[For Jorah/Hannibal] Homecoming

[tyrelltempest]

In Essos, Daenerys had given birth to a healthy and lively baby girl. She had her father's dark eyes but the light hair and full face of her mother. It was shortly after her birth that a letter arrived from across the Shivering Sea - too far for a raven to fly. It came from King's Landing and bared the Bolton seal. The letter invited Daenerys back to Westeros, but not to reclaim the Iron Throne. Apparently, Hannibal Bolton had taken control of King'sLanding, and the Starks had all but been demolished. The Lannisters, in turn, had also been eradicated.

Daenerys was shocked. But more than that, she suspected treason. As did Tyrion Lannister. With her newborn daughter to her breast, Daenerys took council with Jorah, Grey Worm, Missandei and Tyrion.

"Who does this Bolton think he is?" She snapped. "Inviting me back without promising to relinquish the throne to me? It is mine by birthright, I will not allow some savage northman to take what is mine."

Lannister, Baratheon, Bolton - the name didn't matter. A thief was a thief.

"If he took King's Landing and defeated the Lannister army, my queen, then we can conclude that he indeed has a powerful army of his own," Tyrion pointed out.

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A few weeks had gone by, and Margaery's belly had begun to swell only slightly with their fourth child. Of course Olenna could spot this a mile away and was already declaring name options. Aenar was with the pair of them while they took tea in the gardens overlooking the ocean. The boy was now sitting up on his own in his mother's lap, but still feed from her breast. The twins were studying with their tutors.

"So tell me child," Olenna sipped her tea. "What is your husband's intention by inviting the Targaryen girl back here?"

Aenar cooed when Roose came close and he patted his hands over the dragon's nose. Margaery glanced up to her grandmother, who added more to her question.

"Don't tell me he means to surrender his throne to her, now that they have a confirmed common lineage?" Olenna scoffed.

"Certainly not, grandmother," Margaery replied sharply. "Do you honestly think my husband is the type of man to relinquish power? No. But if you're so curious, all him yourself, he should be joining us shortly."

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[bearinshiningarmor]

Jorah knew his wife was upset. She had every right to be. He was proud of their sweet daughter, but this just complicated things greatly.

He frowned at the message and the discussion in general. He knew of the legitimate Bolton heir. He was equally clever as his father. "We need more information about the situation. The Bolton's are not fools when it comes to strategy. There is something about him that we do not know." He said with concern.

[motheroftitles]

"That much is true," Tyrion agreed. "He's up to something."

"Clearly," Daenerys agreed. "We could be walking into a trap. But even so, we might spring it on those who would entrap us."

Daella began to fuss and Daenerys lifted her daughter to her breast again to feed her.

"With all due respect, highness, we have to consider carefully such a risky move," Tyrion pointed out. "They're Boltons, and their blades are sharp..."

[bearinshiningarmor]

Jorah frowned as he listened. "Do you have any contacts in King's Landing to find out what exactly he has up his sleeve? I had met his father, he was a very cunning man. I had heard that his bastard was a psychopath and his son was equally strategic. I don't trust anything he says at face value. I don't like the thought of attempting to spring the trap. We would have to be prepared on our ships. It is more dangerous for us. He will have something prepared to damage our ships." He said.

[motheroftitles]

Tyrion held his hands up defensively. "My contacts have long since cut ties with me I'm afraid. They may provide information, but I cannot attest it's truth."

Daenerys sighed and lifted Daella to burp her. "We cannot let his invitation go ignoree." She said. "Unless - do we accept it without issuing a response? Do we dock farther north and march on the south?"

"Such a large fleet, someone might see and report to the king," Tyrion pointed out. "But it may catch him off guard."

"He's not the king," Daenerys reminded him sharply.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal was very pleased to see Margaery's belly beginning to grow with another child. Their combined potency would indeed make them seem far more suited to be rulers than his niece with one daughter.

He knew Olenna was visiting and he had just stepped out to join them for tea. "Hello ladies." He greeted before kissing the top of his youngest sons head and kissing Maegaery's temple tenderly.

[tyrelltempest]

Olenna glanced up and nodded her greeting to Hannibal. Aenar smiled and kicked his feet excitedly. Margaery smiled and kissed his jaw.

"Glad you could join us, my darling," she smiled as she settled into her seat and sipped her sweet tea.

"We'll get straight to it then," Olenna started off. "What do you intend to do if Daenerys accepts your invitation to return to Westeros? Do you fully understand how serious and grave the situation could become?"

