randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Jaime's head snapped to look at Margaery with a suspicious look. "Sansa Stark has been found and you haven't sent word?" He said with a bit of anger.

Hannibal reclined in his seat. "It has not been confirmed that it is indeed Sansa. However, I have heard from trusted sources that Littlefinger has miraculously produced a daughter that he is keeping with him at the Eerie. They say her hair is black. Now, I suspect it is Sansa. However, the description could also be Arya Stark, who has been missing for far longer." He said. "I cannot openly attack the Eerie. However, if I give Littlefinger a juicy enough bait I am certain I can draw him out with the soldiers of the vale." He said.

This information should keep him safely in the North for some time.

Margaery feigned a look of surprise. "Oh? You hadn't heard the rumors? Forgive me my Lord, perhaps the informant in King's Landing isn't as sharp as Lord Varys was."

She turned her attention to the baby and pretended not to listen as Hannibal explained. Only when Reina soothed did she sit down again and take Rhys back from Hannibal.

Bronn was eyeing the woman carefully. He knew better than to underestimate a lady.

Hannibal saw that look from Bronn and gave Margaery a signal when he passed Rhys back to her to be cautious.

Jaime was suspicious, but he trusted Hannibal far more than that bastard Littlefinger. "You are certain he has a Stark girl with him?" He asked.

Hannibal gave a solemn nod of his head. "I do, but I am not certain which one. Either would be a threat to the King. I have been working on multiple options to flush the soldiers of the vale out to take control. It is impossible to storm the Eerie itself due to its location." He said.

Margaery sat down in the chair and smiled up to Hannibal, letting him know that his message was received. She rocked the babies until Reina was asleep and Rhys smacked his lips, wanting a meal. Margaery knew she couldn't feed him now, and held her finger out to let him suckle it for a moment.

"It would not do for my husband to find himself eviscerated - his Majesty would need a new warden, and if there was no one who could fill the role already in the North, he might send a high born noble to fill the role." She knew being separated from Cersei was the ultimate nightmare for Jaime. "But you should tell his Majesty that the issue is indeed under control, he has nothing to fear."

Hannibal was very pleased with Margaery's quip. It would hit very close to home for Jaime Lannister and likely have him push for Hannibal to remain in the North.

Jaime considered those words and found himself uncomfortable. That did hit very close to home for him. He gave Hannibal a hard gaze. "Are you certain you can handle him? That is quite the slippery prey." He began before lowering his own voice. "If you were to bring one or both Stark girls to justice, that would please the King greatly." He said.

Hannibal's eyes glittered with dark amusement. "Would their tanned hides suffice the King?" He asked. He was Lord Bolton after all.

Margaery kept her composure at that question. She didn't want the Stark girls harmed. Especially not for a Lannister. But nor could they afford to refuse such a request. She simply smiled at Hannibal's question and kissed over the babies' foreheads.

"Flayed men have no secrets," Margaery repeated the words she'd read in the Bolton history books. "And our blades are sharp." She'd taken to her new role as a Bolton woman very easily.

There was something enticing and alluring about the Bolton history. The Tyrell memoirs were not nearly so interesting.

Jaime paused to look at Margaery carefully. That explained why Joffrey enjoyed her, but she seemed far more pleased here than in the Red Keep. That suited both himself and Cersei just fine. The thought of flayed hides of young women did make his stomach turn a bit. He knew Tommen would not be able to look...Cersei would likely feel offended for not getting the opportunity herself.

Jaime cleared his throat a bit. "There is no need to torture young girls like that Lord Bolton. However, if they were to...loose their heads the King would enjoy placing those on the wall with the rest of their family." He said. It would be better for Hannibal to take the heat for killing the Stark girls than his sister.

Hannibal nodded his head in understanding. "I promise to focus my entire energy into discovering the truth behind Littlefinger's ambitions and I hope to send a head or two to the King. Then your family can begin to heal from the wound of loosing your nephew in such a tragic way." He said with a tone in his voice that suggested mournfulness.

The fact that she had successfully unnerved Jaime Lannister, the golden lion, made Margaery very pleased indeed. She have a little smile, almost innocent but with a touch of wickedness and mystery to it. It was a Bolton smile, and not the Tyrell smiles she used to wear.

"I follow the will of my husband," she agreed. "He will keep his promise, and I in turn shall help him see it through."

At this point Rhys was no longer satisfied with suckling his mother's finger and began to fuss. Margaery handed Reina to Hannibal and turned so that her chest and baby were hidden from Bronn and Jaime. "You'll excuse me gentlemen, I'd be a poor mother indeed if I ignores the cries of my son."

