[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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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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[notavegetarian]

Hannibal pulled back to force her to look deep into his eyes. "Do you trust me? Know that I will not allow our family to be harmed." He swore to her with intensity. He was a fighter and a eve man, but he would indeed uproot his greatest allies and go to Essos if he did not see a path to victory.

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Margaery looked fearful but nodded. "Yes, my love of course I trust you," she replied. She leaned in and buried her face against his chest. They could run, she knew, but surely the Walkers would follow until every last man, woman and child was murdered.

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Hannibal held her tight and kissed her temple tenderly. "I have seen them killed, but it is not an easy task. I will have my men perfecting the techniques and all of the craftsmen working night and day to make new weapons that can fight and kill them more efficiently." He said.

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Margaery pushed back to look into his eyes, shocked at his words. "What...what did you mean you've seen them killed?" She asked. Of course living so far North it would not surprise her if the threat of White Walkers was indeed more substantiated. But this was the first she was hearing of it? After having two children in the Dreadfort and having them so close to the Wall?

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal always breathed easier whenever she had some fight in her. That meant she could think more clearly once she heard all of the facts. "When I was young my father had captured one and had it chained very securely. I watched as he went through a variety of methods to kill the creature. A few years ago, whilst my men were searching for the missing Stark boys to return to Winterfell, one group ventured through the wall to follow a trail briefly. They happened across a few white walkers. They managed to capture one and disable the other to return unharmed. I personally tried a few newer techniques before finding a way to kill them that was more practical than my father's method. Any blade dipped in Valerian steel or edged with dragon glass will kill the creatures. My men have been working on harvesting as much of that material as possible. It is very rare indeed. I suspect wildfire and dragon fire would also kill the creatures; however, I am not certain of that. I suspect these things because they do not do well with fire in general and the Targaryns seemed to have these creatures well in hand with the use of their dragons. My Maester's are intently searching the libraries for any recordings of interactions with white walkers from the old days when more than one dragon roamed the skies.

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Margaery looked at him in shock as he revealed all this. "When was this? Why did you not tell me?" She exclaimed.

Margaery thought for a long moment. Dragons, dragons seemed to be the ultimate protection against anything. She wished Willas hadn't left. She made a mental note to speak with him and write their grandmother about dragons and where they had found Vhagar's egg.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal pulled her close and tilted her chin to look deep within her eyes. "You were not yet my wife when I did these experiments. I had just killed the creature the morning you first arrived at the Dreadfort. It did not seem relevant to tell you." He said.

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Margaery pouted slightly but leaned into him. "Any potential threat is of concern to me. Surely you knew this." She looked into his eyes. "If you loved me then, why would you not share the threat of White Walkers with me? Up until today I thought them only legends."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal kissed her temple. "We had far more real things to worry about and destroy first. I had thought of them as fading out. I did not think their numbers were growing. This report comes as a surprise to me." There was a trace of anger in his eyes, but it was towards himself and not her. "I have misjudged an enemy. I will ensure it does not ruin what we have built." He said.

He knew she was worried, but he did not want her to feel betrayed by his secret. He had honestly thought that it was not a great threat. He had presumed that the wall was enough in and of itself. Perhaps that was wrong.

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Margaery didn't feel betrayed. She was comforted by his words and nodded slowly. Margaery kissed him gently and nuzzled against his neck. "I know you will keep us safe, my darling."

She stepped back and took his hand. Margaery didn't want to talk about such awful things anymore.

"Shall we plan our coronation, and how we plan on celebrating?" She offered the change in topic.

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Hannibal smiled as he kissed her forehead tenderly. She had seen a rare thing indeed, him miscalculating and admitting it. He would not faulter again.

"Yes, the first discussion should be if your gown I know you ordered will be ready by then." He said. He knew she had wanted that to be a secret from him, but he had heard the whispers. "As for celebrating...you did win our wager fairly." He said as his hands moved to tenderly run over her belly. "I suspect you should speak with the Maester. You have not had your bleeding for some time." He whispered into her ear. He did indeed pay attention to those things.

