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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 smiled and lifted Rhys in her arms. "Indeed, besides, they'll only be this little for a short time, I intend to enjoy it!"

"Not little," Rhys proclaimed, puffing his chest. "BIG brother!"

"Of course, darling," Margaery kissed his cheek.

Hannibal smiled as he nodded in agreement. "Yes you are son. You are a big brother." He said as he held onto part of his family. "We look forward to seeing you both grow so big and strong and to help your younger sibling.

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Months passed slowly. The twins grew older and were easily walking and talking now. Rhys went to more meetings of the Small Council. Reina attended more teas with her great-grandmother. All the while, Margaery and the baby dragons grew bigger. As the dragons grew, the more of a nuisance they became to Vhagar, who growled frequently, but loved them all the same. Margaery, as her due date came near, began to grow sick. She was in bed most of the time, and found it difficult to move.

Olenna blamed the stress of the court, and recommended that Margaery return to High Garden to rest. She agreed. Willas remained in the capital to handle the King's business, much to his chagrin. He would have preferred to stay with his sister.

Hannibal was glad to see his extended family growing so well. The dragons were growing quickly and took to their training well. Hannibal would train them and then his children would work with their dragons. Hannibal was happy to see that Roose took to his training well and always seemed to be near Margaery.

He had noticed how much pain she seemed to be in. He agreed that some time away from court might be best for her. He went with her down to Highgarden along with their children and family pets. He was not going to leave the dragons unattended for who knows how long.

Once they were settled he smiled to her as he brought her some warm broth to drink. "Do you remember the first time we were here? I believe we set our first record of mattresses we ruined." He teased.

They were in her old bedroom at Highgarden. Margaery lay in bed, Roose rested his head across her swollen belly. The Maester had already come and gone and told her to stay in bed. Her due date was soon at any rate, and with Amy luck, this would be over.

She took the offered broth and drank carefully. Margaery smiled to Hannibal and held his hand. "We did. And I'm very certain that our twins were conceived here." It was a comfort to her, knowing that a piece of her home was with her babies.

Hannibal chuckled as he eased next to her on the bed and wrapped his arm around her. "I do not doubt that. I suspected I had planted them in your womb on our wedding night. Although, our picnic in the gardens is equally likely." He said before tenderly kissing her temple.

Margaery smiled and offered some of the broth to Roose, who drank a little but left the rest for her. "So then," Margaery stroked over her belly. "What do you suspect? A girl or a boy?"

Hannibal smiled as he kissed her temple tenderly. "I suspect another daughter." He said with a smile.

Margaery gave him a sharp look. "And why is that? Because i am having such difficulties you assume we are to have another girl?" She teased.

Hannibal smiled as he tenderly kissed her temple and shook his head. "No, I was simply agreeing with our son that you are carrying a daughter. I did not mean it in that fashion." He said honestly as his lips found hers to kiss her tenderly. He had been less afraid this time to show his passion for her later into her pregnancy.

His free arm shifted to brush over her breast slowly as he pulled back from the kiss. "You know you need only ask and I can try to start the process like last time." He said.

Margaery laughed and kissed his jaw. "You're mixing up your own children. Reina said it would be a girl. Rhys said it would be a boy."

She caressed a hand over his chest and smirked up at him. "Oh, so gallant, my knight. You come to relieve me of the suffering you wright within my womb to begin with." She laughed teasingly.

Hannibal grinned when she caught his intentional error. He smiled widely at her comment as he puffed out his chest. "Indeed, I am quite galant . I could never leave a woman as beautiful as you in need." He said as his hand gave one of her sensitive breasts a firm squeeze.

Margaery gasped softly as he squeezed over her breast. She leaned in and kissed him deep. Roose knew to move when they started playing in this manner, and scurried to a small bedding area on the floor. As she reached for his doublet and pulled him closer, Margaery looked into Hannibal's eyes with a mischievous gleam. "Oh, I nearly forgot. I read something rather interesting in the family archives. Would you care to hear?"

Hannibal had shifted so that she could better feel his strongman body pressed up against hers as he returned that deep kiss. He pulled back when she did and raised an eyebrow as he looked into her eyes. "What is it you and your grandmother have discovered?" He asked with a teasing wink.

Margaery pouted and leaned back a bit. She looked up at him and gave a playful nip at his lip. "Must you be so nosy? I had hoped to surprise you. I suppose you already know what we found then?"

Hannibal barked out a laugh. "So she did help you! No, I do not know what you found. However, I was right that she assisted you in finding something interesting." He said. He had done his own research, but it was incomplete.

Margaery pouted again and smacked his chest. She glared at him for a long moment and stuck her nose in the air. "Maybe I don't feel like telling you anymore!" she proclaimed.

As if in protest, the baby gave a sharp kick.

Hannibal chuckled at her wounded pride, but quickly moved in to comfort her once she reacted to the painful kick. "Are you alright? Is the baby coming?" He asked her with concern.

Margaery relaxed a moment, running her hand over her belly and bringing Hannibal's hand to rest over the section where the baby had kicked. "I'm fine, the baby's not ready just yet. Evidently protesting my keeping secrets from his father," she looked up into his eyes. "Grandmother and I were reading. We found some ancient records of Targaryen lineage. ...Can you guess what we found written upon the scrolls?"

Hannibal chuckled but his eyes glittered in delight at her words. "Something in the Targeryn line? What is it you have found?" He asked. He had been searching his own lineage, but had not thought to look through a different house for a greater connection.

Margaery took his hand in hers, lacing their fingers as she nuzzled against his neck. "There was a Targaryen ancestor, Aenar. He reportedly had a child with a woman generations back. A Bolton woman." She looked into his eyes with determination. "Do you understand what that means?"

Hannibal tilted his head to the side when she mentioned that Targaeryn name. He recognized the origin ancestor of that great house, his father had taught him well after all. His eyes widened a bit at this news. "What was her name?" He asked. His family's history seemed to have inaccuracies. Some of his ancestors seemed to have lived for far longer than was considered natural.

Margaery loved it when he had his full attention like this. She had information that he didn't, and she loved it. She smirked and leaned in to whisper the name. "Elaena," she replied.

Hannibal was indeed very focused on her as he listened. His eyes widened when he heard that name. "My father spoke of her. She was my great-great-grandmother." He said. Those words sank in quickly. "That makes my house a direct descendent of house Targaeryn." He said.

Margaery grinned and nodded vehemently. "That means you have a legitimate claim to the throne!" One that not even the dragon queen could take away from him. Margaery leaned in and kissed him deep.

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