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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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"You don't expect the dragon queen to fight back?" Olenna scoffed. "Very idealistic of you."

"She's no queen, grandmother," Margaery corrected her sharply. "There is but one queen, and that is I."

Olenna seemed startled by Margaery's time, but soon recovered and smiled to her. "Of course you are. I brought you up to be queen, didn't I?"

Hannibal smirked and chuckled lowly under his breath. "I anticipate for her to want to fight. However, I think her advisors are far more level headed. No matter how heavy handed she has been with the slavers....she cares far too deeply for ALL of her troops. She will mourn the losses of her people far more because she is too close to all of them." He said.

He had certain units that he would not even begin to become concerned if he lost them. He would have his assassins spreading rumors that Daenerys killed all but one slaver that she chose to marry before shutting down the business. She was not fond of whore houses either, those would likely be next to disappear. He wanted the people to greet her with hatred whenever she arrived. He wanted to have his soldiers guarding the docks to escort her and her entourage to the Red Keep. He would settle the people down in a matter of hours to show his superiority in controlling the city and the people.

"I agree age is too close to her people, but they love her for it, darling," Margaery pointed out. "We may have done great things for the kingdom, but her people are fiercely loyal."

"Indeed they are," Olenna agreed, popping a bite of cheese into her mouth.

"But I'm confident in your plan, my love," Margaery smiled and gave a bite of her cookie.

"Indeed, now then, onto more important matters, what is your new child going to be named? Olennaery? Or Olennibal?" Olenna smirked.

Margaery burst out laughing so hard she had to hold her belly for support.

Hannibal chuckled at that. "The only people truly loyal to her are her unsullied. Everyone else will turn on her once their lives are endangered once more or if they fear she is cursed from witchcraft." He said. He had no doubt that he could turn the dothraki against her and the slaves were sheep who could be easily swayed by a variety of heralds spreading rumors.

Her comment about their latest child's name pulled a look of amusement from him along with a chuckle. "I think we will let Reina assist in the decision if it turns out to be another girl." He said. "Perhaps if you bribe her with sweets she might suggest such a name." He teased.

Olenna laughed and shot a wink at her granddaughter and grandson-in-law. "As if I haven't already started."

Margaery rolled her eyes and kissed the top of her son's head. Aenar smiled and giggled before burying his face into his father's chest.

"If you could prove yourself a better warrior, the Dothraki might see you as a more worthy ruler," Margaery pointed out. "However, they have no real place in Westeros. They're too wild, even the Wildlings would think them too savage."

Hannibal looked to Margaery. "I am more ruthless than their Khals. They can fight and plunder as much as they like North of the wall...if they are brave enough to venture there." He said.

Margaery's eyes flashed when he spoke of his ferocity. She knew it well, and she loved it so. Margaery gave him a flirtatious smile and a quick wink.

"North of the wall is too cold for them, dearest. They would try and seek shelter and hearth and home here in the south," she pointed out.

"They might take to their raping and pillaging here," Olenna sipped her tea. "Think how dreadful that would be. Though, I confess, I wouldn't regret it so much if Cersei Lannister had been turned over to the Dothraki to have their way with."

Hannibal smirked at that. "Not if we ask the Sand Snakes for permission for them to go to Dorne. I have a feeling the women down their will be too much for the Dothraki." He said.

Margaery arched her brows and turned her attention elsewhere. She didn't think the Sand Snakes would enjoy the Dothraki horse lords invading their land. But she wasn't about to point out such a flaw in her husband's plan.

"Oh certainly, the Dornish would love having a group of thuggish horse fuckers invade their beautiful land!" Olenna exclaimed.

"Grandmother!" Margaery glared from her grandmother to her son.

"Oh as if he's going to pick up on poor language habits from me!" Olenna protested. "He'll pick up worse language listening to the pair of you at night, I'm sure of it!" Margaery blushed.

Hannibal smirked and his eyes danced at the words. "As I said, I would speak with the sand snakes first. I'm sure their female warriors would enjoy the challenge of mounting the dothraki and taming them in turn." Hannibal knew that the women of Dorne were no pushovers.

Margaery rolled her eyes but smiled all the same. She knew the Sand Snakes would be more than happy for the chance to ride a Dothraki horse lord. There had been some occasions where she had carried on conversations with them in private concerning the different sexual practices between their provinces. Margaery had even taken a few tips from the Sand Snakes back to the bedroom with Hannibal.

"Perhaps you're not wrong," Olenna smirked over her cup and took another sip.

Hannibal smirked at that. "You can ask my wife how often I am wrong." He said as he looked down at his youngest son. He played over his little lips to tease him into grabbing with his small hands. "As for the language, our children would indeed be brilliant if they figured out what we are saying in Valeryn to each other." He said.