"Of course he does, grandmother," Margaery scolded.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked at the direct questions. "If she accepts, she will need more ships to cross with her full strength. I have a special messenger in mind to assist with that. Her ships come from the iron islands. There are an unusually high amount of germs and disease hidden within the wood. I would imagine it would be very difficult on the dothraki to be on salt water and not drink any. Especially if their stomachs are upset and they run out of fresh water aboard the ships." He said. He would be certain that all ships were equally infected to take out as many of her dothraki as he could before she landed. If she brought sellswords, he would use his assassins and he whore houses to kill them off. The unsullied would be the most formidable, but he could send his wolves and Roose to take care of them.

[notavegetarian]

It had been exactly a fortnight since Hannibal had sent Yara to collect his niece. Plenty of people in the city were riled up with hatred towards her. He knew a mob of angry protestors were waiting at the docs to 'greet' her. He waited for a messenger to confirm that the ships had made berth. He wondered how she would feel being assaulted by hatred from the people she wanted to rule. He and his entire family were waiting in the grand arena at the Red Keep. Everything was in place for his grand entrance.

[motheroftitles]

Daenerys had been happy to arrive in King's Landing, but the response upon arrival of the people when they saw the red Targaryen dragon had not been welcome. There were jeers, threats - and many of her forces had passed away on the ships during the journey due to illness.

But there were enough to keep her safe as they moved through the streets to the grand arena. She glanced to Yara and looked rather distressed.

"Are the people always this angry?" She looked to Jorah. She had thought that she still had some loyal followers left in the Seven Kingdoms.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery had donned a dark purple gown, one loose enough to hide her slightly swollen belly. Her hair was partially secured back with lavish jewel hairpins and cascaded down her back in dark waves. Once she was dressed, looking every bit as Bolton Queen with a crown of golden roses and an embossed flayed man at the front, Margaery approached Hannibal to begin their walk to the arena to meet Daenerys.

Margaery had made it clear that she didn't want the twins there. She wanted them safe and locked away in the Red Keep for the duration of the meeting. But what Hannibal decided was beyond her control.

"Are you ready my love?" She smiled to him. She tilted her head a bit, trying to be playful and alluring for him to keep him calm during the meeting.

[motheroftitles]

The page lead Daenerys, Jorah and their smaller entourage to the guest chambers that had been made ready for their arrival. Missandei and a few servants were afforded smaller chambers near the main suite. By that time, Daella had begun to drift off to sleep, and Daenerys set her in the center of the bed, running her fingers over her daughter's soft downy hair.

She ignored Jorah.

They were alone, save for their daughter, and she ignored him. She didn't want to speak to him, not after everything that had happened at dinner. Daenerys was still fuming, angry and betrayed by Jorah.

Not to mention she felt unattractive and undesired after that display when he'd shown interest in the Sand Snakes...and in Yara Greyjoy.

[bearinshiningarmor]

Jorah knew he was in trouble. Once they were absolutely alone, he crawled on his hands and knees to her. "Please my love. I did not hear the accusation about that Greyjoy woman. I was distracted by his description of how the Lannister's were tortured. I should have spoken up more, but there were times when I chose not to speak becausenI did not want you to sound weak." He swallowed hard before continuing. "I should not have looked when they entered. I turn to look on instinct to make sure there was no danger to you. I don't know why my eyes lingered. I am ashamed of my actions. I failed you as your husband today. I should have been better prepared and defender you more." He said.

[motheroftitles]

Daenerys didn't look at him at first. Finally she looked at him with disdain. "Get up. You disgrace yourself and make yourself look weak by crawling upon the floor like my daughter."

She shook her head slowly as she replayed the evening's events over and over.

"You made me look foolish, standing there looking upon other women. Tell me, do you wish to be free of our marriage? I can make that happen."

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery had stayed up a bit longer after they retired to their chambers. Reina and Rhys both came in to say good night and to say good night to their growing sibling in her belly. Margaery stayed up a bit longer, reading by the fireplace.

She smiled after a moment and glanced to Hannibal. "Your plan seems to have worked perfectly, my darling." she praised him, leaning up and puckering her lips a bit to beckon him down to allow her to kiss him.

"So then, how do we continue with your plan?" she rested a hand over her belly.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal smirked as he sent his children off to bed. He did indeed lean down to kiss Marfaery deeply. He pulled back with a wide grin. "We wait to see how her stubborn, hard headedness will backfire and see how many more men she will loose by going North." He said with a low rumble.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery nodded and rubbed her belly. "The baby moved each time you spoke." She smiled up at him.

"So then, do you truly think our plan with the White Walkers will work?" She tilted her head.

[motheroftitles]

Daenerys stepped into the room when Hannibal answered the door. She sauntered in, her body practically glowing in arousal. "I'm glad the two of you are still awake."

