randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Jamie watched in mild horror as the first of his cousins was brutally mirderes. He heard a few of his men gagging behind him at the sight. It was indeed quite gruesome, he held up his hands as a form of an apology and told his men not to retaliate to that. "You make a fair point Lord Bolton. Now, why don't you let my other cousins go? They are just boys after all." He said. He doubted Hannibal would, but it would not hurt to ask.

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?"

Margaery knew the skin would matter little to Cersei. She loved Jaime. She would burn the world for Jaime. If they sent her Jaime's hide or Jaime's head, she would react. She would mourn bitterly. She would break.

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.

Jamie visibly blanched when his cousin was flayed and remained alive. All of his men turned and retched around him when they realized that he was still alive. He realized then that this parley was a mistake. Hannibal had now struck fear into his men. He tightened his jaw as he looked at the man. "You are quite impatient Lord Bolton. I did not think you would be as rash as your half brother." He said as a jab.

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.

The second Jaime compared Hannibal to Ramsay, Margaery knew there was no saving him. He was doomed. She smiled when Hannibal called for Vhagar. The twins stood in the fortified crib and laughed, pointing up. "Va-ga!! Va-ga!!" They were only about a year old, they couldn't form the full name yet on their tongues, but they recognized their draconian brother.

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.

Jaime was rendered speechless when he saw Margaery next to her husband. He immediately felt like a fool. He should have know Hannibal was toying with him. He had heard the drawbridge open and heard the screams of his men for mercy. He felt utterly defeated. they had stripped him bare except for his small clothes and they had been removed his golden hand. He looked up at the pair and felt fear race down his spine as he recognized his means of death standing before him. "Then be done with it and kill me then."

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.

Margaery held Reina up so that she could see. "You look too my love," she whispered. "Look and see, that is what an enemy looks like. This is the fate of all who stand against us."

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.

Hannibal smirked as he approached the bound man slowly. "I think you are right my dear. We should send her some things that will make her feel a sense of loss. I agree that we should send her his other hand. Then her great protector won't be able to save her or hold her anymore." He moved down so that Rhys could touch his face. "Which part of his face should we send her as well my son?"

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.

Margaery took Rhys and rocked him in her arms. Reina fussed, feeling left out, and pointed. "Mouf!"

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.

Hannibal smiled as he set a small blade into the flame to heat it up. He then, very carefully, sliced off his lips while sealing the cut at the same time. He set the lips aside before getting a long, metallic spoon. He forced Jaime's left eye open as he pressed the spoon into his eye starting from the inside corner. He moved the spoon slowly around the eye before popping it cleanly out of his head. He then sliced the fibers holding it to fully separate the eye. He held it up before summoning some servants with a special box to hold parts. He placed the lips and eye very carefully into the box before chopping off the hand from the arm and placing it within the box as well.

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.

Margaery watched, and made sure the babies watched as Hannibal methodically cut off the pieces of Jaime. Carving out the eyeball made her a little nervous. But she watched. Rhys watched, Reina watched. Margaery watched as Hannibal set them into the box. She reached down and adjusted a few things and how they were placed in the box before it was sealed.

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.

Hannibal nodded his approval and smiled to his daughter as he took her into his arms and kissed Margaery on her temple gently. "Just like her mother." He said as he held his daughter close. "This is what a man who did not see the trap until it was too late looks like." He said.

Margaery smiled and held their son with both arms. "Watch your Papa, watch how he moves, my little one. You'll be a man one day soon," she kissed Rhys' head. "But not too soon, your Mama hopes."

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!"

Hannibal chuckled at her demonstration. "Very good Reina." He praised her before signaling for his servants to lock Jaime away. They were instructed to make sure that he was well fed and had plenty of water, even if they had to force it down his throat. He then turned to his wife and nodded towards their tent. "We should go back to our tent. I'm sure Moanna will feel better seeing us all return after the sounds of battle." He said.

Margaery watched as the guards took Jaime away. She smiled, satisfied and confident in their victory. His torment would come later. When Hannibal suggested they go back to their tent her eyes lit mischievously.

"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.

Hannibal saw that light in her eyes and was curious as to what she had in mind. He walked with his family and entered their tent. Vhagar curled around the outside of their tent. He gave the signal for his men to work on filling in the trenches and beginning to pack up camp. They would begin their march to King's Landing in the morning.

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."

"Not a moment too soon," Margaery replied as she sat upon the bed and set Rhys down near his sister so she could prepare to feed them. Slowly the children were being weaned off her milk, but they were still young yet.

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?"

Hannibal watched with a small amount of jealousy in his eyes when he saw his children getting access to her breasts.

He focused in on her words and gave a nod of his head. "The Maester's say that they know how to add a chemical to it that would cause it to not ignite. They saved a few of our captured enemies that we will test if their chemical works or not on. If this chemical works, I will send those who desire to join our elite assassin squad I am beginning to form. To prove their loyalty and skill, they will sneak into the city and neutralize the storehouses." He said.

Margaery saw that pang of jealousy and gave him a teasing, scolding look. When Rhys was fed, Margaery burped him and then took Reina to the opposite breast.

All the while she listened to Hannibal's idea. She smiled.

"An excellent stroke of good fortune," she replied. "It's the one advantage she believes she has, if we take it away, all hope is lost for her." Margaery took pleasure in that thought.

Hannibal nodded in agreement. "They have a small amount and a large cauldron to test. The only thing that concerns me is that their compound will not disperse through the larger containers. If their chemical neutralizes it like they claim. We can burn it and it will not explode. My spies will neutralize and burn all of it to ensure that it is safe for us to enter." He said.

"Should make for an interesting light show, if nothing else," she smiled playfully. Trying to ease his mind with some levity.

Once Reina was finished, both children seemed milk-drunk and sleepy. They were put to bed and soon fell asleep. Margaery turned slowly to Hannibal and pressed against him.

"And now my love," she purred. "You are all mine." That said, she pushed his chest to make him fall back to the bed.

Hannibal chuckled as he nodded his head in agreement. "Indeed it will."

He watched as she put their children to bed. He watched as she approached and found her mood quite curious. He fell back upon the bed and used his elbows to remain propped up as he regarded her with dark desire. "Am I now? What is it you have in mind?" He asked.

Margaery straddled him and pinned him down to the bed by his shoulders. Her grin was dark, and mischievous. "To take full advantage of you, of course," she replied. Margaery kissed him deep and hard, full of intent. "As I said darling, you are mine. I intend to start practicing asserting my absolute power as queen."

Hannibal was quickly growing hard at her spirit. He rumbled lowly as his hands moved up to grope and squeeze her breasts firmly as he allowed her to remain atop him for the moment. "You are just now starting that? I will keep that in mind." He rumbled teasingly.

Margaery growled softly and grabbed his wrists, using all her strength to pin them to the bed. Of course, he could resist her, and his strength was greater than hers. But she tried to pin him all the same and smirked down at him. "Did I give you permission to touch?"

Hannibal's eyes lit with dark arousal when she used her full strength to attempt to pin his wrists. He allowed it for now, curious as to what she would do. He leaned forward to nip at her jaw and neck playfully. "Permission? What would you do to me if I touched you exactly where your body melts into pleasure?" He rumbled lowly.

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