire wolf pups. One was smokey black and the other pristine white. They were playing and tumbling all around the room. Sansa was paralyzed.

"Moanna," Margaery called to her pup, who stopped and trotted towards her Mistress. The other pup whined. Margaery gestured to the pup. "Go on."

"Go on what?" Sansa stared.

"She's a gift, from my husband and I," Margaery smiled as Sansa's eyes went wide. "It was cruel, what happened to your first pup. She can't replace Lady proper, but..."

"She's wonderful!" Sansa cried out as she his Margaery and stepped forward before leaning down to pet the pup. "Margaery..." she looked up as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Thank you so much."

[notavegetarian]

Littlefinger noted that he seemed to be a good ways away from Sansa's chambers. However, he was not concerned. He did not think that the Lord Bolton would go back on his end of their agreement.

Hannibal walked back towards his shared chambers with his wife. He spotted her in the door with Sansa and saw that Moanna was by her side. He gave a slight smile before bowing from where he stood far down the hallway.

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Margaery glanced down the hall when she spotted movement. She smiled and gave a slow nod. Then her attention was on Sansa once again. "I'll leave you to it for now, myself or one of the servants will come knocking to summon you for dinner."

She stepped in close and held Sansa's hand. "I caution you, you're safe here but do not seek Littlefinger's council or let him in. If he knocks, pretend you are asleep."

Sansa nodded and again hugged her friend before releasing Margaery. Margaery closed the door and Moanna followed close behind her Mistress. She came to her own chambers where Hannibal stood and smiled. "The wolf was a wonderful idea."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled as he gave a nod of his head. "It is something that will love her unconditionally and will live to protect her. Something she can trust absolutely to not betray her." He said as he led her into their chambers and shut the door. "Does she seem to trust you my love?" He asked her softly.

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Margaery smiled as she stepped inside and stood closer to him. Her fingers trailed along his chest and tugged slightly at his doublet and cloak.

"She does," Margaery nodded. "Which I hope you plan to use constructively and not as a form of manipulation."

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Hannibal chuckled at that as he leaned into her touch slightly. "I am glad she trusts you. I promise not to use it as a manipulation tool." He said before smirking as he leaned in closer to her. "I leave that entirely to you my love." He said with a low chuckle.