[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

[tyrelltempest]

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.

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[notavegetarian]

Hannibal nodded his head as he drank down the toast with her. He smiled as he lifted a piece of the leg first, that would be far easier for her to eat first than the liver. "Enjoy my dear." He said.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery drank to the toast and then reached for her utensils. She watched Hannibal's movements and followed his lead, taking a piece of the leg first. As it was, it seemed more appetizing than the liver. Tentatively she brought the meat to her lips and ate the piece she'd cut free.

It was...surprisingly familiar. Leaner than chicken and venison, but with similar texture. Margaery remembered having bear meat at her wedding to Renly. The texture was not that different. She looked up to Hannibal and smiled.

"Expertly seasoned, as expected, my love," she praised.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled to her, looking very pleased with himself for doing well enough for her not to truly taste a difference. "Thank you my dear. The fox was quite lean indeed." He said before then taking up a piece of the liver.

[tyrelltempest]

She was hesitant to take a piece of the liver, but Margaery cut a piece and brought it to her lips. The smell was different, and when she put it in her mouth she immediately felt the difference in texture. The organ was a bit slick and almost slimy. But she chewed it, savored the sweet taste and swallowed it slowly.

"Very sweet...I didn't expect that," she nodded slowly, appreciating the flavor.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal nodded his head. "This has more flavor than the muscle. The muscle is good, lean meat. However, the best flavors are found within the body." He explained as they continued to slowly eat their meal.

[tyrelltempest]

"My experienced, worldly husband," Margaery chuckled as she ate more of the liver. She didn't finish it completely before she began eating the leg again. It was a bit easier to stomach and swallow than the liver, as it was so similar to bear meat that she'd had before. "Tell me, lover - do you have a preference?" Between animal flesh and human flesh, she meant.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal knew the true intention of her question. He gave a nod of his head to answer her. "I do indeed my love. However, my preference is far more difficult to hunt for clean meat." He gave as an explanation of what it was without directly stating it.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery was a little unnerved by his answer, but she knew he would never hurt her, nor their beloved children. "Do you intend to hunt more frequently when we take King's Landing?" She worried that such preferences would be found out easily in the capital, and that the masses would riot against them if they knew. Margaery also wondered if his preference was in truth a compulsion, and if it would overpower him one day.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled softly at that. "There is no worthy prey in King's landing, and there are none south of King's landing who have wronged me in any way to even be considered." He answered truthfully.

This habit was not a compulsion on his part. He had full control over himself and would not endanger their position by an over indulgence.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled and reached out for his hand. She squeezed her fingers around his hand, considering his words. Margaery bit her lower lip as she looked up into his eyes. "...will you...I mean, will I be enough for you? Will you grow bored? Will the children and I be enough to keep you entertained?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal saw the questions in her eyes and he slid his chair back before pulling her into his lap. He held her close as he looked deep into her eyes. "I don't see how I could possibly tire of your company my love. It will take me seven lifetimes at least to learn half of your secrets, talents, and true desires." He began.

One of his hands moved to rest on her belly. "At the rate we are going, I doubt either of us will grow tired of raising our children."

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery settled into his lap and rested her forehead against his as she listened carefully. She smirked at his teasing and nodded slowly. "It seems as though every day I learn something new of you, my love. So that goes either way."

She rested her hand over his on her belly and smiled. "Indeed, at the rate we're going, we might have a full army solely composed of our children."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled as he kissed her temple and continued to gently caress her belly. He raised an eyebrow at her words. "Are you trying to tell me we need more cribs already?" He teased.

He could see Littlefinger beginning to struggle breathing from being suspended for so long. He knew that it would not be long before he cut the man's head off to send to Jaime Lannister.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery laughed and kissed him softly. "No, dearest. Not just yet. When we conceive again, I will have to find a more creative way of telling you."

Margaery leaned in and cuddled against Hannibal as she looked up to Littlefinger. "So then, what else should we do with him, my love?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled as he held her close and kissed over her jaw slowly. "Well, I'm sending his head to the King and his parents as a sign of good faith. We can do whatever we desire with the rest." He said.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery glanced to Littlefinger and smirked at the vision of him as a head shorter. "Mmmm, that is indeed an amusing thought." Margaery kissed his jaw and nuzzled against his neck. "What would you do normally my love? Shall we butcher him proper and store his meat for later?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled to her. "We can if the flavor pleases you my love. Do you prefer the lean muscle." He asked her.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smiled and ran her fingers over Hannibal's chest. The taste of the organs was good, but the texture of the muscle was far preferable. "Yes, I do," she replied with a short nod.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled and gave a nod of his head. "Would you like to learn my love?" He asked her.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery looked up to him anxiously and nodded with all the enthusiasm of a child. "Please, I so badly want to know more about these things, the activities you enjoy."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smiled as he stood and set her on her feet. Servants came in with a large tray and a bowl filled with salt. Hannibal took a thin knife and showed it to Margaery. "First we will need to flay the skin off to better preserve the meat. Do you recall what Intaught you?" He asks her.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery slipped from his lap as the servants arrived. She took the knife and lifted it to inspect it. "I believe I do - will you guide me on the first cut, lover?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at her request as he reached around her to help guide her hand. "First let us begin by flaying his remaining leg. We should make our first cut around the top of the leg and then down the entire length of the back of his leg. From there we begin to peel the skin off." He explained.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery nodded and tested the sharpness of the blade by lightly pressing her finger to it. When blood beaded at her fingertip, she smiled and held it out to Hannibal to lick clean.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal reached out with his tongue before suckling on it gently. He helped her to press the blade into Littlefinger's leg. "The blade is quite sharp indeed my love." He said with amusement in his eyes.