randomosity | [For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

Hannibal had wiped the spit off of his face and eased Margaery back away from Cersei as the servants shifted her legs up so that her woman good was fully exposed. They worked on forcing her entrance open very wide. Unlike Jaime, they did nothing to give her pleasure to lessen what was to come.

Hannibal turned to Margaery and leaned in to speak lowly in her ear. "I'm going to feed him a bit of her as well." He said lowly as a word of warning so that she could steel herself to seeing him reaching inside of Cersei briefly.

The servants had her opened up wide enough for his hand. They had cracked her pelvis in the process and she was screaming in pain. Hannibal took a small blade and moved his hand within her. He sliced in a neat circle just past the muscle of her womanhood. He then hooked the very tight ring of muscles that gaurded her womb to pull her womb out of her body. He set it in a bowl a servant was holding before taking the thin blade that was red hot and running it around the muscles of her womanhood in circles until he got to her entrance and removed the blade. He then inspected her womb for a moment before slicing it into small pieces as well. He then went to Jaime and taunted him by waving the bowl beneath his nose as servants forced his mouth open. "Wasn't this your favorite treat from her? I'm certain you will enjoy it even more now." He said before forcing Jaime to eat the womb and swallow it down.

The servants had put Cersei's legs back down and were forcing her to drink water so that she too would not pass out.

Margaery nodded slowly as Hannibal warned her of the torture that was to come. She squared her shoulders, briefly considered turning away, but she focused her eyes forward. She would not be so weak and squeamish as to look away.

Margaery watched as Hannibal removed Cersei's womb. It made her stomach turn slightly, but the pain and sound of Cersei's screaming made Margaery grin. It was worth it. She then watched as Jaime was forced to consume his sister's organ. Margaery grabbed Cersei's hair and yanked her head back.

"There, you see? Now you both have a piece of the other; you're forever inside one another," Margaery sneered. "At least until they turn to shit and your bodies excrete them."

Margaery's dark eyes again focused on Hannibal as she put space between herself and Cersei.

Hannibal nodded in approval at her words. He then took the hot knife and sliced Cersei's tongue out. He wanted no more of her vile words to be heard. He tossed the tongue towards Moanna, curious if she would eat it or not.

He then turned to his wife. "Is there a trophy you desire from either of their bodies my dear?" He asked Margaery as he offered the handle of a fresh blade to her. She knew not to kill either of them.

Moanna tipped her head and pawed at the tongue, but she wouldn't eat it. She could smell how vile and diseased it was.

Margaery looked to the blade, then to Cersei. She frowned, disappointed she couldn't kill them. "No...I want nothing to remain of them. If it were up to me, I'd set them on fire with wildfire and watch them burn alive."

Hannibal kissed her forehead tenderly. "They will be an example for the seven kingdoms in what happens if they cross their new King and Queen." He said before turning to the Sand snakes. "Would either of you like a trophy? My only rule is that what you desire does not kill them. I am going to flay them one limb at a time and leave them to roast just above the gate to the red keep in between flayings. They will be a perfect example of my family sigil before their proud hearts finally give out." He said. He wanted the sand snakes to know that what little remained of house Lannister would suffer greatly for all of the trouble they cause for fucking each other.

Margaery nodded and listened carefully as Hannibal addressed the Sand Snakes. Both women exchanged looks, then took the blade from Hannibal. They cut a finger from Cersei and Jaime, on which the pair had written rings they'd exchanged. A symbol on their love, pathetic. Margaery smirked at their cries of pain and cuddled in close to Hannibal.

Hannibal nodded his approval before servants moved in to cauterize the wounds. Hannibal held Margaery and nodded. "Take them out to strap them to the mobile x's." He ordered as his captain came in. Hannibal focused on his captain. "No one is to bruise, cut, maim, or kill them. Otherwise they may do as they wish." He said. His captain nodded in understanding and left to ensure the prisoners were kept alive.

Hannibal suspected the two of them would be quite filthy fromnanvarietybof nightspoil and other fluids when they were dragged into the city in the morning. Hannibal looked at the Sand Snakes and Willas. "Do any of you feel that their crimes deserve more punishment than I have planned for them?" He asked. He wanted those who had been most wronged to have a say in their punishment.

Willas and the Sand Snakes were silent. They knew the only good and safe Lannister was a dead Lannister. But they would not argue, not with a Bolton. Especially not after the scene they had just witnessed.

"If the children are older, I would suggest target practice," Margaery sat down to pet Moanna. "A few arrows that intentionally miss their mark. Just to add to their pain."

Hannibal nodded at the others and considered his wife's suggestion. "We could place the bastard lion on a target and have our children assist us as we fire arrows. We should be certain the boy wears white. That way his parents can see when he shames himself before the city." He said. He had no doubt that the cub would piss himself in fear.

Willas hesitated for a moment, but did not have a suggestion for an alternative to killing Tommen. He was a good boy, but the Lannister line needed to end.

