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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 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.

Hannibal sat up for a moment as the full weight of this information crashed over him. He turned to look at her. "We need exact copies of these documents and we need them sent to every Maester with a full set of chains. I want this verified so that there can be no contestation." He paused after a moment to turn and look at his wife. "Once it is verified, then I will send a raven to my niece to invite her for a visit." He said. He would need to verify if through the family lines she was a granddaughter of some level or a niece, but he would have the superior rank.

Margaery laughed softly. "Already calling her your neice? Recall that there are those who think her as mad as her father, calling her an ally may work against you, my king."

She reached out and brought his hand to her lips, kissing softly over his knuckles. "Then you are pleased with this news? We will have only the most trusted servants copy the documents. The originals shall remain in Highgarden."

Hannibal smiled as he pulled her close to kiss her deep. "That is true, but I should not make the only other person who has tamed dragons my enemy. I will strive to keep her in Essos." He said. Although, having her for an ally should they need her for the battle to keep the wall secure would be helpful. 7 dragons could be the assistance they needed to kill the white walkers.

Margaery smiled as she kissed him back. She pressed into him as her eyes glinted mischievously. "For now, would you care to show me how a Targaryen claims his queen?" She chuckled, leaning back to let him behold her fair body. How full she was worth his child and how swollen and sensitive her breasts had become.

Hannibal smirked as he slide to hover atop her. He kissed her deeply as he opened his doublet just enough for her to see his strong, muscular chest. He lifted her skirts as his hand reached in to run over her folds slowly to se how worked up she was.

Margaery giggled as he moved over her. Immediately get hands pressed against his muscular chest. When his fingers rubbed over her folds, Margaery gasped and arched her body as much as she could. "Yes...gods, yes, Hannibal...my king-!" she moaned.

Hannibal smirked as he slid his cock out. He lined up with her entrance and slid in slowly and carefully. He was taking it easy and making sure that he was staying shallow. He did not want to overdo it and possibly harm their child.

While Hannibal may have felt more comfortable expressing his lust during this second pregnancy, Margaery was still cautious. As he slipped inside her, she gave a slight whimper, and her whole body tightened. She knew he wouldn't harm their child, but in the back of her mind, she worried - as mothers often do. But there was no denying how good it felt, feeling him slip inside her and fill her tense and trembling core. Margaery knew it wouldn't be long until her climax.

Hannibal rumbled lowly as he felt how tight and tense she was. His cock was throbbing and twitching within her as he kept his thrusts shallow, but focused on that spot just within her entrance to bring her to pleasure. "So tense my love. Haven't I proved my self control?" He teased.

Margaery bit her lower lip as he teased her. Both arms wrapped around his waist and held him tight. Giving him more control, or gave her more control rather.

"You have, but can't be too careful," she replied. Anyway she felt slight pain mixing with her pleasure as he thrust inside her.

Hannibal smirked as he carefully arched to kiss her without pressing his weight upon her. He sat back to continue his thrusts. He shifted his hips to change the angle and increase her pleasure. One hand shifted down to rub over her clit to try and give her full pleasure. He would need to feel her go over to finish.

Margaery gasped, feeling a sudden surge of heat shoot through her. But this was different from an orgasm. There was hot, wet pain that filled her. Her dark eyes looked up at Hannibal, silently conveying how close she was...

In both senses of the word.

Margaery felt the heat pool in her core, filling up and erupting within her. "Gods, Hannibal-!!!" She screamed as her core seized around him, then opened in a flood of heat as her water broke.

Hannibal could feel things shifting around his cock. The sensation was quite intense, even more so than the first time. His cock flared and his seed flooded her core only to join everything that left her body when her water broke. He slid his cock out of her and kissed her deeply. He quickly tucked his cock away before sliding her to the edge of the bed. He shifted to kneel behind her to support her as he called for the midwives and the Maester. They were all at the door and rushed in. They quickly set to work to prepare for the birth of the new prince or princess.

Hannibal slid his hands into Margaery's as he kissed over the side of her face. "Your daring knight to the rescue my Queen. Now, take steady breaths and listen to the Maester." He said.

Margaery gasped and cried out loud as her contractions began in earnest. Pain groped her core and made her entire body quake. The Maester instructed her, and she pushed as with the first time.

Only the baby didn't come.

Margaery began to breathe heavily and panic. She looked to Hannibal and began to cry. The Maester told them both that the cord was wraps around the baby's neck, he could feel it. He would have to reach inside carefully and dislodge the cord before it strangled the baby.

Hannibal was frowning slightly when nothing seemed to be happening. He kissed her temple and quickly moved to where the Maester was. He would not allow anyone else to touch the inside of his wife. His eyes focused on hers, "Stay focused on me and breathe. I need you to stay relaxed." He said calmly and lowly. He carefully pressed his fingers to her very wide entrance. He reached in to rub circles around her clit to try and lessen her pain a bit of possible. He felt the cord and quickly moved it out of the way. He slid his hand out and felt their child's head following quickly after. "Push!" He said as he waited to catch their child.

Margaery cried out again when he moved, fearful of having the birth of their child on her own. But she felt a little better when she felt his hand move, though it hurt when he handled the cord to free the baby.

But she heard him yell the order, and she pushed again. Soon enough, their third child, their second son, was born.

Hannibal cut and tied the cord himself. The midwives worked quickly to clean Margaery up as Hannibal worked on cleaning up their son and assisting with the measurements quickly. He carried their son over to Margaery and smiled as he slid an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple tenderly. "Well done, we have another son." He said with pride.

He moved their son so that she could see him. The child opened his eyes to look upon his mother. Hannibal smiled as he looked down at his son. His smile grew wider as he kissed her temple tenderly. He then looked to the Maester, "His name is Aenar Bolton." He said. Those eyes were evidence of the bloodline Margaery had discovered.

Roose had shifted to the bed and was currently perched on Hannibal's shoulder. He was watching Aenar with curiosity.

Margaery breathed heavily for several minutes. She recovered slowly and looked up when Hannibal announced that they'd had another son. She took him in her arms and smiled broadly and kissed over him. "Oh my little one...I'm so happy to see you!"

When he opened his eyes, she marveled at the purple eyes that stared at her. Margaery looked to Hannibal in shock. But this confirmed, surely, that he was indeed of the Targaryen line.

When Roose appeared, Margaery smiled and held the baby so he could see. "See Roose? See your boy?"

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