randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Margaery looped her arm with his and pressed in tight. "Yes, the feast is special indeed my darling. It's a celebration, but not of your successful hunt."

She released his arm and moved in front of him. "It is in celebration of the future. Of House Bolton and its alliance with House Tyrell. Forged in marriage and made steadfast by blood."

She took his hand and rested it over her belly. Then Margaery grinned up at Hannibal. "I am with child - your son rides in my belly."

Hannibal walked with her and found her behavior odd. He paused his walking to look into her eyes as she spoke. He smiled widely before scooping her into his arms and spinning her around in joy as he kissed her deeply.

He set her back on her feet as he looked into her eyes. "How do you know it is a son?" He asked. His eyes were dancing with light as he held her close and spun her around again. "It does not matter. I am beyond pleased that you are carrying OUR child." He said as he brought his hands to gently cup her stomach before kneeling down to tenderly kiss her belly.

Margaery grinned at his reaction. When Hannibal spun her about, she laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Once he set her back down, she smiled up at him.

"I know not for certain, but with the gods' blessings, we will have a son to continue the Bolton name," she replied. When he knelt down she smiled and ran her fingers through his hair. "You're happy with this news then, my dearest husband?"

Hannibal grinned widely up to her as he continued to kiss over her swelling belly. "Indeed I am. Grow strong my little one. Your mother will keep you quite safe. I look forward to meeting you and training you." He said tenderly to her belly before kissing it and standing slowly.

He pulled Margaery close and looked deep into her eyes. "I tell you this now my love. A healthy child of ours, son or daughter, will be quite strong and fearsome. I will be equally proud of either." He said. He truly did mean this, he was not the sort of man who would be disappointed with having a daughter.

He continued to hold her as he kissed her forehead tenderly. "You mentioned a feast my love. I certainly hope it will not be too long, I do want to celebrate our joyous news in private as well." He said with a smile.

Margaery smiled down at Hannibal as he kissed over her belly and spoke to their child. Her fingers ran through his hair and as he stood up she wrapped her arms around him.

Quietly she listened as he addressed her in turn. A slow smile crept across her face and she kissed him softly. "Then we shall see what the gods have in store for us."

Margaery chuckled at his last words and looped her arm with his. "It shan't be long, dearest. Just long enough to celebrate our good news and enjoy a fine meal. There is roast lamb already and the cooks will be finishing your kills and preparing them to be served as well."

Hannibal smiled as he locked his arm with hers. "That sounds delectable my love. I look forward to celebrating. Did you invite lady Sansa down to join in our festivities?" He asked. He knew she had sent a raven, but was not certain as to where she had sent it.

"I did not," Margaery admitted. "She's only just getting settled into Winterfell again, I did not want her to make the hour eg back so soon and make her feel like a nomad, my love."

As they approached the closed doors to the great hall, Margaery grinned mischievously. "But I did invite a few guests."

The guards opened the doors and a great holler range through the halls. Willas and Olenna held up cups of wine and cheered for the pair.

Hannibal gave a nod, but raised an eyebrow at her words. He heard the cheers and gave her a look, he was not upset with her, but there was a teasing glimmer in his eyes. "I was not the first to be told?" He asked as he pulled her close to kiss her temple and whisper lowly into her ear.

"I might have to punish you for not telling me first my love." He rumbled lowly. He was overjoyed at their news and truly was not upset. He was simply teasing her a bit.

Margaery laughed and leaned into him when he whispered to her. "In my defense, lover, grandmother guessed and spread the news." She dropped her voice and her eyes flashed in their own mischievous arousal. "But you are welcome to punish me, my lord, so long as you take care not to hurt our growing child."

Olenna rushed up just then and pulled Margaery into a tight hug. Soon the food was served and there was much revelry throughout the hall. Willas made a toast to his sister and brother-in-law and to their child.

Hannibal chucked at that. "With how many beds we ruined they likely would have guessed at the first raven from us." He teased her back. He had a special punishment in mind that would not put their growing child at risk.

He smiled and toasted with his new family in celebration of their wonderful news. Even Rhagar and Moanna seemed pleased at their master's joy as they played in the corner of the great hall. Hannibal smiled at the two of them playing and pulled Margaery into his lap to kiss her deeply. He nodded to their two pets. "I look forward to our child getting to play and grow with them as well." He said.

Margaery joined in the celebration and toasts with the family. Though of course, being pregnant she was drinking a sweet juice instead of ale or wine. But there was still much in the realm of kisses and hugs and congratulations.

When Hannibal pulled her into his lap, Margaery smiled and leaned her head against his shoulder. She watched as Moanna and Vhagar tumbled over one another. "As do I."

