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[For Jorah/Hannibal] Homecoming

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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Margaery chuckled and nuzzled her nose playfully against his. "As I love you. With every moment. Every time I look at the wonderful children you've given me." She chuckled again and gave him a bright smile. "You may tell me how beautiful I am now." She teased.

She glanced to Olenna and smirked teasingly. "If the discussion displeases you, grandmother, you might join our children in tending their meat where you won't hear the discussion."

Olenna waved her off and rose slowly. "I can take a hint." With that, she walked off to oversee her great-grandchildren.

Jorah smiled tenderly as he kissed her temple. "Indeed I am." He said. He would be happy anywhere he was with his wife and sweet daughter.

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They were halfway through their journey and quite a few of the Dothraki and Unsullied did indeed get quite sick. The extra water was helpful, they would have run out had they not gotten the extra supply.

Yara had given the couple their peace and his not pushed. She wanted them to feel comfortable. She was told in secret by the Queen to form a trusting relationship with Danaerys. She was to keep the Queen informed of any planned treachery from the younger woman. She had sworn to the Queen and would follow her oath.

Yara spotted Danaerys alone near the bow of the ship watching her dragons fly. She approached, "I'm surprised you didn't choose to ride them." She said casually.

Hannibal chuckled as she walked away before pulling her close. "Did my earlier praises not count?" He teased before peppering her nose with kisses. "You are the most beautiful woman in the universe. You grow more beautiful with each new thing I learn about you." He said.

Margaery smiled. "They count, but you know how I love hearing your eloquent words and how you praise me." She kissed the corner of his mouth.

She hesitated a moment, pulling Aenar from her breast and lifting him to her shoulder to burp him. "Perhaps, my love, after this child, we might take a break? From conceiving I mean." Of course she didn't want the sex to stop. "I just...do not want to give birth so many times that my core loses its tightness."

That, and giving birth was risky. With each child they conceived, the more likely the possibility that she would die giving birth.

The sickness that plagued her soldiers troubled Daenerys. So many of them were ill. She hadn't considered that they had no immunity to western sicknesses.

She stated as her dragons circled aloft. When Yara spoke, Daenerys didn't look her easy. "They have to fly a great distance," she replied. "The less weight they carry, the better."

Slowly she turned to face Yara. "Have my soldiers recovered from their sickness?" She asked. Wondering how many would actually make it to Westeros.

Yara saw the concern and appreciated it on one level. However, she also considered it quite foolish to be so naive. "Well, your unsullied do what they are told to recover and are coming along fine. However, the Dothraki do not listen. If they do not listen and drink water, some of them might not make it." She said.

Jorah was currently taking a nap with their daughter. He was not aware of his wife being alone on deck with Yara.

At first Hannibal chuckled. "I think the gods have blessed you to always be tight." He said before he saw the concern in her eyes. He grew quiet before leaning in to kiss her temple tenderly. "I have been looking into alternatives other than moon tea that would allows tonsil enjoy each other without conceiving again so quickly. I love each of our children, but I do look forward to the thought of having your breasts all to myself once more." He said with a teasing wink.

He too was concerned that she might not survive too many more births at the rate they were going.

Margaery smiled, comforted by his words. She laughed at his last remark. "It had indeed been some years since you've had my breasts all to yourself, hasn't it?"

Aenar gave a soft cry, as though protesting and claiming his innocence. Margaery smiled and kissed the baby.

"Your son apparently disagrees," she chuckled.

Hannibal smirked as he tenderly kissed the top of his young sons head. "Have no fear my son. It is not your fault for hogging your mothers perfect breasts. I know how enjoyable they can be." He said soothingly.

Daenerys nodded in understanding. She knew the Dothraki. They were stubborn and saw illness as weakness. It had taken her so much to get them all to follow her.

Daenerys stepped past Yara, beginning to head for the cargo hold. "Then they shall obey as an order from their khaleesi, I need them at their top physical conditions."

That, and she was terrified to lose them. She did indeed care for them.

Margaery gently swatted Hannibal's chest. "Hush with that! Bad enough you made Rhys your wingman, or children do not need to know ways of lust just yet."

She smirked playfully to Hannibal all the same. "But perhaps, if you're curious, you might taste of my milk and see how it differs between each pregnancy."

Hannibal took the swat as if nothing had happened. Her words were met with a grin befor his eyes danced with delight. "It is never too early to learn that it exists." He began before his eyes drifted down to her chest. "I am quite certain this will be the most unique flavor of them all. After his next feeding I will give my opinion." He said.

Yara allowed her to go, but did follow behind. Mostly to stare at her fine ass as she walked. She wanted a piece of that bad, she would give it a fair shot when the opportunity arose.

The only Dothraki who would hear her order were the ones in Yara's cargo hold. Even those seemed hesitant to obey the order. It seemed their natural personalities were getting the better of them. It did not look promising for them to be at their full strength when they landed in King's Landing.

