randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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.

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!"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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."

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.

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."

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.

Margaery shoved him back but gave him a playful smile. "I would never have cause to manipulate Sansa. People have done that enough to her." As they had to Margaery as well. So she sympathized with the Stark girl.

Hannibal did not fight the push, but he did press back into her quickly. "Indeed they have. I have no intentions of manipulating her further my dear. My only intention is to give her an opportunity to be her own person and not have to worry about being manipulated by those around her." He said truthfully.

Margaery smiled and nodded her approval. "Good, I'm glad to hear it, love." She kissed him softly. "What have you arranged for dinner? The kitchen is making Sansa's favorite lemon cakes, I trust?"

Hannibal nodded at her words as he slowly walked towards her and began to guide her back to their bed. "Indeed they are. They are also making a nice northern stew for her. The goal is for her to miss Winterfell so that she desires to return there."

Margaery chuckled as she stepped back against the bed. "I see - and what exactly is your plan that you're carrying out right now?" She gestured between them. "Dinner is not so far off, my darling."

Hannibal smirked as he continued until he was pressing up against her. "It is far enough away for me to enjoy a sweet treat." He said before licking his lips slowly.

Margaery chuckled as her fingers slid beneath his doublet and shirt. She kissed him softly and chuckled against his lips. "Mmm, you'll spoil your dinner, my darling. And besides, we have guests."

Hannibal smirked at her words as his hands slid over her sides slowly. "It won't spoil my dinner. Besides, I can manage to keep my volume discreet. Can you?" He asked with a teasing look as his lips moved over her jaw and up to her ear. "Now, why don't you have a seat and spread your legs so that I can use my mouth to gain my treat." He rumbled lowly.

Margaery lay back against the bed. One hand came up and ran her fingers through her hair. "Mmm, naughty," she whispered. "But very well, as long as you're sure your won't spoil your dinner...I can't promise to keep quiet, however."

Hannibal smirked as he slid down onto his knees between her legs. He shifted her skirts so that he could slip beneath them. He kissed along the inside of her thighs and nipped at the skin lightly to tease her. He left at least one mark there as he moved up to her folds to lick over her folds slowly.

Margaery moaned softly as he slipped beneath her skirts. She lifted them up so that she could watch him licking and nipping at her thighs. "Ahhh...." she sighed. She arched her hips up to press her folds more insistently against his mouth.

Hannibal smirked as he continued to lick over her folds slowly. His tongue and lips focused on her clot first to cause her to grow very wet and her desire to practically overtake her.

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