[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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Margaery moaned and writhed from the efforts of his mouth and tongue. Her fingers tugged gently at his hair. "God...yes, Hannibal..."

Meanwhile, down the hall Sansa was playing with her new wolf pup. But the pup was interested in a corner of the room. She pawed at a particular stone and the wall pushed away to reveal a secret passage. Sansa stared and curiosity got the better of her. She moved down the passage with her pup following.

She heard Margaery. Margaery moaning. She almost turned back, but again, curiosity got the better of her. She walked closer and came to a dead end, but there was a small space between some of the stones, and she could see inside.

She could see Hannibal between Margaery's legs and how he pleasured her.

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Hannibal continued to tease her clit before he began to use his lips and teeth to satisfy her. He wanted to really make her moan in pleasure. He wanted to be certain that Littlefinger heard how he pleasured his wife.

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Margaery gasped at the integration of his teeth into the mix. Her hips continued to arch and roll in rhythm with his movements. She did continue to moan, arching her body and crying out for Hannibal.

Sansa blushed as she saw her friend's face contorted in pleasure. Her hand came to her mouth to silence any sounds that her mouth may have made to betray her position. But thus far the couple were completely unaware that they had an audience. At least Margaery was.

Margaery's breath shuddered in her chest and her body trembled from the pleasure that rushed through her body. "So close..." she whimpered. "Don't stop..."

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Hannibal did not hear any noises over Margaery. He redoubled her efforts as one hand moved to run circles over her clit to send her over into an orgasm. He wanted to hear her cry out nice and loud for him as he drank down his sweet snack.

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Margaery's back arched and she felt her body unravel from his tongue so carefully circling her clit. Sparks rushed through her core and Margaery screamed out his name as her orgasm overwhelmed her and burst from her core and up her spine to the rest of her body. "Gods...yes...oh, Hannibal!" she cried out.

Sansa's eyes widened, seeing Margaery in this state. She stepped back, took a moment to recover her senses, then leaned in and looked through the crevice again.

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Hannibal greedily drank down her release before pulling back slowly. "Mmm, the perfect snack. I promise to pleasure you in this manner when you are great with child."

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Margaery breathed heavily for several minutes. When he spoke of her being with child, she smiled and ran her fingers over her slender belly. "Mmm, I look forward to it," she sat up and tipped his head up to kiss him deep. She tasted herself on his lips and chuckled. "I also look forward to watching my belly swell as your child grows."

Sansa slowly stepped away and began to edge her way back towards her chambers, her face still hot with blush over what she'd witnessed.

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Hannibal returned the kiss and tilted his head to her with some light in his eyes. "Do you suspect you are? Or do you know and are simply toying with me?" He asked with a smirk.

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Margaery chuckled and leaned down to kiss him. She gave a playful smirk a day there was indeed a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You think I could keep a secret from you, my love?"

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Hannibal smirked when he saw that light in her eyes as well. "Indeed I do. At least until you have the opportunity to tell me in your own way and on your own terms." He teased her.

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Margaery smiled and kissed him again. "I doubt I could keep a secret from you for very long. Is be too excited to share the joyous news with you."

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Hannibal chuckled softly at that. "Indeed, you might give the game away in such a manner. Perhaps you should refrain from strong wines for the time being until it is confirmed." He said as he slowly stood and offered her a hand.

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Margaery looked almost offended for a moment, but playfully so. She lightly smacked his chest and smiled. "I'll refrain from drinking wine when it is confirmed that I have a baby in my belly and not a moment sooner!" She laughed.

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Hannibal chuckled as he allowed the hit before offering his arm to her. "Come my lady. We should inform our guests that it is time for dinner." He said.

He would lead her out into the hall and down towards the chambers Sansa was staying in to knock on her door and collect her.

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Margaery took his arm as she stood and nodded to him. "Yes, let's go before Littlefinger thinks he has time to pester Sansa."

They left the room and made their way down the hall to Sansa's chambers. Margaery knocked and was surprised by the timid tone that bid her to come in. But she opened the door and smiled. "Sansa, dinner is ready."

Sansa blushed even darker upon seeing the couple together. But she nodded and offered a smile to Margaery before stepping out of the room, her pup following close behind.

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Hannibal found the blush to be odd, but he gave her an easy smile to show that he was no simply a cold Bolton like he suspected Littlefinger made him out to be. "I see your pup follows you quite eagerly Lady Sansa. Have you chosen a name for her?" He asked as they led her towards the banquet hall.

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Margaery released Hannibal's arm to take Sansa's instead. Sansa gave a slight jump, a little startled. She did smile though and glanced to Hannibal when he spoke to her.

"Well, I would like to remember my past direwolf," Sansa replied. "But her name was her name and this pup's name shall be this pup's name. Similarly I would like to remember my house...Winter seems a good name for her."