Margaery looked up and softly kissed Hannibal, bringing his hand to rest over hers across her belly, which was only slightly swollen. "And you suspected nothing until I told you?" She chuckled, finding that hard to believe.

Hannibal was also greatly enjoying the festivities. He gently rubbed over her belly with pride in his eyes. "I have suspected for a few weeks. However, I was waiting until you had it confirmed my love. Have you not noticed that I have been more tender when I make love to you?" He asked lowly.

Margaery smiled and laughed when he asked her that. She nuzzled his nose and smiled playfully. "You only think you've been gentler, my love," she teased, kissing him again.

Olenna waved a handheld paper fan at the two of them. "Come, come now, really you two! You're already expecting a child, all this affectionate touching and kissing is hardly necessary! Do you plan on being so openly affectionate when the baby is born?"

Olenna figured they would likely have a whole litter of children, one right after the other at this rate.

"Have to keep warm in the North somehow, grandmother," Margaery teased.

Hannibal smirked as he noted the fan. "I would imagine we would indeed be this affectionate in front of our children. I will only slow down as my lady commands." He said with some light in his eyes as they danced. "After all, it would be entirely improper for me to neglect my duties as a husband." He teased.

Olenna gave him a slow nod. She gave Margaery a wink that said it all - that she had found a good man and that she should strive to keep him happy.

Olenna held Margaery's hand and kissed her cheek. "Seven blessings to you both. Now then, I'm off to bed, as you should be too, young mother-to-be."

Margaery smiled and kissed her grandmother's cheek before she left. "Good night grandmother." She looked to Hannibal. "Shall we to bed, my love?"

Hannibal smiled as he gave a nod to their company. He smiled to his wife when she made the request. He stood slowly. He then scooped her up and off of her feet. He carried her with ease to their chambers. He set her down on their bed once they were inside their chambers. "I am indeed ready to enjoy this moment in private." He said with a wide smile.

Margaery laughed when Hannibal lifted her. Some of the guests called out teasing remarks that it was that sort of chivalry that got him in trouble to begin with.

Once they were alone in their bedroom, Margaery settled on the bed and smiled up at him. "As am I. Just you, me, and our baby."

She ran her hand over her belly again and smiled up to Hannibal. "Would you like to speak more directly to our child?" She undid the ties and clasps of her dress, shrugging her shoulders to let it fall away and leave her bared for him from the waist up. She would have to rise for her dress to be removed completely.

Hannibal smiled as he leaned in to kiss her deeply. He then trailed kisses down the side of her neck and down between her breasts. He slowly sank to his knees to kiss down to her belly. He peppered her slightly swelling stomach with kisses.

"Hello little one. I look forward to meeting you. It will be quite the task to give you a strong name. You must promise to not give your mother too much trouble as you grow." He said.

Margaery sighed as he kissed over her breasts. She leaned back and basked in the sensation as he slid down. As he began to speak to their unborn baby, Margaery looked down to watch.

Her fingers stroked over his hair and she smiled. "If he didn't give me some trouble, there might be some doubt as to who the father truly is." She teased with a laugh.

Hannibal looked up to her with a twinkle in his eyes. "You think they would be docile without me? You cause quite a bit of mischief yourself my love." He said before speaking to her belly. "Don't be fooled by your mother. She is just as clever as I am." He said.

Margaery smiled and kissed the top of his head. "Such stories you tell our child. You best tell him that his mother was innocent before she met his mischievous father." She chuckled and again stroked over his hair.

"I can't wait to watch my belly swell with your child," Margaery whispered as she leaned down. "Now then, how are we to celebrate, my love?"

Hannibal laughed at that. "Careful now, your mother was not as innocent as she would let you believe when I met her." He teased.

He came back up slowly to kiss her deeply once more. "Our child my love. Not just mine." He said before guiding her to stand so that her dress could pool around her ankles. "Mmm, I think I would like to see if your breasts are becoming more sensitive." He teased.

Margaery stood when he bid her and smiled as her dress fell away. She looked down and smiled to the slight swelling of her belly.

When he kissed her she kissed him back, suckling gently on his lower lip. "Whatever you desire, my love." She wasn't going to tell him and give away that her breasts and nipples were indeed far more sensitive and swollen as milk developed for the baby.

Hannibal smirked as his eyes filled with open lust for her. He moved his hands to cup her breasts around the base and gently lift them as his mouth came down to suckle on one nipple at a time. His hands were massaging around the base of her breasts, but not too harshly for the time being.

Margaery gasped and moaned softly as he massaged her breasts. She tilted her head back and basked in the sensation of his tongue and lips suckling over her nipples. After a long moment she looked down to watch as his mouth moved over such sensitive flesh. "Oooh..." she whimpered. "Yes, my love...."

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