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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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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Hannibal found it amusing that Jaime's first argument was his treatment. He held a blade in his hand as he turned to look at the lion. "You are requesting that I treat your cousins in the same manner you have treated my wife?" He asked.
Jaime hesitated before agreeing.
Hannib gave a nod before turning and slowly slicing into the first cousin. He cut expertly and broke bones rapidly. He then reached into the screaming man as he slowly began to pull his heart out for Jaime to see. He slowly crushed the muscle in his hand until the young man died. He then tore the muscle out and dropped it at the dead body's feet. "That is what you did to my wife when you kidnapped her like a thief in the night away from her young children." He said cooly.
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But she remained silent, looking to Hannibal with pride and delight as they tormented Jaime without him being fully aware of his helplessness. He couldn't retaliate. They had him at their mercy.
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Hannibal was very amused at Jaime's reaction. He spoke so that the men on the wall along with his own men could hear him. "He must hate these cousins of his. I did not know he had the capability to hate his own blood so much. After all, he loves his sister so dearly..." He said before walking to the bound man in the middle. He was so scared he had pissed himself. Hannibal tapped the blade across his chest. "Perhaps I could use some of your cousin to give you breasts like the Queen. Then perhaps he will care enough for you to stop toying with me." He said before turning back up to Jaime. "I ask again, where is my wife? You are stalling and it makes me suspicious that she has not been treated well at all." He said.
Jaime frowned at those bold words from Hannibal. He heard some rumblings behind him, but he turned to see if anyone had something for him to show Hannibal. "Those words could be considered treasonous, I will remind you to watch your tongue when speaking of the royal family."
Hannibal allowed his face to twitch in anger. He turned to the one in the middle. He sliced expertly and quickly. Two servants moved in to assist as he flayed his cousin's entire body in five minutes. He was screaming in absolute agony, but was still very much alive. Hannibal inspected the skin before tossing it to his servants. "Clean and tan his hide. We will send it to the Queen with a message so that she knows how little her liver cares for their kin other than her." He said before turning to face Jamie again. "Where is my wife?"
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The way Jaime's expression faltered and how he was clearly scrambling for something to use or say, it was incredibly satisfying. Margaery glanced to the babies to make sure they were safe. Then she looked up again to observe Jaime.
Hannibal was toying with him, playing the game as an expert player. Margaery was ready to swoon. Truly she had married a man with power and wit enough to bring the world to its knees. He would give her anything she wanted at her whims. And she loved him for it. He was her King, now more than ever.
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Hannibal had genuine rage fill his eyes at that. He knew his trap was firmly in place. He set the knife down and knew his hidden archers were taking aim as instructed. "Vhagar!" He shouted. His archers released their arrows and killed all of Jaime's commanders who were gathered around him for the parlay. Vhagar burst from the ground and flew across the castle to snatch Jaime Lannister with his claws. He would fly the Lannister back to the center of the camp where he would be disarmed and restrained until Hannibal had returned.
Vhagar returned and sat at Hannibal's side as he looked at the castle filled with Lannister men and no leaders. "All of those who lay down their arms will be shown mercy." He said as he moves to the third Lannister cousin who was uninsured and cut him free. He then moved to stand between the dead and dying men. "Those who wish to fight...I do wonder how many beds in the red keep could use a nice hide rug." He mused aloud.
"I give you one hour to lower the drawbridge and surrender. After that...draconis." Vhagar let loose a burst of flame to roast the dead body before eating it. He then licked the flayed man before eating him one limb at a time so that the men in the castle would be terrified.
The men inside needed only until the drawbridge fell to surrender. They tossed their weapons into the water around the castle and stripped down so that they would not be seen as armed. Hannibal's men moved them into a specific area that had been set up for this. Once the castle was emptied, the Blackfisj and his forces moved in to ensure the castle was cleared. Hannibal's men pinned in the Lannister army in a circle and used their spears to slowly press into the mob of men to kill them.
The mighty Lannister army had been decimated in a matter of hours without any major damage occurring to the castle itself.
Hannibal assisted Margaery on removing the additional armor and also collecting their children. They walked to the one prisoner that was still breathing. He gave a hard look to Jaime Lannister. "I promise to make you suffer more than I made your man suffer." He said.
