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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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Reina giggled as he tapped her nose and whispered the secret to her. She wiggled in his lap and smiled mischievously to her mother, who tilted a brow and looked at them both suspiciously.

"You two are up to something," she chuckled. "So yes, my daughter will spend as much time with her great-grandmother as she pleases and as pleases me."

Margaery stuck her tongue out playfully and nuzzled Aenar. "I'm so very happy to see you."

Hannibal chuckled before fake whispering to Reina, "She is onto us...we best be careful now."

Rhys pouted slightly when he was left out of the secret. "Secret with Papa too!" Hannibal chuckled as he reached over to pat Rhys on the head. "Next secret will be yours." He promised.

He could hear Olenna coming from the rustle of her skirts. "Why don't the two of you give Meme her special greeting." He said with a wink. It was a trick with the dragons that always got mixed reviews from her.

Reina laughed gleefully and shushed her father, cribbing mischievously at her mother. Margaery smiled when she heard Olenna approach. But when Hannibal mentioned a special greeting, she looked at him with concern.

"Hannibal..." she said lowly.

"Meme!!" The twins crowed joyfully.

Hannibal smirked as he watched his older children greet their great-grandmother. He then watched as they called their dragons to them to ride upon as they ran around the floor of the room. The dragons had grown used to the children being on them, but they did not try to fly just yet.

Margaery watched nervously as the twins rode their dragons. They chanted "Meme" over and over. Olenna watched the twins, then looked up to Hannibal and Margaery.

"Barely three and riding dragons, well now I've seen everything," Olenna sighed.

"Care to get your new grandson?" Margaery smiled as she held the baby aloft.

"Oh I was so hoping for another girl," Olenna faked disappointment. She smiled and held her newborn grandson, smiling before she saw those eyes. She looked to Margaery. "Did you tell him?"

"I did," Margaery replied. The women exchanged smiles.

Hannibal smiled at the reception of his children's trick. They were quite proud of it. "His name is Aenar. Your disappointment of desiring another. Girl is reflected in your great-granddaughter." He said as he signaled to his children to dismount.

Olenna smiled and kissed over her new great-grandson's head. "Boy or not, I am happy to have you little one."

Then she looked at Margaery in playful scolding. "You are just determined to be a difficult mother when you carry these children, aren't you?"

Margaery rolled her eyes and leaned into Hannibal, exhausted.

Hannibal held Margaery close and kissed her temple tenderly. "It is quite difficult to carry a child that is a descendent of two great houses such as ours. I do not think my wife could have carried any of our children with more grace than she did." He said in her defense. He knew Olenna was teasing, but he also appreciated how difficult it was for his wife to carry their children through two difficult deliveries after relatively smooth oregnancies.

Margaery smiled at his praise and kissed Hannibal's jaw. She cuddled in closer and smiled as the twins both made grabby hands to be picked up into the bed. Olenna sat down on the bed beside Margaery and the twins used her skirts to pull themselves up onto the bed. They stared at their brother and smiled.

"Indeed, it's a fine and strong family you've made," Olenna smiled and looked to Margaery. "I always knew you'd do well, my dear." She kissed Margaery's forehead.

Hannibal smiled and gave a courteous nod. He smiled as his whole family piled onto the bed. "Indeed we are a strong family. We will need our strength in the days to come." He said. He looked at his family with pride.

Reina smiled and nuzzled her younger brother. Rhys puffed up his chest proudly. "Strong! Protect brother and sissy!" He proclaimed.

Margaery smiled and picked Rhys up in her arms to hold him tight. She kissed his plump cheek. "Such a good brother, I know you'll protect your siblings."

Aenar grew fussy and began to cry. Margaery kissed Rhys and handed him to Hannibal. "Your brother is hungry, love." She then took Aenar from Olenna and freed a breast to feed him.

Hannibal watched as his oldest son stepped up and declared he would protect his siblings. Hannibal took him and passed Aenar to Margaery. "He is more patient than his siblings." He noted as he was finally crying for milk.

Margaery chuckled as Aenar fed. "The elder two were finally finished and weaned, only to have another claim priority for my breasts." She teased him.

Olenna rolled her eyes. "Gods be good, if you're starting in on that talk again I'll be on my way," she stood up and gave one last smile before leaving.

Hannibal chuckled at her reaction. "Is that a complaint on how your breasts are treated when you are not feeding a child?" He said teasingly. He knew they would get scolded further, but did not mind.

Rhys heard the conversation and quickly moved to cover his sisters ears. "No listen Papa!" He said.

Margaery laughed as Rhys covered his sister's ears. Reina just looked confused. She looked to Hannibal and gave him a teasing glare. "He's right. Listen to your son, you ought to mind your tongue."

Hannibal chuckled and let his eyes dance when Margaery told him to mind his tongue. "Only if you are involved with my minding." He said. It would not make sense to his children with how he spoke.

Margaery smirked at him and kissed over his jaw. "Perhaps I could find a better use for your tongue," she chuckled. "I'll have you minding before too long." She kissed his jaw again.

Reina grinned, catching on that much. "Mama in charge."

Hannibal smirked at her comment and his eyes locked onto their young daughter after she made that comment. "When Papa let's her." He said as he tapped her nose playfully. He pulled Margaery close and kissed her deeply as she continued to feed their youngest son.

After a few minutes Margaery pulled the baby from her breast to burp him. Reina giggled and crawled into her mother's lap.

"Mama in charge," she repeated.

"Smart girl," Margaery whispered. "But we don't need to tell Papa." She chuckled.

Hannibal smirked when he heard that and chose to ignore it. He pulled Rhys close and whispered into his ear. "I let Mama think she is in control. That keeps her happy. A happy wife brings a peaceful life. Always remember this secret my son." He said.

Margaery tilted a brow and glared at him playfully. "And just what are you brainwashing our son with now?" She demanded.

"Secret, Mama!" Rhys shushed her.

Hannibal chuckled at that. "You keep secrets with our daughter, why should I not be afforded the same luxury with our son?" He teased.

Aenar burped softly before crying out after that.

Hannibal chuckled, "Sons." He corrected himself. Aenar then giggled in Margaery's arms.

Margaery gave him a teasing look before kissing the top of her daughter's head. "Fine, have your false secrets. Our daughter and I know the truth. Tyrell women have a tendency to be crafty."

Aenar squirmed and burrowed into his blankets. Margaery kissed the top of his head.

Hannibal smiled at that and kissed her temple tenderly. He continued to smile as he held his growing family. He was very grateful to have such a large family at such a young age. The gods truly were blessing them.

Margaery smiled and held the baby up for Hannibal. Rhys was edging towards his mother, and wanted to be held.

"Have you some manner of wisdom for our newborn son?" She chuckled as she handed the baby to Hannibal. Rhys and Reina cuddled in close and closed their eyes, happy for their mother's warmth and scent.

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