Margaery, unlike her brother, did not remain silent. She looked to Hannibal when he mentioned Tommen and her heart broke.

"Must we? The boy has been through enough, must we shame him so?" She asked. "He already must deal with the horror that he is a bastard born of siblings, why torment him further? He's done nothing wrong, he deserves mercy does he not?"

"He doesn't," a Sand Snake snarled. "He is a Lannister, he deserves death."

Hannibal saw Margaery's reaction and considered her words. "If he surrenders his crown without a fight and all of his men stand down...I will give him the option to take the black. If he takes that path, I will give him a secret tonic that will make him infertile. The Lannister line will end." He said.

The Sand Snakes hissed slightly, but hearing that the young Bret would never be able to father children appeased them enough.

Margaery did not speak it aloud, but she figured that once the truth of his parentage truly set in, Tommen would be so overwhelmed with shock and disgust that he would likely kill himself. That would eliminate the problem altogether. He was young, after all, and if faced with the Bolton banner, he likely would be too terrified to command what little army remained to him. There was no need to take action against him, an innocent boy. She'd always liked Tommen.

Willas nodded his approval, though he did not hide his look to Margaery. He thought bet naive, and she was content in letting him think as much.

Hannibal nodded in agreement. "It is settled then. The boy will have an opportunity to surrender or face death immediately." He said.

Willas and the Sand Snakes bowed before leaving the tent as Oleanna returned with two very awake children who were reaching for their parents.

Olenna's return with the babies was a welcome sight for Margaery. She smiled and took Reina in her arms while Rhys called out "papa" over and over.

"Done arguing are we?" Olenna asked. "Just as well, my great-grandchildren did nothing but fuss since the moment they woke up. You spoil them so."

"If I want to spoil my children, I will do so, grandmother," Margaery giggled as she rubbed her nose against Reina's.

Hannibal chuckled as Oleanna huffed. "Perhaps we do spoil them a bit. However, I fully intend to train them in proper behavior when they grow older." He said as he looked at his young son. "Did you give your great-grandmother a headache?" He asked Rhys with a teasing look in his eyes.

Rhys giggled and buried his face into Hannibal's neck, silently professing his guilt. Margaery laughed and kissed Reina's little head. "And you my love? Did you upset poor great-grandmother?"

Reina giggled and tugged her mother's hair. "That's my girl."

Olenna rolled her eyes. "It starts when they're born, you realize."

"Of course, they're perfectly behaved otherwise with us, grandmother," Margaery pointed out.

Hannibal chuckled as he pulled back to look Rhys in his eyes. "Have you apologized to her yet?" He asked with a hint of sternness on his face.

Rhys tilted his head before requesting to be put down. He slowly toddled over to Oleanna to hug her skirts. "Sowy Meme." He said.

Hannibal smiled with pride and smirked at the nickname.

Reina saw Rhys apologize and held her arms out to coax Olenna closer. "Meme!" She begged.

Olenna lifted Rhys to her arms before approaching Margaery and Reina. Reina hugged her around the neck. "Sowwy..."

Margaery pouted her lips before looking up to her grandmother. "Look at those faces, how can you stay mad?" She teased.

Olenna kissed each child in turn before shaking her head at Margaery. "You're lucky they're cute."

Hannibal chuckled at that. "The gods have blessed them with their mother's beauty." He said as a complement to both his wife and the women of the south.

"Which she inherited from my family," Olenna tilted her head haughtily. Margaery smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Meme down," Rhys asked to be put down. When Olenna set him down, Rhys took a few shaky steps towards his father. He stumbled a bit, but made it to his father's side, abs he grinned in pride.

Margaery cried out in delight. "Rhys, you did so well!! So well dove, my love!!"

Hannibal tipped his head to Olenna. He smiled down to his son and pat him on the head. "Very good my son." He said with pride in his voice.

Rhys looked up at Hannibal. "Play mama?" He asked.

Reina tugged gently at her mother's hair. "Play Mama!" She echoed her brother.

Margaery chuckled and kissed Reina's cheek before looking to Rhys. "Yes darling, play what?" She knew their favorite games were peeking games and tickling games, but she was curious what he wanted.

Rhys shook his head. "Ni no, papa play mama." He said.

Hannibal knelt down to look into Rhys eyes. He then scooped up his son to play the flying game. He wanted to be sure they were both asleep. He did intend to play with Margaery later.

Olenna tilted a brow at them both as the twins proclaimed, apparently, that Hannibal play with Margaery. "Do you often 'play' with the children watching?"

"No, they are usually asleep," Margaery replied.

"Usually?" Olenna grumbled.

"Well, I can hardly control when they wake up, even if it is inconvenient," Margaery shrugged.

Reina, jealous, reached out and whined, wanting to play the flying game with her Papa too.

Hannibal set Rhys down next to Margaery and took Reina to play the flying game. They knew to take turns with this game. Hannibal continued to switch the two out as they laughed and giggled in joy with their little game.

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