[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 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!"

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Littlefinger did not care for that side comment and intended on listening in on that conversation.

A servant stepped forward and refilled all if he glasses with more ale. There was a special sleeping tonic placed into Littlefinger's drink. It would take until after dinner to go into effect.

Hannibal gave his wife a wink to signal that he had consumed the drug. After dinner they all moved to retire for the evening. Hannibal would wait until Littlefinger passed out.

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Margaery smiled coolly at the signal, and continued with the meal. When they stood to retire, Margaery eyed Littlefinger carefully. The older man was indeed looking drowsy. But better to wait and be certain than to make him suspicious.

If they implied that they would be soaking now, it could give him the adrenaline and drive to power through the tonic. They couldn't allow that.

Margaery bid then both good night and made back to her chambers with Hannibal. Putting on the facade that they were indeed going to sleep. But if course she waited until Littlefinger had broken away to go to his own chambers.

She looked to Hannibal for her next cue on how to proceed.

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Hannibal gave the slow signal that they should wait until the servant tasked with checking reported in. Soon enough the servant reported that Littlefinger had passed out. Hannibal went by to check for himself before nodding to his wife to go an fetch Sansa.

He went to a small library near their chambers so that Sansa would not feel as if she was imposing upon them directly by being in their chambers.

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Margaery went and found Sansa in her chambers. At first, when she told Sansa to follow her, the redhead seemed tentative. But she seemed calmer when Margaery told her they were going to the library.

Sansa had feared that Margaery had come to summon her for some kind of sexual Gane with Hannibal.

But she followed Margaery to the library, and she bowed her head when she saw Hannibal.

"Sorry for the secrecy and the strange behavior, Sansa," Margaery said. "But we had to be sure Littlefinger want spying on us."

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Hannibal gave a bow to Sansa and offered her a seat as he waited for Margaery to sit next to him on the small stool available. Although, he suspected that she may just sit upon his lap if she truly felt like she desired to.

He gave her a softer look. "Lady Sansa, you have grown quite a bit since I last saw you. I do not know if you remember meeting me when you were quite small. My father sent me to live at Winterfell for a time when I was very young. I sparred and trained with your brother Robb when he was about six or seven and I was twelve. I recall your father giving me sound advice and your mother being very wary of me and did not like me being near you without her being present." He said.

Sansa was very small when he was at Winterfell. He very much doubted that she would remember. Unless she recalled the time Theon was teasing her red hair and Hannibal had punched him for disrespecting a young lady when he was a hostage in their home. Theon had left with his tail tucked between his legs and Hannibal had given her a lemon cake to soothe the little girl.

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Margaery started off standing beside her husband. She pressed her hands to his shoulder as he spoke. Beside his hard, tough frame, she gave him a slightly softer edge. She helped Sansa feel at peace sitting beside them.

Sansa listened carefully and nodded politely as he spoke. She remembered indeed how he'd punched Theon. But she also remembered his presence being unsettling, which could have been her mother's influence.

Either way, there was a slight jealousy in Margaery's eyes and it was at that point she chose to settle into Hannibal's lap. The romantic in her almost wished that she had grown up in the North and that she had met Hannibal as a ward to her father, not as a kidnapped captive.

"Now, now my love, you didn't call Lady Sansa here to reminisce," Margaery pointed out.

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Hannibal knew that his wife had grown jealous when she settled in his lap. He chuckled as his strong arms wrap around her waist to hold her close. "I do apologize for reminiscing Lady Sansa. I was simply curious if you remembered." He said.

"Now, onto business. I am not proud of what my father did to your family. However, he is my father and there are moments when I must obey him regardless of what I wish I could have done. Now I am the head of my house and I fully intend to make amends for my father's sins. You have been robbed of so much and have been at the mercy of those who had influence to do things for you at a cost." He said.

He paused a moment. "Your half brother Jon Snow is now the Lord Commander at Castle Black. I believe your younger brother Bran and Rickon are alive, but hiding in the wilderness surrounding Winterfell. They are hiding quite well, my men have not been able to find them in the past month. I promise to you that I will work diligently to try and reunite you with your remaining living siblings in Winterfell. My captain will serve you for as long as you desire him to serve you. If you find your own warriors he will return to my services. I fully intend to restore Winterfell to you and your family. All I ask in return is that we can repair our alliance and once again be each other's allies. Until our enemies in King's landing are removed, this will be a secret alliance." He said.

He was being very plain with Sansa, he expected her to ask questions and seek out any hidden motives. There were none. This was a very simple request. Be equal allies and restore her home to her. No other strings attached.

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Sansa smiled and nodded to him. As he explained his intentions concerning her and Winterfell, then Sansa became suspicious. Even with Margaery perched so perfectly in his lap to make him seem more approachable and less harsh, she was still suspicious.

"All due respect, why would you simply give me Winterfell? Especially if you plan on moving against King's Landing. With what army do you plan on doing this?" Sansa suspected that Winterfell would be returned only with her agreement to back Hannibal's efforts against the red keep. "Why leave Lord Baelish out of the discussion?"

"Oh that one's only too easy," Margaery spoke up. "Littlefinger can't be trusted, surely you've realized this? He wants Winterfell and the North for himself. He wants to use you to this end."

Sansa couldn't argue with that.

