Margaery Tyrell (
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randomosity2016-06-12 09:41 pm
[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire
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.
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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"Well you two seen familiar with the act and subject, I'm surprised you haven't thought of it yourselves!" Olenna exclaimed. "You go back where you conceived the child and repeat the same process! That should clear the path for him!"
Margaery shook in anger for a minute, then grinned at Olenna. "But grandmother, it's a long way to the Highgarden orchards. We may as well just repeat the process right here." She rapped her fingers on the table, as if insinuating they had made love on the table. Olenna chuckled and sipped her tea again.
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"Best of luck to you," He sighed, sitting down beside his grandmother and rubbing his face.
Margaery chuckled at Hannibal's words and rubbed over her very full belly. She looked up at her grandmother and turned serious.
"Does it truly work, grandmother?" She asked.
"Worked with your father, here we are," Olenna replied. Willas tilted his head back and groaned loudly. Details he didn't need. Margaery looked up to Hannibal and held out her hand.
"Well then, husband. Would you be so kind as to help your lady up?" In her state it was impossible for Margaery to get up on her own.
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He laid her in the center of the bed so that she was propped up on the mountain of pillows behind her. He kissed her deeply as he shifted her skirts to tease over her clot with his fingers to get her nice and wet. "I am quite eager to meet our stubborn child. I promise to be careful." He said after his initial tease.
He suspected they were having a daughter with how long they were waiting for Margaery to deliver.
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Margaery kissed along his neck as he carried her to the chamber prepared for her birthing. When he lay her down she arched her body up into his. Feverishly she reached to her skirts to pull them up as he reached beneath them. Margaery was just as impatient and aroused as he, and she was desperate for his cock. It had been far too long since they'd fucked proper, and her body was on fire with need for him.
"Hannibal...Hannibal I can't wait," just his touch and the feeling of his body so close to hers, she was already trembling. "I need you. I need you inside me. Fill me, my love, make me scream for you...!"
Her fingers reached to his doublet, pulling at the buttons and even tearing a few to get it open.
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He rumbled lowly before angling himself to stimulate those sensitive spots within her as he set a medium pace without going to hard. He remained on his knees so as to not put too much pressure on her belly for the moment. He hoped a genuine fucking would at least make her water break and get the process started.
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Margaery reached for him as much as she could from this angle. Her fingers brushed over his abdomen as he knelt before her. She was glad he avoided putting pressure on her belly, the baby was already giving her butterflies from its movements. It was working. It had to be.
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He could feel their child shifting within her and continued. He wanted to bring them both to satisfaction before their child moved lower.
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"Gods, oh yes, Hannibal! You feel so good, I do missed the feeling of your cock inside me!" Margaery squirmed, feeling her body tighten and tense.
She could give him no warning, all she could do was cry out as her body bucked and squeezed against him. Suddenly she came hard against him, all the tension melting away in a fluid rush. Margaery breathed heavily, not realizing that more fluid than usual had burst from her wet and wanting pussy.
But she was acutely aware of the pain that filed her core. Fear filled her eyes and she looked up to Hannibal. "H...Hannibal! The baby...!"
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Their child was coming.
Hannibal slipped out quickly and put his still hard cock back into his trousers. He shifted to be by Margaery's side when he bellowed for the Maester who should be waiting just on the other side of the door along with midwives.
Hannibal kisses Margaery's temple and slipped his hand into hers so that she could squeeze it if she needed to. "It is time. Take deep breaths for me, I am not going anywhere." He promised her.
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The Maester instructed her on when to push and how to breathe. The midwives retrieved clean linens and cloths to keep Margaery clean while she delivered. Margaery obeyed the commands of the Maester and pushed, but there was fear in her eyes. This was an all new pain for her.
But finally, after hours of pushing and breathing, Margaery delivered the baby. One of the midwives took the squirming newborn off to the side and began to clean it. But the Maester remained where he was, apparently astounded. One of the midwives pointed something out and Margaery's eyes went wide with terror.
"What? What is it??" She demanded, still feeling pain rake through her.
"My lady, you're not yet finished..." The Maester looked up to Hannibal, then back to Margaery. "There is another baby descending and preparing to come out."
Two. Twins. Margaery could have fainted right then and there were it not for the pain.
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His widen a bit when he hears that a second child is on the way. His focus is on her and he kissed her cheek tenderly. "You are so strong to carry two my love. You can do it, take deep breaths with me." He said.
