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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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Hannibal growled her name as he fucked her deep. He had no intention of slowing down now that he was going. If anything he grew rougher with his thrusts as he felt his cock being gripped so tightly by her walls.

Margaery, now queen as he had promised, was determined to fight and maintain her dominance. She clutched him tight between her legs and flipped him over, pinning him to the couch and bouncing relentlessly atop him. She gripped his shoulders tight as she leaned down and kissed him deep.

Hannibal growled when she managed to flip them over. His eyes filled with fire and lust as he firmly gripped her hips and slammed as deep within her as he could in this new angle. Gods she was feisty and wonderful.

Margaery's eyes met his with her own desire and passion. She dropped her hips hard as he slammed in so deep. Her entire core seized around his cock as she rode him. Margaery leaned down and kissed him hard, continuously moving her hips and moaning as he filled her so deep.

Hannibal rumbled lowly as he felt how tightly she was clinging to him. His hands gripped her hips firmly before he thrust deeply within her a few more times and filled her with his seed. He was indeed gripping her hips firmly and there might be slight bruise marks there for a day or so.

Margaery bounced down hard, taking him in deep as he thrust so hard inside her. Her body arched and she tipped her head back as she cried out. Her entire body burst with heat and tingling pleasure that shot through her. Margaery melted into him, her core serving to become one with his cock; she didn't know where he ended and she began.

Hannibal growled lowly as he remained buried deep within her. He pulled her down to press their bodies together as he kissed her deeply. He pulled back as he tenderly rubbed his thumb over her cheek. "You will tell me when you are with hold again?" He asked.

Her hands tenderly came to his chest and kissed him back. She chucked softly at his words and nodded. "Of course, my love. I will be only too happy to announce when we are expecting our next child."

Hannibal smiled as he shifted to stand and carry her to their bed. He laid her down and held her close. "I look forward to it my love." He said before he looked into her eyes. "Tomorrow we will flay those incestuious lions and put them on display on either side of the drawbridge to the red keep. They will serve as a warning to those who enter. I will have my men keep them alive for at least one week before allowing their bodies to give up." He said. "Archers will keep the crows away.

Margaery wrapped her arms around him as he carried her to the bed. She laughed as he laid her down and nuzzled her forehead against his. Margaery trembled with delight as he detailed how they would punish the Lannisters. She kissed him hard and arched her body against his. "Mmmm, if you're trying to arouse me again for a second round, lover, there's no need." She nipped his jaw. "But I do so love hearing you plan the destruction and torment of our enemies."

Hannibal smirked as he continued to hold her close. "I was telling you so that you could be more mindful of what you decide to wear tomorrow." He said. He expected her to be by his side with their children and to participate in the flaying of Cersei. He wanted her to show the people that she should not be crossed either.

Margaery smirked and kissed him deep. "Something in red perhaps? Something low cut with my back exposed - you did say once that my fashion sense was nearly trendsetting," she chuckled.

Hannibal smirked at that. "The new symbol of desire carving the old for pleasure. Quite fitting." He said as he rolled atop her and kissed her deeply.

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The next morning thousands had gathered before the gates to see the final justice being met out to the last of the Lannister's. Hannibal was wearing dark leather with hints of red in the fabric. The Lannister's were drug to opposite sides of the bridge and placed in special stands that would allow Hannibal to cut them easily. He raised his flaying blade into the air to quiet down the gathered crowed. "I want to begin by thanking all of you who were brave enough to assist in the punishment of these two. Now begins the final step of their punishment. I will leave it to you, which should loose their hide first?" He would wait to hear who the crowd wanted to see skinned alive first.

Margaery emerged from the red keep with Hannibal. She was clad in a dark red gown with dark leather detailwork and a leather corset. Rhys and Reina were held securely on her arms, clad in red with dark shirts. Margaery looked out on the crowd as they responded to his question: "Cersei! Cersei!!" They cried out.

Hannibal smirked as the choice was made. He passed the blade to Margaery as trusted servants took the children. "Would you like to cut or peel my queen?" He asked her.

Margaery smiled as she took the blade. Rhys and Reina fussed a bit as they were taken from their mother, but calmed when she didn't move out of sight. "Or? What or? I am queen, my dear. I will do both," she proclaimed with a smirk.

