randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Hannibal tilted his head to her. "Indeed, he should be here in a few hours. Once the children are fed and put down for a nap we can go for our hunt." He said with a smirk upon his face.

Rhys and Reina seemed to know that their parents were discussing them, and began to fidget and giggle and play. Rhys tried to get loose from his father's grip to play on the bed. Reina too reached to touch and coo over the soft bear fur.

"Sounds fair enough, though our children hardly seem interested in either my breasts or a nap," Margaery chuckled.

Hannibal smiled as he pulled her close to kiss over the side of her face. "I do not mind that. It means that I can use them more often again." He rumbled lowly as he watched them playing.

Margaery glared playfully to him as they set the babies down. Rhys and Reina both began to squirm and coo against the fur blanket.

"Indeed, they have missed you, and the touch of your fingers and mouth," Margaery smiled.

Right then, Rhys smacked his hand over Reina's face when she got too close, and Reina began to cry. Margaery pouted and took Reina in her arms to soothe her. She trusted Hannibal to deal with their son.

Hannibal had smiled to her at first until he saw his son hit their daughter. He immediately scooped up his sine and gave him a harsh look. "You will not strike your sister. You are to support and help each other. Not to strike at each other." He said with a very stern tone.

He held the gaze to make his son cower and realize his error.

Reina stopped crying soon enough, soothed by the way her mother held her. Margaery looked to Hannibal and tilted a brow. "Now, now - they're not even a year old my darling. No need to be so harsh, he didn't mean to hurt her."

Reina reached out and patted her brother's arms. "See? She's already forgiven him."

Hannibal allowed the forgiving touch. His tone softened, but his gaze did not. "They are never too young to learn the difference between what is and is not acceptable." He said.

Margaery nodded slowly in agreement. "I do not disagree, my love. But still. They're only so young, being cross with them for too long will only confuse them."

It was the same way with dogs, she'd come to realize. They could scold the dogs for things they witnessed immediately. But remaining angry and continuing to scold them long after the offense yielded no results, as the dog would only forget what he was being punished for and get confused.

Hannibal slowly softened his gaze to his young son and moved to cradle him so that he could apologize to his sister in his own way. "That is true my dear." He agreed.

Margaery smiled and kissed Hannibal's cheek as he moved to let Rhys express an apology to his twin sister. Rhys leaned back and looked to his sister, returning the gesture of touching over her arm and making his cooing sounds. Margaery smiled again and kissed her son's forehead. "Such a good boy. You didn't mean to hurt your sister."

Hannibal nodded as his children made amends with each other. He gave his son a comforting pat on his back for apologizing to his sister.

He moved to set them into their cribs. They had two of them that were connected together so that they could sleep together if they were scared. "Let us see if they will sleep." He said.

Margaery stood up with Hannibal and watched as he set the babies on their cribs. Rhys yawned and fidgeted a bit before starting to doze off. Reina cried and fussed, not liking that she'd been set down. After a few minutes and soft singing from her mother, Reina fell asleep.

Hannibal had dressed in his hunting leathers and awaited Margaery to do the same. He watched over their children and leaned down to kiss both of them tenderly before speaking in high Valerian. "I am proud of you and will keep you safe." He whispered.

He then moved to take Margaery's arm as he led her down to wear Littlefinger should be cowering at their gates. Moanna and Vhagar were sitting by their masters horses as they watched what they would be hunting carefully.

Hannibal stepped out and Littlefinger had a moment of hope in his eyes when he saw them.

Margaery changed into her fur-lined hunting leathers. She smiled as Hannibal addressed their children. Slowly she stepped up behind him and kissed his nape. Then she summoned the governess and guards to mind the children while they were out.

Happily she took Hannibal's arm and walked out to the gates. Moanna had her fangs bared and was snapping her teeth at Littlefinger. He looked up to them with hopeful eyes, but there was no pity from the Dreadfort Rose. Margaery looked down upon him with dark cruelty.

"Lord Baelish. So nice of you to visit the Dreadfort," she smiled wickedly.