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Margaery smiled in pride and watched as Vhagar did his good work. Hannibal's threatening presence and tone were enough to make her melt. She watched every moment and never looked away. When Hannibal helped her remove the excess armor, Margaery felt better, more like she was able to breathe. When they collected the children, both scrambled for their mother and begged to be picked up, relieved that she was safe and we'll after not seeing her for a while.
Margaery held them both and carried them beside Hannibal. She kissed Rhys' forehead and looked up to Hannibal. "Perhaps you should take our son, my love. He needs to know the duties of a Bolton man, after all." What would be expected of him, what skills he was expected to have.
Margaery looked upon Jaime Lannister with a smug coolness. "My lord Lannister," she bowed theatrically.
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Hannibal held Rhys as he took a few steps towards Jaime. "Look my son. This is what a defeated warrior looks like. Soon you will see what a broken man looks like." He said as Rhys looked at the man.
Hannibal chuckled at those words. "You will die Jaime; however, your grievances are far too great to earn you an honorable or quick death. No.....I will take my time to kill you. You will beg for death long before I grant it. You and your whore of a sister will be used as examples of my wroth." He said.
He then turned to his wife. "What piece of him should we send to her as a present?" He asked her.
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Reina watched with interest and wiggled a little as she looked over to Jaime and her father.
"Papa," she pointed.
"Yes my love," she nodded and kissed Reina's forehead.
Margaery considered his question and smiled. "Something she'll recognize immediately, if not his head. Something that will make her feel the pain of loss that she has made others feel. His cock? His remaining hand? His face, perhaps?"
Margaery smiled wickedly and nuzzled Hannibal's upper arm.
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Rhys was happy that his father was letting him help. He touched an eyebrow. "I!" He said.
Hannibal chuckled with pride. "Very good son! I think one eye along with his other hand is perfect." He said.
He stood as he handed Rhys back to Margaery. Hannibal moved to Jaimie and pulled on his whole arm hard enough to dislocate the limb so that it hung loose in his bonds. He then went to collect a red hot sword with thick gloves on. He made a clean slice through the shoulder to completely remove the arm and to seal the cut so that he would not bleed to death. He then pressed the hot blade against his main torso to better seal the cut to ensure that he would live.
He then looked to Margaery. "Which eye should I take? The right or the left?" He asked.
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Impressed, Margaery kissed Reina's head and smiled, wanting to encourage her daughter. "Mouth, love. You think we should send her his lips?"
She glanced up to Hannibal and smiled. "His left eye, I think. And your daughter would like you to send Cersei his lips." Margaery bounced their daughter in her arms and Reina smiled happily. Still, Jaime's cries of pain made the children squirm a bit. They didn't like it.
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He then summoned his Lannister spy. "Deliver this to the whore who is wearing the crown. Tell her that Lord Bolton sends tokens of peace. If she desires mercy, she will send token of kind from her bastard son who falsely wears the crown." He said. He would send a raven as well.
The spy nodded and bowed low. He would not falter in his task, even though delivering these tokens in such a manner would likely end in his death...it was safer at her hands than the hands of his master.
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Reina, overjoyed at the sight, once her father was done, reached out and whined for him. "Papa! Paaaaaaapa!" She cried out.
Margaery chuckled and held the babies tight, but stepped closer and let Hannibal take their daughter. Reina wanted a closer look at the man her father was torturing, truth be told. She wanted to see that power up close. "She wants to see how strong her Papa is," Margaery chuckled.
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Reina smiled and cuddled against her father, wrapping her arms around his neck before looking to Jaime. "Trap!" She exclaimed. For added emphasis, she snapped her jaw like Moanna taking a bite. She had only a few teeth so far, still being young, but he effect was the same. "Trap by Papa!"
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"Mmm, a good idea," she replied. She looked to their children. "And I'm sure the two of you are hungry, yes?"
"Hungry, Mama!" Rhys confirmed. Reina nodded enthusiastically.
"Come then, let's go see Moanna," she started for the tent.
"Mo-na! Moooo-na!" Reina chanted over and over as they started back.
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He smiled as his family was safe and whole again. He set Reina down so that her and her brother could be fed. He kissed Margaery on her temple. "The final trap is nearly set. Soon we will be in King's landing to unseat that whore."
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Moanna whined before she saw her Mistress, and settled when everyone entered the tent, happy her pack was together again.
"One thing, love," Margaery began as she undid her dress a bit and revealed her breasts. The babies were big enough now that she could only feed them one at a time. Rhys went first, Reina pouted. "What of the Wildfire stores beneath King's Landing?"
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