Hannibal smirked at her answer. He nodded and stepped aside to give her space to work to loud cheers from the crowd. He would wait until she began to peel Cersei's skin off before he began to slice into Jaime. Once his cuts were finished, he waited for Margaery to have Cersei's upper body entirely peeled before beginning to peel the skin off of Jaime. Her technique was very good with the brief amount of training she had from him.

It was not a long period of time before both Lannister's had been flayed from the neck down. Servants took the hides to clean them and begin a special tanning process after they were seen together. Hannibal was going to use their pelts as a rug to wipe his feet on at the foot of the iron throne.

Margaery had not been formally crowned Queen yet; nor Hannibal King - so her statement was rather bold. But she wasn't concerned with such things, nor did the masses seem to be. They shouted praises for Margaery as she stepped up to the trembling and broken Cersei Lannister. Margaery easily made her cuts without severing the muscles and tendons of Cersei's body. Then as she began to peel, she handed the knife to Hannibal to begin flaying Jaime. The crowd cheered wildly the whole time.

Margaery slowly peeled off Cersei's skin with minimal tears. For the most part, the skin came off in one great piece. She was proud of herself. Once they were finished and the servants scurried off with the hides, Margaery looked to Hannibal, her hands covered in blood.

The crowd was cheering wildly at the screams of pain from Jaime and Cersei. Hannibal reached out to take her hand and looked out to the cheering crowd. "I invite all of you to join in our coronation ceremonies two days from today." He said to large cheers from the crowd.

He turned to kiss Margaery on the cheek before turning to lead her and their children down and back into the castle.

Margaery took his hand and grinned as he made the announcement. Her fingers laced with his and she gave a soft smile when he kissed her cheek. It was clear that they were deeply in love.

She followed him inside and smiled as the twins reached for them. A servant held a large wash basin of water, and Margaery cleaned her hands before taking Reina in her arms. Rhys reached for Hannibal.

"Mama!" Reina cried out.

"Yes my love, did you enjoy the show?" She smiled.

"Red!" Rhys proclaimed, pointing to their hands. Margaery kissed his cheek and smiled.

"Yes, my darling. You're so clever, just like your Papa," she praised.

Hannibal smiled with pride as he washed his hands and reached out for Rhys. "Yes my son, red. That is the color we make our enemies." He said. As he reached out to take his son. He was indeed very proud of how clever he was and how quick he was to learn when they spoke to him. "Would the two of you like to join me in a meeting? You must sit very still and only listen." He said.

Rhys immediately looked eager. Reina hesitated. Margaery looked between both of them and smiled, but kept a firm tone. "Now you both must be very good for Papa if you go to this meeting. Very quiet, shhhh," she held her finger to her lips.

Reina brought a finger to her own lips and mimicked her mother. "Shhh."

"Yes, love that's right," Margaery looked between them both. "Would you like to go with Papa?"

"Go papa," Rhys buried his face against Hannibal to show he wanted to go to the meeting.

"With Papa!" Reina proclaimed, less hesitant now.

Hannibal smiled proudly before kissing Margaery tenderly. "You will sit with Mama and quietly listen during the meeting." He said.

He carried Rhys as they went to the chamber for the small council. He handed Rhys to Margaery as he pulled her chair out for her to take a seat. He claimed his seat and called for the meeting to begin.

Margaery followed Hannibal to the Small council chamber. She took Rhys when Hannibal gave him to her, then settled into her seat and smiled her thanks. Willas, named Hand of the King, seemed to be the only one there who didn't want to be. He had accepted the appointment, but felt his place was in High Garden.

Rhys and Reina both smiled and started to speak to their uncle, but Margaery shushed them and reminded them that they were to be quiet.

"Shhh," Reina remembered.

"Listen," Rhys added.

Margaery nodded, and the twins fell silent.

Hannibal looked around the table before speaking to the High Septon. "How are the preparations for our coronations proceeding?"

The high Septon bowed his head. "Everything is on schedule my Lord Bolton. Everything is being done according to the law and no living lord would have the ability to dispute your rightful claim to the iron throne."

Hannibal gave a nod of approval before looking at the sand snake. "How have the people taken this change? Are there any that are truly displeased?" He asked.

She chuckled and shook her head. "None that are willing to openly say so." She said.

Hannibal gave his nod of approval. "Ser Willas, have all of the Lords sworn their fealty or been arrested? Any word on if those I have extended the honor of being a warden have accepted?" He asked. He suspected both Sansa and the Blackfish would accept the honor as would the remaining Sand Snake. He was not certain of his warden of the east.

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