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[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.

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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.

Olenna waved them off and rolled her eyes once again.

"Very well then, I'll leave you two to celebrate the victory," she chuckled. "It's not every day one overthrows a regime and takes over an empire."

Olenna kissed Margaery's cheek and smiled. "I'm proud of you."

She left and Margaery was finally able to fully grasp the situation. "...we truly did do this, didn't we?" She said in disbelief.

Reina and Rhys giggled, but let Hannibal place them in their bed as Olenna left. He tucked them in and kissed their foreheads. "Now, don't let mama see you are awake until morning." He said as they nodded and giggled.

He then turned to his wife and pulled her close. He smiled as he kissed her forehead tenderly. "We have indeed. At very little loss of life for our forces. All that is left is for those in the red keep to surrender." He said.

Margaery smiled as he put their happy babies to bed. Then as he came close she nuzzled against his neck.

"Could you have ever imagined this?" She looked into his eyes. "Could you have ever imagined doing this?" She wondered if he would have done this alone without her. How successful he might have been.

Hannibal smiled as he kissed her tenderly. "I did, but I never imagined it would be this easy. You and your multiple gifts to me have made this a much easier task than I had originally thought." He praised referring to their children and Vhagar.

Margaery smiled and kissed him back. "You're too kind, my love. I always knew I would be queen, but I could never envision it. Not before I married you." She smiled and kissed him deep. "You've made good on your promise. And for that I thank you in turn."

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