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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 smirked at this words and continued flicking her tongue against his tip. Her deft fingers worked his shaft and down along the seam of his balls as her head bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm, taking his cock in and out of her hot, wet mouth.

Hannibal smirked at her actions. He growled lowly and slightly rocked into her mouth. It was not long before he reached his peak and filled her mouth with his hot, thick seed. It was a powerful release that might leave a mess around her lips and chin if she was not cautious.

Margaery, fortunately, had a great deal of practice in pleasing her husband orally. She clamped her lips around his base as she felt that tell-tale twitch in his shaft. She eagerly drank down his release, swallowing every last drop.

Hannibal hummed lowly in approval as she drank down his entire load. He reached down to tenderly brush his hand through her hair. "Did you enjoy your drink?" He asked.

Margaery greedily licked his tip and shaft clean. She gave his tip one last suckle before leaning back and smirking up at him. "I did indeed, very satisfying," she kissed his tip once again.

Hannibal smirked widely at that. "I am glad, why don't you tuck my great dragon away before our children wake up." He said with a smirk. He then looked her over slowly. "You might want to change gowns as well if there is time."

Margaery stared at him long and hard. "Only if you promise to never refer to your cock as your 'great dragon' ever again," she laughed as she put his cock back inside his trousers and re-tied them. She looked upon her gown and nodded, a change was indeed in order, and she went to the wardrobe to fetch a new one.

Hannibal smirked at her answer. It greatly amused him that she seemed this distracted by his comment. He watched as she went to change and continued to hold their children. Both of the twins began to shift beside him. They would need to send them both to bed properly soon if they woke up.

Margaery dressed in a loose, soft gown of purple cloth. She took the twins in her arms as they stirred, she knew they would wake soon. Then she set them in their smaller beds and sat beside Hannibal, taking the baby in her arms.

"So you are happy with our newest addition to our family?" She asked.

Hannibal smiled as he nodded his head. "I am very pleased my love. I am honored and proud to have so many perfect, beautiful children from such a strong wife."

Margaery smiled and kissed him deep as Aenar began to stir.

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In the months that came, the children grew older and more secure in their riding. Hannibal had spoken of a hunt when they returned to King's Landing, but Margaery, ever the overprotective mother, feared for her children. But she could hardly refuse the will of her husband.

Out they went, each on their own horses. Margaery carried Aenar carefully in her arms, the boy was barely six months old. Rhys and Reina both begged anxiously for their father to begin the lesson.

Hannibal was glad to be giving his children their first hunting lesson. They were big enough to ride ponies on their own. Something Hannibal suspected they were so good at because of practicing riding their dragons. All four dragons were with them, Hannibal let Vhagar know that he could go off to hunt on his own. The smaller dragons followed him to do a group hunt.

He led his children into the woods and looked over to them. "Tell me, what is the first rule of hunting?" He asked them.

"Be careful?" Rhys offered.

"Not wrong," Margaery tilted her head, appreciating that her son was at least concerned for safety.

"Be quiet," Reina replied to her father's question, bringing a finger to her lips.

Hannibal smiled to them, "Both excellent answers. However, the first rule is to be aware of your surroundings." He said. As they learned of the outdoors, they would need to sense when something was amiss.

Both were disappointed that they didn't get the answer right. But they nodded and listened obediently, and looked around.

"Mind you are not too obvious in your movements," Margaery advised. "Your prey should not know that you are looking for them. Keep them unaware."

Hannibal looked to his children. "You are still learning, no need to be disappointed. Now, how does wind affect how your prey can find you?" He asked them.

"Scent, Papa!" Rhys cried out, knowing he was right. Reina pointed to her nose.

Margaery smiled in pride and kissed over the sleeping Aenar's head. "Listen close, sweet one, soon you'll be learning too."

Hannibal smiled proudly. "Excellent! Yes, knowing which way the wind is going is important. Now, which direction should we approach prey from today?" He asked them.

Rhys and Reina both looked between themselves. They turned their heads to the wind and both pointed the same direction in unison.

"Down wind," Rhys said.

"That way," Reina asserted.

Hannibal smiled with pride as he nodded. "Excellent, now. We are looking for rabbits today. Where might we find some rabbits?" They had discussed this at home and he was curious what they remembered.

Margaery frowned and shook her head. She hated the thought of killing rabbits.

"Down, Papa!" Reina cried out. "In burrows! In bushes!"

"Need traps," Rhys added. "Rabbits fast."

Hannibal nodded before pointing to some branches. "Gather what you need to make traps." He said as he dismounted to help them down from their ponies. He then went to Margaery. "It is better to trap rabbits than suggest larger game." He pointed out to her. "They are not yet ready to string a bow or dance with a blade.

Margaery watched as Hannibal helped the twins dismount. Rhys took Reina's hand and they went to the nearby brush to get what they needed for traps.

"Stay where I can see you!" she called out to them.

Margaery then looked to Hannibal and nodded slowly as she reached out and ran her fingers over his jaw. "I know. I know." She replied as she nodded. "I would be far more upset if you had set them after deer or bears." She knew that they were Boltons, but she was not anxious to have them hunting predators as she had on her first hunt with Hannibal.

Hannibal smiled as he kissed the back of her hand tenderly. "Once they learn to shoot, I will take them bird hunting. However, I will wait until they are much older before I allow them to hunt larger game." He promised her.

Margaery smiled and nodded in agreement. "Fair enough," she smiled as she looked down to Aenar. "Then by that logic it won't be too long before you're hunting by their sides, little love."

Soon enough Rhys and Reina returned and had the instruments for their traps in hand. Vines and pliable branches, which they could tie off easily enough and make their traps.

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