Peter had been hoping that the Bolton's would help him after he was attacked. However, the beasts and the manner of their dress was quite distressing to him. "Lord and Lady Bolton, I humbly request sanctuary in your home."

Hannibal regarded the man and waited a full three minutes after he finished speaking before responding to him. "You have lost all favor from your protector young wolf. She has requested that I put you down. Or did you think it a happy coincidence that she summoned for you and you were randomly attacked....Littlefinger." He rumbled lowly.

Hannibal assisted Margaery into the saddle and then mounted his own horse. Servants strapped arrows and bows to their horses. "Loose the fox. It is time for our hunt to begin." He said before looking at Margaery. "How long should we give him for a head start?" He asked.

Margaery glanced to Hannibal, waiting silently with him during that long pause. She smiled slowly as Hannibal revealed the true hopelessness of the situation to Littlefinger. There was absolute venom in her eyes and wickedness in her smile. She reveled in the horror that rushed across his face.

She slipped into the saddle with Hannibal's help and gave him a playful smile. Moanna was chomping at the bit. She wanted to hunt, she wanted to hurt this man. Margaery clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth to keep her still. Moanna knew to obey her mistress.

When Littlefinger didn't move - stunned, at first - Margaery pulled an arrow to her bow, and with a practiced hand fired at his feet, making the man jump back like a scared deer. "He thinks this a game, I see," she replied. "He doesn't grasp the severity of the situation."

Littlefinger dropped back. He stumbled off to put distance between them. "At least five minutes."

Peter could not believe what he was hearing. He did startle at the arrow before bolting through the woods.

Hannibal chuckled at her before giving Vhagar a command to cut off the prey by scorching the ground ahead of him. They didn't want to ruin their dinner by having to kill him so quickly. Hannibal wanted him alive to know that they were consuming him.

Margaery smiled as Vhagar lifted into the air to obey the command. Moanna whined and shifted her weight, anxious to go.

"What precisely is our hunting strategy, dearest?" Margaery looked to Hannibal as her horse shifted his weight as well. Littlefinger's head start was nearly up.

Hannibal smiled to her as she spoke. "We need to be careful with our fox. Wouldn't want to ruin the meat. I intended to keep our fox alive when we begin to remove it's meat. I have not yet decided if he will be tied down to watch as we enjoy him." He said. That should be enough information for her to know not to kill him with her arrows.

Margaery looked down to Moanna as Hannibal replied. "You heard the Master, mind your fangs, Moanna." The wolf whined and even huffed a little, as though annoyed that she couldn't tear him to pieces. But, orders were orders.

Margaery looked up and smiled soon enough to Hannibal. "Time's up," and she kicked her horse off to speed after Littlefinger. Moanna bolted close behind.

Hannibal chuckled as he followed after Margaery as they began their hunt. Vhagar had made a circle of flames going around the dreadfort. Littlefinger would not be able to get very far with his dragon keeping him hemmed in.

Margaery could feel the heat of the fire even from a distance. They would have to take care to put the fire out before long. She followed Moanna's paw prints in the ground, hot on Littlefinger's trail. She found that Moanna was barking at a tree from the bottom. When she looked up, she spied Littlefinger hiding in the branches.

Hannibal smirked when he spotted Littlefinger in a tree. He stayed atop his horse and pulled his bow and arrows out. He took aim and shot an arrow just above his head. "You pup did well my dear. Treed our clever fox. How do you think we should get him down?" He asked as he drew another arrow and took aim. He would not fire, he would let Margaery take the next shot.

Moanna circled the tree when Hannibal and Margaery arrived. Margaery considered the question and smirked up at Littlefinger. "His sigil is the bird, see if he can fly," she sneered. "Cut the tree down, see what he can do." Margaery suggested.

Hannibal smirked at her words. He whistled and Vhagar landed next to him. He then commanded Vhagar to use his claws to tear through the tree until it began to fall. Hannibal had dismounted and stood ready with a rope to capture Littlefinger.

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