Margaery laughed and kissed Aenar's little cheek. "I could count the times he's been wrong on one hand."

Olenna tilted a brow at the comment about Valyrian. Margaery blushed and lightly swatted Hannibal's arm. "Oh, splendid, now the children will be waffling around repeating Valyrian phrases they don't understand and offending those who do."

"So?" Margaery tipped her head. "They're royalty. They may speak as they please."

Hannibal chuckled as a servant rushed in with a message. It was sealed with the Targaryn sigil. "It would appear she had the courage to send a response." He said.

He opened the letter to read of her intentions. He shared the letter with Margaery.

Margaery's eyes narrowed as the messenger delivered the letter. Olenna looked up and they both waited for him to open the letter. She had accepted the offer.

Olenna and Margaery exchanged looks. They were worried now about what might happen. "I'd hide that new baby you carry from her if I were you." Olenna advised her granddaughter.

Hannibal frowned slightly. "Either she is more foolish than I thought, or she knows something about what has transpired here." He snapped his fingers and a servant rushed off. Soon they returned with the remaining Greyjoy.

"My niece has accepted my offer. You will take your fleet to offer her passage with part of her army. I want my niece and her family on your ship. They have been fortified to accommodate her dragons yes?"

She nodded her head that the arrangements had been made. Hannibal gave a nod, "Be certain you request extra stores of fresh water for all of your ships. Anticipating sea sickness from many of her forces. Make certain you inform her that you have been charged by me personally to safely escort her and her family." He said.

She nodded in understanding and gave a bow. She swore to set sail immediately. Hannibal waited until she left before smirking darkly. "We will see how successful my assassins are and how stubborn she is. I am presuming that she will not put extra water on any of her ships for her troops. A few hours is all my assassins will need to plant typical illnesses on the ships. Without water to combat these illnesses, many will die on the ships not sent by me for safe transport. In a city surrounded by desert. Her ability to provide that much water to that many ships would leave her people in a water shortage. It will be interesting to see how she makes her decision.

Margaery was wary of the Greyjoys, but at least they could be controlled. It was no secret what they wanted, and so long as Hannibal was able to be the best bidder for that task, they would serve him well enough. Still, Margaery didn't trust them.

But then came Hannibal's dark words and Margaery smiled. She knew her husband's plan would be executed perfectly. He was playing the Greyjoys, several steps ahead of them already.

"Your plan gives me confidence, my darling," she smiled and kissed his cheek.

Olenna smiled and stirred more cream into her tea. "Indeed. I'm so glad I picked him as your suitor." Margaery glared playfully at her grandmother, remembering all too well how she had protested their marriage.

Hannibal chuckled softly at that in amusement. "I'd hate to see what happened to those who you didn't pick as her suitor." He said as he tilted Margaery's chin tenderly before kissing her deeply.

Margaery laughed softly and kissed Hannibal back. Olenna scoffed slightly and sipped her tea.

"Well, you've not heard from any of them, now have you?" She glanced over the rim of her cup to them. "You're welcome."

Margaery rolled her eyes and nuzzled her son's little nose.

Hannibal smirked as he pulled back from the kiss slowly. "Why don't we go on another hunting lesson tomorrow? I expect my niece to arrive in a fortnight providing a storm does not strike." He said.

Margaery's eyes lit at the suggestion and she nodded eagerly. "Grandmother, would you care to join us? You could see how the children have improved with their hunting."

"Oh hunting is not for me dear," Olenna scoffed.

"We could have a picnic!" Margaery exclaimed. "We could bring the servants and open roast whatever we catch. What do you think, my love?"

Hannibal chuckled at her excitement. He gave a slow nod of agreement. "That could be quite a deal of fun. We would need to hunt deer for hat many people with an open roast. I think the children would be excited to test their growing bow skills." He dropped his voice lower, "I think Reina will make the killing shot." He said with a wink.

Margaery smiled and nodded eagerly. She chuckled at Hannibal's last remark. Rhys and Reina were both becoming skilled hunters, but Rhys would get excited and miss his mark in his eagerness to make the kill. Reina kept herself calm and was better able to ground her thoughts and focus.

"Well, if it's a picnic we're planning yet, I can hardly say no!" Olenna smiled.

Hannibal smirked widely at that as he kissed the tip of her nose. "Rhys! Reina!" He called. They approached quickly and answered yes papa.

"If you complete your studies for the day we will go on a picnic tomorrow. We will hunt a deer to eat while on the picnic. Mimi will be going with us as well." He said.

Rhys and Reina both cried out and clapped excitedly before they scurried off to finish their studies. Margaery smiled, loving seeing her children so happy.

Olenna watched as the children ran off just as quickly as they had arrived. "Well then, I suppose I had make sure the carriage is in working order." She summoned a servant to check the stables and do precisely that.

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