randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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.

Margaery watched as Vhagar knocked the tree down. She notched two arrows and moved her horse as the tree fell. She was ready, ready to shoot if Littlefinger managed to find some way to run. When the tree hit the ground Littlefinger did indeed try to run. But Margaery aimed abs hit him square in the ankle, knocking him down.

Hannibal chuckled as he tossed the rope and lassoed Littlefinger around his chest and beneath his arms. He tied the other end of his rope to his saddle. "Well shot my love!" He praised Margaery.

He then went to Littlefinger and removed the arrow. He then tied the man's wrists together and tied that so that his hands would be above his head if he stumbled or fell. "Quite the successful hunt. Let us return home for dinner." He said with a dark glint in his eyes that should make Littlefinger very uncomfortable.

Margaery smiled, beaming from ear to ear in glee from the praise and from her shot. She winked at Hannibal and reached down to stroke Moanna's head. The wolf nipped at Littlefinger until Margaery scolded her.

"After such a hunt, I am indeed famished," she replied, kicking her horse after Hannibal to pursue him back to the Dreadfort.

Hannibal lept onto his horse before looking over his shoulder at Littlefinger. "Don't drag your feet fox." He warned before beginning to ride off to the Dreadfort at a medium pace.

He looked forward to seeing if Littlefinger would be able to keep up or if he would be drug.

Margaery rode ahead of Hannibal, letting him see her full, luscious figure as she sat astride in the saddle. Littlefinger managed to keep pace for a while, but lost his footing on a tree root and fell, forcing Hannibal to drag him back to the Dreadfort.

The pair were greeted affectionately by the staff and maids, who informed Margaery that the babies were crying to be fed again. Margaery commanded for them to be brought to her, as she had dinner to eat as well. She would feed them then.

Hannibal enjoyed the view she presented before assisting her to dismount. He looked to his servants. "Prepare a fire and a spit in the dining hall. I will be cooking dinner for my family personally." He said as the servants bowed and left to follow his commands.

Margaery wrapped her arms around Hannibal as she dismounted. She gave a flirtatious little grin as she removed her gloves.

"Mmmm, a roast sounds wonderful, my love," she praised him. "Succulent may roasted on a spit over an open fire. My mouth is already watering."

Hannibal chuckled at that as he nodded his head in agreement. "Indeed my love. Now, go on inside while I begin preparations." He said.

He would lead Littlefinger within the Dreadfort. A chain from the ceiling had been brought low and Hannibal had strung the rope binding his hands through the chain and raised him up so that his feet were just above the ground where he could not support his weight with his own feet.

Hannibal moved to look over the knives he had been provided as servants moved in to remove all of the clothing from Littlefinger save his small clothes. The fire was already burning as Hannibal contemplated which piece of meat would be best for their dinner.

Rhys and Reina were brought to Margaery, and once they were in her arms their wailing calmed. Reina snuggled into her mother, apparently content with being held, while Rhys stuck out his tongue and smacked his lips, hungry. Margaery revealed one breast to let him feed while she carefully followed Hannibal. She sat down in a chair to let Rhys feed steadily while Reina slept.

"Not much to offer," she looked over Littlefinger. "But the Spider would have been all fat anyway."

She was tentative about consuming another person. The gods punished such behavior, did they not? But she trusted her husband. Besides, she was curious.

Hannibal was pleased that she was interested in partaking with him. It showed a fair amount of bravery on her part to choose to join him in this dark act.

Hannibal gave a nod of agreement to her before turning to look over Littlefinger carefully. "That is a good point my love. However, he will be nice, lean meat." He said as he moved in behind Littlefinger. He slowly slipped a blade into his back to prevent him from kicking about.

He then moved around and began to touch over his lean legs to see how much meat was there. He gave the leg a firm tug to dislocate it. A hatchet that had been heated red hot was given to Hannibal. He used it to cleanly slice the leg off and prevent Littlefinger from bleeding out.

Hannibal then gave the leg to the servants to shave the hair off. Once it was prepared, he gave an order to put a special blend of spices upon the skin before placing it on the spit to begin roasting.

Hannibal then returned to Littlefinger. He knew that the liver was a delectable treat. However, he was not certain if his wife would taste that sweeter meat. He turned to look at her while the leg was slowly roasting. "Does that look satisfactory to you my love? Or would you like a sweet treat as well?"

Margaery didn't mind it when Hannibal cut the leg away from Littlefinger. Nor did the man's cry of pain disturb her. She allowed Rhys to finish his meal before setting Reina in a smaller, more portable crib that the servants had brought. She then lifted Rhys to her shoulder and burped him.

When the servants brought back the leg and set it up to roast, that was when her stomach turned a bit. Margaery had not been expecting such a thing to bother her. Suddenly all the scents that made her sick during her pregnancy made her I'll again, and she had to set Rhys down in the crib. She commanded water from a servant and drank it down.

Only then did she look up to Hannibal and consider his question. She didn't want to appear weak. She wanted to be the strong, cruel ice queen of the Dreadfort. Margaery smiled and again looked to the leg. Was it truly so different from roast lamb? "It looks tasty enough. But sweet treat? You have me curious."

He had obviously done this before to know what cuts to make and what each section might taste like. That made Margaery nervous for the first time in a long while.

Hannibal could see the discomfort from her in how she sat. He strode over to her to kiss the back of her hand and then kissed her deeply. He pulled back to speak lowly to her. "I do not want you to be uncomfortable." He said. He was not going to fault her for not desiring more.

Margaery smiled and kissed him back. She frowned though when he spoke. Had she been so transparent? Margaery was disappointed in herself. She shook her head and looked st him, determined. "I will stay, I will do this," she insisted.

There would be no doubt that the Lady Bolton was just as strong as her husband. She would be feared and respected just as much as Hannibal.

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