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Margaery playfully smacked his hand and put distance between them. "Why don't you let me worry about my bleeding, hm?" She teased. "So nosy, your curiosity may get you into trouble."

She thought for a moment and formed a plan. "I did indeed win our wager. Fear not love, I will come to collect when it pleases me. I am indeed queen, aren't I?"

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he closed the gap between them and pressed his hips into hers firmly. "Curiosity has already gotten me into trouble." He teased as he leaned down to whisper into her ear. "You have been my queen for years. It will be official in two days." He said.

Rhys laughed, "Papa play Mama, sissy nap." He said as he reached for Reina's hand and walked towards their old crib that was in the corner of the room. Reina giggled. "Shhhh, Mama play time."

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Margaery smirked, nipping at his jaw. "Then you will have no issue taking orders from your queen, will you?"

She glanced up when she heard Rhys speak. Margaery stared after them. They were walking so well now, it was difficult for her to not drop everything and praise them. Rhys and Reina crawled into their crib and Margaery glared at Hannibal playfully.

"You taught our son to be your wingman?" She accused.

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Hannibal smirked to her at her words and her mild accusation. "I did not, he is a clever boy and had learned it on his own." He insisted as he moved to kiss along the column of her neck.

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Margaery shifted back again, even as she moaned when he kissed her neck. She smirked to him and moved towards their bed. "You think me a fool? I know our son is clever. I know you must have taught him." She sat upon the bed. "You're too clever for your own good, Hannibal Bolton."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal chuckled as he followed her to their bed. He quickly loomed over her as he kissed along the side of her neck and nipped lightly at the skin there. "You are just as clever and very bold my love. You are equally guilty in teaching them as I am." He rumbled lowly as his hands found her breasts to massage them.

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Margaery smiled up to him and gave a playful little squirm. Her arms wrapped around him and drew him closer. "Mmm, just as clever, yes. But I'm hardly one to turn our children against their father for my own means," she pointed out.

She leaned up and slipped her fingers under his doublet and felt over his chest. "Mmm...I look forward to our coronation, my love."

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked when she teased her fingers over his chest. "I can see that." He slowly lifted up her skirts to fully expose her as his lips teased along her jaw. His hands wrapped around her hips before he suddenly lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. He kissed her deeply and passionately.

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Margaery chuckled softly as he lifted her skirts and exposed her wet and wanting folds. Then as he suddenly lifted her, Margaery cried out and laughed triumphantly. She wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his neck. Margaery kissed him deep, tilting her head and nipping at his lower lip.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal reached down with one hand to free his hard cock. He rubbed it over her folds to fully harden before slipping into her. He set a hard, fast pace of fucking her deep. He grunted and growled as he continued the passionate kiss.

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Margaery squeezed her walls tight around him as he slid inside her. She moaned at the heat and hardness of his cock and pressed her breasts tight against his body. Her tongue slipped from her own mouth and into his in order to tangle with his own tongue and taste the sweet heat.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal growled into the kiss as he returned it with great passion. He increased his pace as one hand opened her gown just enough so that her breasts would be rubbing up against his still covered chest. A powerful sensation since he was wearing smooth leather with a touch of silk. His hands then remained on her hips to keep her stable.

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Margaery gasped as her breasts were suddenly freed. The sensation of his vest and doublet rubbing over her skin made her cry out in delight. Her fingers pushed through his hair and tugged slightly. Her legs tightened around his waist, while her walls tightened around his cock.

"Don't stop!" She begged. "So close..." Her fluids were dripping along his shaft as he fucked her. So deep, hitting all of her most sensitive areas.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he continued to absolutely fuck her hard and deep. He growled her name lowly as he thrust hard into her and released his seed deep within her. Gods he was thankful she was so tight.