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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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.
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"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."
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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.
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"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."
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The Sand Snakes hissed slightly, but hearing that the young Bret would never be able to father children appeased them enough.
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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.
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Willas and the Sand Snakes bowed before leaving the tent as Oleanna returned with two very awake children who were reaching for their parents.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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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."
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"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!!"
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Rhys looked up at Hannibal. "Play mama?" He asked.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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"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.
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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.
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"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.
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