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Hannibal gave a nod at her question. "You are your mother's daughter. I have the Bolton army at my disposal along with many who have pledged their house to me. I do not require additional military strength from you. All I need is a promise that the North will not revolt against me or attack the rear flanks of my military."

He began his answer. "I have my own aspirations Lady Sansa of how the seven kingdoms should be run. I believe that good houses should not be dishonored and deprived of its lands and titles simply because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. There should always be a Stark at Winterfell. That is how it has been since the first men, I would not have that changed because and incestuous whore wants her bastard children to wear the crown." He said.

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Sansa listened, and she nodded slowly in understanding. She looked up to Hannibal with all the Stark ferocity in her eyes. "I can consent to that if it is truly your intention."

"Do you suspect he would not be true to his word?" Margaery looked to Sansa. "Do you truly think I would let my husband deceive you?"

She smiled and kissed Hannibal's cheek. "I am sorry I could not do more to help you in King's Landing. But let me remedy it now. Let us help you regain your independence and your home. And when we move to eliminate the lion pestilence in the Red Keep, you do not have to support the effort, but refrain from making it a two-front war."

Sansa was quiet, and after a long moment she nodded. "Very well."

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Hannibal smiled as he slowly picked up his wife and set her on her feet before standing. He stretched out his arm for Sansa to take to seal their agreement. "I am very glad to have the noble House of Stark as an ally once more."

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Sansa smiled and stood slowly, she reached her arm out to take his in turn.

Margaery smiled and settled onto the floor when Hannibal set her down. When they sealed the agreement and she held Sansa xlose. "I'm so glad! And obviously we want to keep Littlefinger in the dark as much as possible."

Sansa nodded. "Of course."

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Hannibal gave her a gentle smile once the agreement was struck. "If you feel like he is making a threat or advance upon you that you do not desire, you are more than welcome to mention it to me and I can keep him away from you." He promised.

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Sansa nodded. "I thank you for your offer, my lord. Now then, was there anything else? I am indeed rather tired, though I don't mean to be rude."

Margaery smiled and wrapped her arm around Hannibal's. "Of course, go ahead. Should you need anything else, you know where our door is, please feel free to reach out to us."

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Hannibal bowed his head to her as she left the library. He pulled Margaery in close to kiss her deeply. "I think of her as the little sister Innever had. Nothing more my love. There is no need to be jealous of the young wolf." He rumbled into her ear.

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Margaery smiled and kissed him back before pushing him back just a bit. "Hmmph, you think me jealous, my love?" Margaery turned away from him playfully. "Why should I be jealous? I may be no wolf, but nor is she a golden rose. There's only one me, my love." She glanced over her shoulder to him teasingly.

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Hannibal smirked at the attitude. She had been jealous. He followed after her and wrapped his arms about her waist playfully before carrying her across the hall and into their chambers. He kissed along her neck teasingly. "There is indeed...perhaps I should try to make a duplicate within you." He teased as he pressed his hard length against the small of her back.

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Margaery grunted in surprise as he lifted her. She laughed as he carried her and shifted free of his grip as he set her down again.

"If I let you," she teased. Her fingers teased along his doublet and she looked up to him slowly. "...tell me, if you had been my father's ward, what would you have thought of me?"

Would he think of her as a sister as he did Sansa, or would they have fallen in love?

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Hannibal smiled softly at her question as he tilted her chin up so that they could look directly into each other's eyes. They were far closer in age than he was to Sansa.

"If I had been your father's ward....I highly doubt you would have ever married Renly Baratheon. Although, I do wonder if you would have been a true maid once we married...I do believe you nearly placed me incorrectly one night at Winterfell." He teased.

He truly believed he could have seduced her into his bed were they both teenagers.

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Age rarely mattered when it concerned marriage, or so Margaery had observed. But she tilted a brow at him and his claim.

"You think I would have been so weak in the knees as to swoon for you?" She teased. "Tell me, what do you mean that I placed you incorrectly?"

She waited for a response before leaning in and kissing him deep, but fleeting and playfully.

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Hannibal chuckled lowly. "Indeed not. You would have toyed with me until finally your own desires and curiosity got the better of you." He said as his hands moved to get her out of her dress.

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"You think so?" Margaery smiled as she felt his deft fingers undoing the laces and clasps of her dress. Once he had them lose, however, she moved away and smiled over her shoulder to him.

"You've failed to answer my question, love," Margaery pointed out. "What do you mean when you said I placed you incorrectly at Winterfell?"

Margaery had made no move to undress him yet. She intended to make him work for it tonight.

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Hannibal chuckled when she moved away from him like that. He followed after her and pushed her dress down her body as he pulled her close so that their bodies were pressed together.

"There was one evening when you were atop me teasing me. I had angled my cock to slip between your ass cheeks. However, you shifted your hips and I nearly claimed your maidenhead." He said.

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Margaery sighed when he undressed her and pulled her close. She gave a laughing scoff though as he explained that evening.

"You nearly claimed my maidenhead, as if I would have allowed it!" She smirked, again looking over her shoulder to give him a teasing grin. "I told you I had no intention of compromising my maidenhead until my wedding night. A steadfast goal I would have kept even in my teenage years."

Margaery stepped out of his grip again and turned, facing him, letting him behold her full, naked body. Every curve of her figure and the glow of her creamy skin.

"But all the same, you have me curious. What makes you so sure that you could have gotten me to give in if you had come to Highgarden in your youth? And how might you have lured me to your embrace in the dark?"