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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 nodded his head. "Yes it is. She will have quite the uphill battle before her. Especially since her husband is not welcome in his own home." He said.

Margaery smiled as she settled back down into his lap, letting her back press against his chest. "Then we can assume that we are safe here? That she will not take the Seven Kingdoms from us?"

Hannibal smiled as he began to add soap into her hair and slowly clean her long locks. "With our control of Westeros, her husband, and a daughter many would consider a bastard, it would be very difficult indeed for her to take away what is ours. She could have a much more comfortable life in Essos. It is simply a matter of having a discussion with her where she understands that on her own." He said.

Margaery basked in the luxurious feeling of his fingers working through her long locks. "Mmm, assuming she is not too stubborn, like my loving husband." She teased. "But that make a lot of assumptions on her role. We should hope she sees things out way...but what if she does not?" Did they have the power to force her back to Essos?

Hannibal smirked as he tenderly continued to massage her scalp before beginning to slowly rinse out her hair. "Her husband is not afraid to tuck his tail and run if he feels it is the path of survival. I have heard rumors that the one remaining Lannister has found himself a place as an advisor to her. I might let him survive, after giving him a pitcher of wine to sterilize him from ever having children. He is very clever, he would see what remains of his siblings and likely suggest she does return to Essos. Especially once half of her Calvary is demolished with illness. We have four dragons that obey our commands as a family. She has three that mostly obey her. An all out war against us would end in disaster for her." He said.

Margaery chuckled as he rinsed the sweet soap from her hair. "Then it appears our Lord Mormont has no pride at all. That will not sit well with his bride, she refuses to run, after all."

But that might play to their favor. If Jorah could convince Daenerys to return to Essos, that might work for the best. But Margaery knew it would take a great deal of convincing even for Jorah. But no matter, his problem, not hers.

"I never minded the youngest Lannister," she admitted. "When Sansa was married to him, I told her that she was fortunate, and that he would be kind to her. Given his nature, love, do you think he's even capable of fathering children? Rumor has it with his whoring and no bastards to show for it that he is sterile."

Hannibal was in agreement that it would be best if Ser Jorah took up the main argument to return to Essos. There was a more important matter to discuss however. "I will keep that in mind whenever he does show his face in King's Landing again. However, we need to discuss how we will positively allow word of our children's direct traits that prove my lineage to reach through the seven kingdoms."

Margaery's attention was redirected to their children. When her hair was rinsed properly, she turned and looked to him and nodded. "We do indeed. First we must ask ourselves, what is the public opinion of the Targaryens? Are they hated still? If so, perhaps we should keep our children shielded." She had horrible visions in her mind of Rhys and Reina being hurt by resentful citizens.

Hannibal nodded in agreement. "They are not showing full characteristics, so it won't strike as much fear as a full blooded direct descendant would. I think they would fear our wroth more than the link to that heritage. The people have seen what happens to those who cross us. The Lannister's paid dearly and publicly for defying us AND for threatening our children. If feel they will fear being flayed more than the three headed dragon."

Margaery nodded but still seemed hesitant. The was a dark fire in her eyes. "They thought Cersei Lannister would do anything protect her young? They know nothing of what I would do." She smirked darkly. "Can you guarantee the safety of our children? Both current," she rested her hand over her belly and bit her lower lip as she looked up to him. "And future?"

Hannibal's eyes danced with delight at her threat to take vengeance should someone threaten their children. He looked over her body slowly and tilted his head as she touched over her belly. "Future? Are you with child once again?" He asked as he pulled her close slowly.

Margaery smiled and leaned in, softly kissing over his lips. "You're avoiding the question." She kissed him again, but her hand remained at her belly.

Hannibal smirked at that as he slid her closer. "As are you. However, I do so swear to protect our children both now and in the future." He swore.

She was happy with his answer and chuckled playfully. "The difference is, I asked first." She smiled to him and brought his hand to her belly. "We may again be blessed with a child, sooner than anticipated."

Hannibal chuckled before he looked over her belly and reached out to touch over her flat stomach. "This is quite fast. I do hope it is another girl. I am a bit worried over Reina being cross with us." He said with a wink.

Margaery bright her hand to tease over his cock. "Fast indeed. But surely you realize that it isn't my fault how potent you are." She giggled before kissing him deep

Hannibal kissed her back just as deeply. He pulled back slightly to look deep within her eyes. "That is true. However, our mutual insatiability does not help us in this matter either." He pointed out as he rubbed his length along her folds in the water.

Margaery laughed and began to grind her hips against his cock, sighing at the feeling and tingling pleasure he coerced from her. "True enough." Her arms wrapped around him and she kissed him again.

Hannibal smirked deeply at that. He continued to rub up along her slit before slipping within her. "Then I should enjoy your core now to its full potential while it is early in your pregnancy." He teased her as he nibbled along the side of her neck. "Or is this your plan so that you remain in control longer?" He teased lowly.

Margaery smiled and nodded her response. "Indeed, I want to enjoy your cock before I'm so great with child that I can no longer take you inside me."

She smiled and moaned softly as he entered her. He slid inside so fluidly she arched her body against his. "Mmm...gods, Hannibal."

Hannibal chuckled at that as his hands gave her sensitive breasts a nice, firm squeeze of her breasts. "I can still full you, just not as deeply as when you are not with child." He said with a grin.

Margaery moaned softly and leaned in so that there was no space nor water between them. They were flush against one another. "I know, but I do so love it when you fill me completely. To the brim with your cum and deep inside me with your full length."

Hannibal smirked as he rocked his hips to give her nice, long strokes as he began to fuck her deeply. "Then I should fill you to the brim until your belly begins to grow larger." He said.

Margaery arched her body and tilted her head back. She moaned aloud and moved her hips in a steady rhythm with his. "Yes...gods...fill me, fill me deep until your release leaks from my core-!" She exclaimed.

Hannibal's eyes showed his amusement, but he did not slow or falter with his thrusts. He would indeed fill her to the brim tonight.

[For Hannibal] Alliance of Fire

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