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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"No, I know, but I-" He was already leaving. Margaery bolted after him. "Hannibal! ...Hannibal!!" But he was on Vhagar already.
If he looked back he'd see Rhys and Reina crying, and Margaery's look of hurt as she watched him fly off.
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He instructed Vhagar to fly high and into a bank of clouds. They flew through the clouds silently as they approached the twins. Hannibal kept his mount in the clouds as he assessed the castle from above to look for the most dangerous weapons to target first. Followed by the bridges to escape the castle.
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But Hannibal wouldn't find such a calm scene upon his return. Nor would he find Margaery. While he was gone, a small, silent group from the Lannister army moved in and kidnapped Margaery.
The tent was left in disarray, and the babies were crying on the cot that served as their parents' bed. Moanna, in an effort to protect her Mistress and the twins, had been badly wounded by the soldiers, but nonetheless lay beside the twins until she would see Hannibal. She whined, bleeding badly but still alive.
Margaery, on the other hand, had been dragged to Jaime Lannister at Riverrun and chained in the dungeons.
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His face was set in anger when he saw his camp in disarray. He heard crying and saw that his personal guard was missing. He was filled with rage at the sight before him. He quickly picked up his children and pet Moanna to soothe her. He summoned s Maester and the kennel master to immediately begin to mend the wolf and six more trusted wolves were brought in to comfort Moanna and to help protect the children. Hannibal saw that at least two Lannister's lie dead from Moanna alone.
His guard were in pursuit of the thieves. Hannibal held his children to comfort them as the order was given to move the camp immediately. He sent his best messenger and spy to Riverrun to wait and assist the Blackfish in a rescue attempt. He also summoned the blackfish to discuss secret entrances to the dungeons. He was going to make a grand show of a reaction like Jaime would want. He would appear to be setting up a drive and a direct attack. He wanted Jaime to think that this cowardly act would prompt him to be foolhardy...he would be terribly mistaken.
Hannibal had his entire camp moved to surround Riverrun in three days. Moanna was healing very well. Everything was prepared for the secret rescue mission. Hannibal had intentionally had his men set up the trenches to look sloppy and hurried. However, they were actually perfectly laid out so that he could sneak right up to the base of the castle underground through a series of secret tunnels dug beneath the trenches. With the help of both the Blackfish and the spy, their tunnel stopped on the other side of the wall from the dungeon hallway where Jaime was keeping Margaery.
They had loosened the bricks, but left them in place to not draw suspicion so that Hannibal with three bodyguards could enter. Hannibal had one dire wolf with him. He left Vhagar to guard Moanna and the children along with half a dozen more wolves. It was time to rescue his wife and annihilate the Lannister's.
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Margaery was similarly despondent. Jaime Lannister had ordered his men to handle her carefully, for he respected her as another Highborn. But his men had handled her roughly, and threw her into the dungeons, nearly breaking her arm in the process. Margaery had been chained too tightly, and the irons rubbed her skin raw. All she could do was sit in silence.
While she sat, she heard the bricks moving and the scraping of tools against stone. Suspicious, remembering what Ramsay Snow had done to Theon Grey joy, Margaery moved back and curled into herself against the back wall of her cell.
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He heard no sounds of men moving through the castle. He gave the signal and the diggers opened the bricks quickly. He strode through followed by his three men. They held up sheilds to keep them protected within the metal cell. He pulled out a series of keys his spy had provided. He quickly found one that unlocked her restraints. He kissed her deeply as he lifted her into his arms. "I am here, you are safe." He whispered softly into her ear.
He quickly carried her out and left his body guards and the diggers to put the wall back together and re-seal it. He did not want the Lannister's to figure out how they were able to rescue her just yet.
He carried her through all of the tunnels and straight to their tent. He set her down on their bed so that their children could see that she was alright.
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She didn't know where he was taking her, she didn't care. All she wanted was to have him hold her. Then suddenly, once they were in the tunnel, Margaery glanced up in horror.
"The twins!! Hannibal, the babies! They aren't hurt are they? I'll kill those Lannister bastards!!!" Margaery cried out.
Then, as he brought her into their tent, Reina and Rhys both cried out. "MAMA!!" They both exclaimed simultaneously. Moanna whined in relief and tried to stand and greet her Mistress, but her wounds were still tender and she fell right back down.
"Moanna!!" Margaery cried out and bolted right for the loyal direwolf.
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"We are all safe now. That golden bastard has made his last mistake." He said with gravel in his voice.
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Then came the rage.
Margaery looked up to Hannibal with darkness in her eyes. She held their babies tight, but glared darkly. "Kill him. Show no mercy. He threatened my children and hurt my dire wolf," the first gift Hannibal had ever given her.
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"We won't be safe..." she whispered, paranoia clear in her eyes. "Until that bitch shares a grave with her lover..."
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He looked forward to seeing what act of desperation she would commit. He knew of the stores of Dragonfire in King's landing. He would not send any of his military within the city, nor would he enter until he knew where all of it was located. He would not put it past her to rig the entire city to explode once his military entered the city.
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Moanna whimpered and tried to rise again. Margaery handed Reina to Hannibal so she could move easier and sat down on the floor next to the wolf. "No, no Moanna. Lie down now, you need to rest."
"Down, Mo-na!" Rhys echoed his mother's command, which made her smile and kiss his chubby cheek.
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"I should say it would be wisest to name your grandmother as my hand. She has the best knowledge of politics than any man left." He said as he kissed her temple.
He then began to stand slowly. "Why don't you accompany me with our children? Let us go an toy with the lion a bit. I'm going to demand he show you to me to prove that you are healthy...I am curious what he will do when he discovers you are missing." He said with a smirk. He would hide her away in a full uniform so that she could enjoy his anguish.
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"Grandmother wouldn't enter politics if you paid her," Margaery glanced up to him. "My brother might be persuaded, however."
She considered his suggestion and looked to the babies. "Are you certain they will be safe? I don't want them so close to that Lannister..."
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He then sat to a bit to look deep into her eyes. "They will be with me. That bastard won't get near them." He promised.
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"I am certain my brother would welcome the opportunity until such time as my father's passing. Then his duty would lie with High Garden," she replied.
She was apprehensive about letting the children be so near an enemy army. They were defenseless - easy prey were it not for their parents. "I don't know...they're still so little Hannibal." So vulnerable.
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She could see the fear in his eyes, and she carefully balanced Reina in her lap while reaching up with one hand to cup his cheek.
"I will take greater care in the future my love," she vowed. "I should have been better prepared. I should have been on my toes. They shall not get the drop on me again, I promise."
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She'd heard from her grandmother that the Sand Snakes were strong female assassins. Silently she made the goal to herself to be more like them.
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Hannibal strode out to a high point close to Riverrun. There was a protective barrier and his men had shields at the ready to cover him if they were attacked. He spoke loudly and clearly. "I demand to see that my wife is alive and unharmed." He began.
He would wait for five minutes before making his first threat. Margaery was standing behind him and their children were sleeping peacefully in a fortified crib well behind the barrier and quite safe during the parlay.
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Margaery followed Hannibal out, easily passing as another guard. She watched the turrets of Riverrun carefully. Margaery was relieved that the children were secured in a crib and away from the danger.
Several minutes passed, but she heard no response from Jaime.
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In the end he was going to kill all three, but he wanted to strike fear in the Lannister army. He had a plan in mind to annihilate the army with very little bloodshed from his men. A sand timer was set and Hannibal began to look over the arrangement of knives to choose which he would begin with. All three of the young men were stripped down to their undergarments.
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