Rather than leave though, as she was sure they expected her to, Margaery uncovered her breast and kept herself turned to keep the other men from seeing. Rhys immediately began to feed greedily from his mother's breast. Bronn tilted his head, slowly and carefully, as though trying to sneak a glance without being noticed.

Hahnnibal was proud of his wife for unnerving Jaime Lannister. It was quite the feat indeed. He took Reina and she stayed quiet in her father's arms, but her eyes were open and full of curiosity as she looked around at the different people in the room.

Hannibal spotted Bronn tilting his head and focused in on him. "Something of interest to look at Ser Bronn?" He asked with a warning note to not look to carefully.

Jaime had recovered from those possibilities the Bolton's had hinted at and gave Bronn a warning look to mind his eyes. He sat up a bit more and returned to speaking in a normal tone. "That would indeed please the King. I wish you success in your venture to keep the King's peace and to eliminate his enemies." Jaime said. He would deal with Cersei once they returned without Hannibal. Her suspicions were unfounded and unnecessary.

Bronn was unnerved by both the look from Jaime and the question from Hannibal. Margaery shifted in her seat without looking at him and clutched Rhys closer to her breast.

"No, My Lord, just thought I saw movement - mouse or something," Bronn answered. Margaery gave a little scoff but otherwise remained quiet.

After a few moments Rhys was content and his belly was full. Margaery pulled him from her breast and shifted to face the men once more when she had covered up.

"I am glad we could sort all of your concerns out, Ser Jaime," Margaery smiled as she bounced Rhys in her arms.

Hannibal's eyes hardened a moment at that. "My wolves don't allow mice to live within the Dreadfort." He said.

Jaime settled back in his seat as he regarded the couple. He did note that the son seemed to feed for some time. "Your children seem strong and healthy." He offered as a complement.

Bronn gave a shrug, trying to mask his nervousness. But really, could he be helped? Margaery was a lovely girl, and it was only his bad luck that he hadn't been wed to her - he didn't necessarily know that Olenna would sooner marry Margaery to Ramsay Snow than Bronn of the Blackwater.

Margaery smiled down at her baby and kissed his forehead. "Indeed, the gods were merciful in their blessings."

Hannibal continued to give warning glares to Bronn. He then turned to focus on Jaime. "We have been greatly blessed by the gods and are very happy to share our joy and fortune. I look forward to training them as they grow older and perhaps they can serve the King one day when they are grown." He said. Pitching an idea like that would settle Jaime down quicker. He had spoken with Margaery about making false promises along these lines to lull the lion into a false sense of security.

Jaime was indeed surprised to hear that. He remained leaned back in his seat. "That would be very pleasing to the King. However, he is still in search of a bride for himself. Perhaps after he has children of his own we can discuss such options." He said.

Margaery had no problem with these false promises. To her mind, they weren't false - her babies would serve the king, and the king would be their father, soon enough.

But she kept such thoughts to herself for now. The prospect of her children being included in the discussion of when Tommen had children, however, made her stiffen a little.

"Gods be good, he will no doubt have a fine bride worthy of being his spouse soon enough," Margaery said softly.

Tommen was a good boy, and she had rather enjoyed the young Baratheon during her time in King's Landing.

Hannibal smiled as he gave a courteous nod. He reached over to take Margaery's hand and kiss the back of it before turning to focus on Jaime again. "Have there been any good prospects for a bride for our King? I do intend to have the King's enemies in the North destroyed so that we can attend his wedding." He said. It was almost a full truth. However, that was dependent on him 'killing' the King's enemies...which Hannibal had no intention to do other than Littlefinger.

Jaime gave a respectful nod to both of them, but kept his focus upon Hannibal. "There are a few prospects. My sister and the small council are considering the offers and the King hears their council. However, the King will make the final decision." At least, that is how Cersei will work diligently to make it appear.

Margaery smiled as he kissed over her hand. She looked down to their content son and cuddled him closer to her chest. She pretended to be nonchalant and ignorant of what they were discussing. But truly she took in all the facts and details, listening carefully.

Rhys kicked out his legs and began to look around curiously as his sister. "So many new voices, my little love." She nuzzled against him.

Margaery glanced up at the last bit and smiled. "I'm sure whoever is chosen for the King will be a noble and fair lady. A good queen for the realm."

Hannibal nodded in agreement at her fair words. "I agree. I think the woman who is worthy of our King will be a fair Queen indeed." He said.

Jaime had missed the hidden message behind Margaery's words. However, he gave a bow of his head to Hannibal. "Thank you. I do hope that both of you are right." He said in a joking manner.

