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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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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."

Hannibal smirked before he swept her off of her feet and carried her to their bed. "Indeed I have and I look forward to christening our new room in the red keep tomorrow night. However, I look forward to playing tonight as well." He said with a low rumble.

Margaery laughed as he lifted her. She nuzzled his nose as he set her down. "Now you have everything you've set your eyes on. The crown, the Iron Throne, the Seven Kingdoms." She kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Hannibal chuckled at that as he kissed along her neck. "You are the greatest prize I ever set my eyes on." He says as he looked deep within her eyes.

Margaery smiled, reaching up to push the hair from his face. She kissed him deep and pressed her body against his and traced her fingers over his shoulder. "I love you," she whispered. "Now then, I believe there was talk of play?"

Hannibal smiled. "I love you Margaery." He whispered as he kissed along her neck slowly. There was a playful look in his eyes as he moved to kiss and nip over the exposed skin he had access to.

"Indeed, the game is for you to lie very still. I can always restrain you if your self control might wane." He said as his hands slid behind her to slowly work on loosening her dress as she remained on her back. He was going to undress her slowly without her assistance.

Margaery smiled and arched her body against his as he began to undress her. She nipped his lower lip as he kissed her. When he kissed her neck, she tilted her head back to give him more skin.

"Mmm you may have to restrain me," she chuckled as she tugged gently at his hair.

Hannibal chuckled when she tugged his hair like that. "Do I truly wear your self control down to nothing?" He taunted her as he finished removing her dress and tossing it off to the side. His mouth was on her collarbone immediately as he nipped and nibbled along the thin skin there as his hands moved over her sides to remove everything else she was wearing save her underwear. Those he was planning on removing with his teeth.

"Why bother with self control when I can have indulgence?" Margaery countered, giggling softly as he undressed her. Her back arched to offer him her skin once again, moaning softly at the sensation of his lips and teeth over her skin. Her nails dragged over his biceps and she made a move to undo the clasps and laces of his doublet to undress him in turn.

Hannibal chuckled and didn't make a move to restrain her yet. He smirked up at her. "You will enjoy this more if you restrain yourself a little." He rumbled lowly as he began to kiss and nip along the center of her body.

Margaery smiled and moaned softly as he kissed along her body. "Ohh...yes..." she whispered. "Mmm, if only I could, I'm a spoiled woman of the South, you see. I'm not used to holding back, darling," Margaery chuckled as her fingers tugged at the laces of his trousers to get them open.

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