Margaery smiled and kissed his jaw to whisper in his ear. "It should be sweeter, considering there is only one child feeding." She teased before moving to rock Aenar in her arms. "There we are, little love. Do you want to see your Mimi?"

Aenar yawned and buried himself against his mother. Margaery laughed. "I'll take that as a 'no' - just as stubborn as your father."

Daenerys felt Yara staring; rather, she felt that she was being watched, but was too focused on her warriors to worry about it. She approached the Dothraki in the hold and demanded they follow orders to drink water and keep calm while they traveled.

She was astounded when they did not obey immediately. So she took another tack, glaring and looking every bit the imposing dragon queen she was.

"I do not recall stuttering. Do you want the Warriors of Westeros to best you in battle? Do you want the braids cut from your heads? That is not the Dothraki way!!" She shouted in the native tongue. "I need you at your full strength when our journey ends! You need your full strength yourselves to show these Andals that you are the superior fighting force! You can't do that while ill!"

She kept her glare, meaning to maintain it until they all loved to obey.

The stronger warriors immediately stood and moved to attempt and drink water. However, not all were stirred up enough to rise out of their hammocks. This was the downside of bringing some of the weaker warriors among the strong. It was not the Dothraki way to help, they were all meant to fend for themselves.

Yara stepped forward and spoke lowly so that her voice would only be heard by Danaerys. "These men are just as stubborn and hard headed as my men. Anytime I try to motivate them, reminding them of the fun to be had with their cocks often times gives them the motivation to get better. Some men are better at fucking than fighting."

Daenerys once again found herself caught between a rock and a hard place thanks to her morals. She didn't want to encourage them to rape and pillage the Seven Kingdoms, but...

"Do you want this sickness to render you impotent and unable to pleasure yourselves with the woman of Westeros?" She added, sternly. "I know it is difficult for some of you to move. But you must do what you have to do in order to get better again. You will not be able to enjoy the new world without your health. Now I say again, drink more water, follow instructions to combat this sickness, I will not give the command a third time!"

Hannibal smirked before giving his son a wink and leaning in to Margaery. "Withal second growing within you it should be unique as well." He confirmed.

Margaery's brows lifted and she smiled. "Very true, I hadn't considered that." She held Aenar up to his father despite the baby's protest cries. "Take him to his great-grandmother, I think I'll lay down for a bit before lunch." She winked before rising to return to their tent.

Hannibal held his son for a moment before looking very seriously at him. "Now Aenar. I know how much you enjoy being in our arms. I want you to be on your best behavior and sit with Mimi quietly. Papa wants some time with Mama." He said. Aenar fussed a bit but stretched and sighed as he closed his eyes like he was taking a nap.

Hannibal chuckled and kissed his forehead. "That is my clever boy." He praised. He carried Aenar to Olenna. "Someone has requested to join in the fun over here." He said.

He then looked over his older children's cooking. "Did both of you place seasoning on the meat?" He asked. They nodded and answered yes quickly. "It looks very good. I am proud of both of you." He said before kissing the tops of their heads.

He then made his way towards the tent that had been set up to join Margaery.

Some of the Dothraki looked up nd seemed more motivated by that to drink water. There were a few that remained in their hammocks, but a majority were drinking water. Yara said nothing, but she suspected that half of her forces would die on the other ships if they were too stubborn to drink water. She would leave her to riddle out that problem for herself. She was providing as much aid as she was told to.

She chuckled when more got up to drink water after that second pep talk. "See? Most men think with thier cocks." She said to lead into the conversation she wanted to kick start. "Have you experienced how much men think with their cocks first? They follow blindly into battle to earn enough honor to win the heart of the girl." She said.

Olenna gave Hannibal a slight look as he handed over Aenar. But of course she was only too happy to take the youngest in her arms.

Margaery in the meanwhile had laid down on the cot in the tent. She closed her eyes and let her hair fall in a dark halo around her head - putting on the facade that she fully intended to sleep. But she couldn't disguise the smile on her face.

Hannibal ignored the glare and continued towards the tent. He stood over Margaery and just took in her beauty. He saw the grin and knew she was faking, but he was going to move carefully so as to not 'wake' her.

He opened his shirt to show his strong chest to her. He then leaned over her slowly to leave a tender trail of kisses up the center of her body. He kissed over her clothes breasts and nipped at the fair skin there teasingly.

Margaery smiled more when he approached. Her back arched slowly, letting his lips work over her breasts even through the cloth of her dress. She sighed softly, sleepily. Slowly her hand came to his back and pulled him closer. Letting him settle over her own body. Softly she sighed his name in her fake sleep.

Hannibal smirked as he continued the tender kisses. He teased over her breasts and nipples slowly. He would not stop until she spoke or made a demand of him.

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