Margaery grinned. "Winter it is then. Though how ever shall we know whether you are repeating the words of your house, or telling us your pet is on her way?" She teased, Sansa laughed.

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Hannibal found the jump curious before he led them both into the dining hall. He could hear Littlefinger behind them, walking quickly to catch up to them. His face turned more towards his mask of stone before he turned to look over his shoulder at the man. "Ah, Lord Baelish. I am glad to see that you were able to remember your way here to the dining hall." He said.

When they went to sit down. Margaery sat on Hannibal's right, and Sansa was off to her right. Littlefinger was placed at Hannibal's left. Hannibal was curious as to how long Littlefinger would allow this seperation before having concerns.

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Sansa was happy for the separation. She sat beside Margaery at the table. To her surprise, Margaery had ordered light dessert to be served first - lemon cakes and soft cheese with light ale. Sansa happily ate a few lemon cakes and nibbled at bits of cheese.

Margaery was happy to see her friend so at ease again. Her attention then turned to Littlefinger. "Things are well at the Eerie, Lord Baelish?" She wanted to hear for herself just what he was up to.

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Hannibal kept an eye on Littlefinger and was curious if he would in fact tip his hand.

Littlefinger finished his lemon cake and began to wonder what exactly Lord Bolton had in mind. It seemed very clear to him that soething was afoot. He had kept Sansa away, it appeared she had a new pet, and they were serving one of her favorite treats.

Littlefinger cleared his throat a bit before nodding. "Indeed they are. The Lord of the Eerie is now settled and ruling the Vale very securely. He has grown fond of his cousin and has pledged to come to her aid should she ever need it."

Hannibal took a sip of his ale as he considered that. He was tempted to keep Littlefinger here and begin their hunt once Sansa went North to Winterfell. However, that might be pre-mature until he could secure the ear of the Lord of the Vale.

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Margaery smiled and turned to Sansa, as though Littlefinger was completely forgotten. "Sansa, does that mean you plan on traveling back home to Winterfell?"

Sansa looked to Margaery with some degree of nervousness. "Well, yes, but...Winterfell currently flies the Bolton banner."

Margaery sipped her ale and looked to Hannibal. The expression was one of insistence, but of course it was meant to make Littlefinger think his plan to play on their friendship was working.

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Hannibal sipped his ale as his wife made the carefully prepared move onto the chess board. He waited just long enough for Littlefinger to believe he was struggling with his decision. "Lady Sansa, to an extent you are still being looked for and hunted. What better place to hide than behind a Bolton banner in your own backyard where you know every hall and secret passageway. I am willing to allow you to return to your home of you wish. As long as you promise not to interfere with my trusted Captain and his garrison." He said.

Littlefinger's eyes danced with delight. Giving Sansa a toehold in Winterfell was exactly what he needed to achieve his end goals. She was pliable enough that he could get what he desired.

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Margaery squeezed Sansa's hand, seeing the disappointment in the redhead's eyes. Clearly Sansa wanted her full home, and Margaery couldn't blame her. But until Littlefinger was dealt with, they couldn't give it to her.

"That's fair, right?" she tilted her head. "Taking back Winterfell and putting up the Stark banner will be an invitation for Cersei...and she still thinks you took a son from her."

Sansa listened carefully and then nodded. "Yes...yes that is fair - you're right." She looked to Hannibal. "I am much obliged, my Lord."

"I've met the Captain - all the guards and men who were loyal to Ramsay have been dealt with - you will find no enemies in your home at Winterfell," Margaery smiled.

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Hannibal had instructed his captain to serve and guard Sansa as well as he had for Hannibal for the past five years. His captain was remarkably young for holding the position he did. He was close enough to Sansa's age that perhaps something might develop between the two of them. However, that was not a certainty. Nor was it mentioned or commanded.

Hannibal have a bow of his head towards Sansa. He took two sips of his ale that was a signal to his wife to tell Sansa that a private meeting between the three of them would be good to discuss.

Littlefinger said nothing for the time being. He was quite pleased that Sansa was eager to return home. With the right persuasion, and perhaps a bit of coaching, she could sway her way into the hearts of those likely very lonely men so that they fight for her rather than Lord Bolton.

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Margaery caught the signal and smiled when Sansa agreed. "Wonderful, ah but those are details better discussed in private. The three of us can discuss the details later."

Sansa was surprised by Margaery's bravado and how she so bluntly cut Littlefinger out of the matter. Margaery took a sip of her own ale and glanced to Hannibal.

"Darling, when your captain reported to you, did he say Winterfell had been cleaned to my specifications?" Margaery asked. "Can't have Sansa coming home to a dirty castle!"