She ran her fingers over the mantle of the fireplace. "We heard your little show," she glanced over her shoulder. "We wondered if you wanted some additional company."

Daenerys moved towards the bed to join Margaery. She straddled the other woman's waist and leaned down to kiss her softly. Ignoring if Hannibal planned on protesting. She had her target; she wanted Jorah to see her dominate the would-be queen. Daenerys ran her hands over Margaery's plush breasts.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery watched carefully as Daenerys moved about the room. When the silver-haired woman moved atop her, Margaery at first cried out in protest, but then Daenerys kissed her. She arched her body up and moaned softly against Daenerys' soft lips.

Margaery glanced over Daenerys' shoulder to look at Hannibal. Looking for approval before she continued. Two could play this game of dominance. But Margaery wanted to make sure Hannibal approved before she did.

[bearinshiningarmor]

Jorah was about to say something when's Danaerys just waltzed into the room past Hannibal. He was stunned by her boldness and stepped in after her, he was not going to leave her alone with them. He just watched in amazement as Shen strode overboard and straddled Margaery. He stiffened in more ways than one as he waited to see if Hannibal would react.

[tyrelltempest]

A few months passed in King's Landing planning and preparing. Hannibal and Margaery, Jorah and Daenerys left the capital with a full army, marching to the Wall. Margaery and Hannibal stopped at the Dreadfort while Jorah and Daenerys continued on with her portion of the army. Margaery was close to her delivery of their fourth child, and their three children were with them.

It wasn't long after they arrived in the Dreadfort that Margaery began feeling the pains of delivery. Her children were very concerned; more so the twins than young Aenar. But Reina took her younger brother and held him close while the servants helped Margaery to an extra room to deliver her fourth baby.

Soon enough the pain was so intense that Margaery was crying out and writhing even as the servants tried to hold her back to deliver the baby. The twins were upset just outside the room, hearing their mother cry out. She cried rivers of tears from the pain, and cried out for Hannibal even as the midwife directed her to help her deliver the baby.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal was there in an instant and was working very diligently on being there to comfort and soothe Margaery. He had surrendered his hand into her grip to crush to her hearts content in an effort to help soothe her. He was paying very careful attention to the midwife to make certain he did not need to step in and intervene.

"Take deep breaths my love. You must listen to the midwife's instructions." He said as he gave a squeeze to her hand. He was prepared to move if necessary.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery whimpered and continued to cry from the pain. She squeezed Hannibal's hand and followed the midwife's instructions, pushing and breathing when ordered to do so. It took several hours of this before she was properly dilated, and finally she gave birth to the healthy, screaming baby.

The midwife took the baby off to the section of the room to clean it before wrapping it in a soft blanket to keep it warm - the North was indeed cold, sometimes too cold for a baby.

"Your majesties, may I introduce you to and congratulate you on welcoming your daughter," the midwife smiled before handing the baby to Margaery.

Margaery was over the moon. she smiled as she held their daughter close and kissed her little forehead. "Hello my sweet one - you did give your mother some trouble now, didn't you?" she teased.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery was not thrilled when Hannibal brought her the news that the trap near the Wall would be ready so soon. She knew they were planning to leave the children with Sansa in Winterfell, but being separated from her newborn, Margaery was distraught.

She had spent every waking moment with baby Loerys until they arrived at Winterfell. And even then, she lingered at Winterfell and put off leaving until Hannibal would no longer tolerate her stalling. Margaery had cried significantly all the way to the Wall.

Finally when they arrived she took a few minutes to compose herself and sat up straight. She would not appear weak, not in front of the Watch. Not in front of Daenerys. Before they left the carriage she took Hannibal's hand. "...we'll survive this, won't we? We'll survive and get back to our children, right?"

[motheroftitles]

Daenerys was dressed in a gown of heavier fabric and a cloak of white fur. This place was altogether way too cold for her liking. She didn't understand how people lived North of the Wall. Daenerys looked to Jorah and smirked slightly as they went to receive Hannibal and Margaery.

"You lived in this cold all your life?" She smiled to him. "Such frigid weather must indeed have made you the hard man you are today."

They made their way to the courtyard where the army and carriage were settling in. "Can we handle this battle, you think? Are you certain we're not getting in over our heads?"

[bearinshiningarmor]

Jorah was dressed in dark black furs with a white strip over his shoulders to match his wife. He had been greatly saddened Ron learn of his father's death just a few years before. The progress had been quick. The trap was indeed set and ready. They had been training the Dothraki how to fight these white walkers. He nodded at her question, "Yes, we are ready." He said. As ready a second hey would expect very be in his opinion.