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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 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.

Hannibal did take their youngest and held him close. "My wisdom is for him to always keep his mother happy by always obeying her." He said.

Margaery looked skeptical. She smiled, but rolled her eyes and cradled the children close. "Such stories your father tells," she leaned over to kiss Aenar's head. "My advice to you, my little one, is for you to know that your family loves you. And we will always protect you."

Hannibal smiled as he nodded in agreement. "You will indeed always be loved and protected." He said.

Margaery smiled as she leaned into Hannibal. The twins were asleep, and soon the baby began to size off as well. She kissed Hannibal's jaw and nuzzled info him.

"Well, we have two sons, shall we plan for a second daughter?" Margaery laughed, obviously teasing.

Hannibal smirked as he leaned in to kiss over the side of her neck teasingly. His lips moved up to nibble on her ear. "I would begin attempts immediately if you said you were ready." He answered lowly.

Margaery chuckled and kissed along his jaw, sighing as he kissed her neck. "Mmm, not immediately darling. You know better. My body must recover from carrying and giving birth to your child before you may enjoy me again."

Hannibal smirked as he kissed and slowly nipped over her neck and ear. "I can find ways to enjoy your body while you recover." He rumbled lowly.

Margaery bit her lower lip and moaned softly. "Mmm not with our twins in my arms, my love." She chuckled. "You'll have to think of something creative indeed."

Hannibal smirked and his eyes danced at her words that sounded like a challenge. He switched to speaking in Valeryn as his lips continued their targeted teasing along her neck. "I would sit you on my lap so that you can feel my cock through your skirts. I would describe for you how I would move my cock within you as my hands gave your breasts a through massage. We might need buckets to collect any excess milk I may squeeze from them to save for our son. I know how much more you produce when I tease your sensitive breasts in such a way. I would nibble and kiss along your ear and neck as you moaned your pleasure softly so as to not wake the children." He said as a clear vision of what he fully intended to do with her.

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