Margaery Tyrell (
tyrelltempest) wrote in
randomosity2016-06-12 09:41 pm
[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.
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 sniffled as Hannibal cleaned her cut and moved to bind the cut to prevent infection.
"You're all right, aren't you darling?" Margaery smiled at Reina, who nodded to the both of them. Margaery enjoyed watching Hannibal be so caring a father to their babies.
"No pain, Papa," Reina told him.
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Margaery smiled and looked to Hannibal. "Would you lift our daughter, that I might fix her wound as only a mother can?"
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"All better," Reina confirmed. "Thank you mama."
Reina went to finish the trap with her brother. Margaery smiled and leaned over in the saddle. "My kisses are magic?"
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Reina was already taken with a bright purple butterfly. As was Rhys.
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"So rabbits don't see it," Reina added.
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"Move mama!" Rhys said to Margaery when they were finished. "Downwind, don't want the rabbits to find us."
Margaery smiled and tugged the reins to move her horse downwind.
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A stray breeze came up and Hannibal noted some very light hair in Reina's quickly growing locks. He rode towards her slowly. "Did you get a leaf in your hair my little Princess?"
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"Soon, Papa!" Reina chirped.
"Really, really soon!" Rhys grinned.
"Shhh, loves, remember the rules," Margaery shushed them softly.
Reina glanced up when Hannibal addressed her. She reached up and felt her hair for a phantom leaf, but found nothing. Reina smiled and laughed at Hannibal. "No! Silly Papa..."
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Margaery stared in shock. She looked up to Hannibal in surprise.
"Always, Papa!" Reina grinned. "Pretty, Papa? Pretty like Mama?" She pulled the lock from the rest of her hair and smiled up at him.
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Rhys spoke up, "I have light hairs Papa!" He said before turning his head and pointing to a small streak that was on the underside of his hair too.
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"How handsome you look, little love!" Margaery smiled, disguising her shock.
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Rhys and Reina, however, were jubilant.
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When the children were far enough ahead, Margaery looked to Hannibal. "What do you make of this?"
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Apparently so, for the children returned with a fat rabbit in tow.
"Look Mama!" Rhys proclaimed proudly.
Margaery forced a smile. "That's wonderful, darling!" The things a mother did for her children.
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