He was immensely proud that they were having twins. He had worried that their child would be massive with how large she had grown. He felt better knowing she was so round from carrying two children.
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Margaery whimpered and cried out as the pain finally ebbed and melted into pure fluid dripping from her core. Margaery breathed heavily for several minutes as she recovered. She looked up to Hannibal with wide eyes.
"Two...we have two babies?" That did explain how big she had been.
The midwife and Maester brought the cleaned and crying babies to the Lord and Lady of the house.
"Twins, my Lord and Lady," the Maester confirmed. "The first is a boy. The second a girl - it seems she was hesitant to leave and he would not come out without her, which was why you were so overdue."
The Maester handed the boy to Hannibal and the girl to Margaery. Margaery smiled and kissed over the little girl. Tears of joy were in her eyes as she looked up to Hannibal.
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He wrapped his arm around her shoulders so that they could cuddle in as a family. He brought their son closer so that Margaery could see him as he looked down at his sweet daughter. "Not to worry my little angel. Your brother and I will keep you safe." He said before he kissed his wife tenderly.
He chuckled as he held his small family. "Look at us, we've ruined another mattress." He said with a wink
The midwives were working quickly to clean up the bed and Margaery as much as possible.
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The little girl gave a sharp little cry. Margaery looked down and nuzzled the baby girl. "Oh, hush now darling. There's no need to cry, your Mama and Papa and brother are here now."
There came a great knocking at the door, but Olenna hardly waited for an invitation. She burst into the room and rushed to the bed. "All this yelling and carrying on!"
Then she saw the two newborns being held by the young couple. Olenna was caught off guard but grinned all the same. "Well, that explains why you were so fat!"
She came up to get a better look and smiled at her great-grandchildren. "Ohhh...what are they?"
"A boy and a girl," Margaery replied.
"Awww, the sweet little things!" Olenna cooed. "What will you name them?"
Margaery looked to Hannibal with curiosity in her eyes. "We hadn't talked of that just yet."
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He kissed Margaery's temple before looking down at his son and then his daughter. "They are Rhys and Reina." He said, recalling a brief conversation of names with Margaery one late evening.
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She looked up to Rhys and smiled to him. One hand reached out to brush over his little cheek. "My Rhys."
Olenna smiled and patted over the baby's heads. "Good, strong names. They likely need feeding." She waved Willas off. "Go on then, off with you."
Willas rolled his eyes but smiled as he left to let his sister feed her babies. Margaery freed one breast and held Reina up to it for her to feed. The little girl ate eagerly.
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He looked down at Rhys. "My brave son. Boldly going first to be certain the way was safe for your sister. You show your mothers bravery." He said before kissing his son on his forehead. Reina showed the Bolton caution by waiting to see what would happen by allowing her brother to go first.
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She switched the children and gave Reina to Hannibal. For a moment she cradled Rhys in her arms and nuzzled against his face. "Hello my love. I am indeed proud of you for being strong and patient with your sister."
Margaery bared her other breast and fed Rhys from that one. Reina squirmed and whined a little in Hannibal's arms. Olenna observed for a few minutes, but left soon enough to give them privacy when she knew all was well.
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She cradled her son to look down at him and fully appreciate him. So much he looked like his father. "The gods have blessed us indeed - many couples are unable to produce even one child, but here we've managed twins on our first try."
Though it was hardly surprising, given how often they took to making love. Hannibal was a virile man indeed. "I am so glad we were able to conceive these beautiful children." Margaery laughed and kissed over Rhys' little head.
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He may have her drink moon tea every morning for a year or so.
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Margaery kissed the top of Rhys' head. Reina squirmed in her father's arms and reached out, her hands patting over his nose and chin. She gave a soft little sound, almost a curious coo, wondering who the man holding her was.
But surely both children recognized the scent of the woman and the sound of her voice and heart as their mother. The man's voice was also familiar; the voice that had told them so many times while they grew within their mother to grow strong, or to stop moving around so much when they made their mother ill.
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He offered a finger for her to explore. "You are filled with curiosity my little princess." He said playfully.
He then turned to Margaery. "Fear not, I will continue to bed you at our prior pace my love. I did not think you would desire another child so soon." He teased her back. He leaned over to kiss her deeply before returning his attention to Reina and rocking her to sleep.
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She looked up to Hannibal and kissed him back. A thought occurred to her though and she looked concerned. "We should alert the carver - we were expecting only one baby so we have only one crib for two babies." she pointed out.
Reina tugged her father's finger and the smallest smile flashed across her face.
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