Hannibal moved forward in his seat after a moment. "You must be tired. Why don't I show you to your chambers so that you can freshen up before dinner?" He offered.

Margaery's eyes flashed up to Hannibal and had a playful flicker in her dark eyes as she maintained that eye contact for a brief moment. Silently conveying to him how anxious she was to be Queen, and anxious for him to be her King. A secret message for the two of them alone to share.

She then moved to take Reina back from Hannibal and smiled to the pair of guests as they stood for Hannibal to lead them to their respective chambers. "Gentlemen, you will excuse me if I take this moment to put my babies to bed. They've had quite a long day indeed for the two of them."

Bronn gave a polite bow, but his eyes lingered on the fair Lady Bolton a bit longer than would be considered polite.

Hannibal met Margaery's gaze and then passed her both children before opening the door for her so that she could take their children and put them to bed for the evening.

Hannibal did catch Bronn staring at his wife and gave the man a cutting look. "Another nous see Bronn? Perhaps I should examine your eyes personally." He said with a slight edge to his voice.

Jaime quickly moved between Bronn and Hannibal. "I do apologize Lord Bolton. We are quite tired from our journey. Our eyes are unable to stay entirely focused. I am quite certain that we will be much better after a brief respite before dinner." He said.

Hannibal continued to glare at Bronn before motioning down the hall. "Your chambers are at the end of the hall. My servants have left the doors open for you." He said.

Bronn stiffened and grew nervous, but bowed again to the Lord of the Dreadfort. "My apologies, my Lord," but thank the gods for Ser Jaime and his explanation. "Indeed - I'm only tired, my eyes are lingering longer, taking a bit longer to focus. A bit of rest before dinner would do me good." Preferably some rest atop the Dreadfort rose.

Margaery was setting the babies into their cribs in the chambers she shared with Hannibal. She wrapped them up loosely in soft blankets of rabbit fur. Margaery leaned in and kissed their foreheads.

She was tired, and wondered if she had time for a brief rest before dinner was served. The babies would need someone near anyway, even if they were asleep. This was the part Margaery liked best, when they were asleep and cuddled up peacefully.

Jaime bowed to Hannibal and pushed Bronn down the hall towards their separate chambers. He brought Bronn into his chambers and shut the door. "What were you thinking when you stared at her like that? If you don't watch yourself you might be traveling back to King's Landing with a piece missing." He hissed.

***

Hannibal went back to his chambers and smiled as he silently watched Margaery put their children to bed. He walked up behind her and slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed along her neck and up to her ear. "You did well my love. I am very proud of how you handled yourself." He said softly.

Bronn had little choice but to move with Jaime as he shoved him into his chambers. He shrugged slightly and held his arms out to his sides. "Really, can you blame me? The girl's filled out rather nicely, don't say you don't see it too!"

Of course, he was indeed talking to the man who had apparently fallen in love with his sister and fucked her regularly.

"Only a madman wouldn't look at an ass and chest like that," he further defended himself.

****

Margaery smiled as she felt Hannibal watching her. She laughed softly as she felt his arms wrap around her waist. Margaery leaned back into him and tilted her head back to kiss along his jaw. "I'm glad, my love. I did let the bit about Sansa slip, I am sorry for that. But you covered it masterfully."

Again she kissed along his jaw and against his cheek. "Your children are sleeping peacefully, my love."

Jaime sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Bronn...it doesn't matter what she looks like. She is Lady Bolton now. She is the most untouchable woman in the seven kingdoms. Her husband will pluck your eyes out just as easy as you taking a piss on the side of the road. Do not antagonize him. He is every bit as ruthless as his ancestors." He warned.

***
Hannibal nipped over her ear lightly. "I will punish you for that later. However, that just gives me more permission to bring our slippery prey closer for our hunt." He rumbled lowly.

Bronn couldn't help laughing. "You know, telling a man he can't have a woman in particular only makes her more desirable." Jaime Lannister of all people ought to know that. At least that's what Bronn thought.

****

Margaery smiled and glanced over her shoulder to him. "Try not to be too cross with me, darling. I wouldn't want my punishment to be too severe."

But she smiled at the prospect of their hunt. "Oh, I am indeed terribly anxious for our hunt, my love. Must we wait much longer?"

Jaime shook his head slowly at that. "In this case you would loose your hide along with a few bits and pieces. If you offend him greatly enough...I cannot save you from some sort of punishment from him." He said lowly.

***

Hannibal pulled her tighter to his body as he ground into her body so that she could feel his hardening length. "We will see how severe your punishment will be. As for our hunt. Once your new friend agrees...we will begin that hunt."

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