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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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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.

Hannibal looked to her in surprise. "Reina will be disappointed. She has been wanting to ride with her Mimi on her horse." He teased. He knew she had not ridden a horse in a long time. He knew she would ride in the carriage and Margaery would consider it in her condition.

Olenna laughed. "It has been many years since I've ridden a horse. I don't think my old bones could take it. I will break the news to my Reina. She will understand, she's a good girl."

Margaery nodded in agreement. "Perhaps Reina will ride with us, grandmother. Back from the hunt of course."

Hannibal chuckled in amusement. "It is settled then." He said.

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The next day started off well. Everything was in place for their picnic and the children were excited to hunt and eat what they killed.

They rode and Hannibal called a halt. Margaery joined him on his mount as Olenna fussed over the servants setting up camp. He took the children and Margaery into the woods to find their meal.

They had left young Aenar sleeping in her arms.

For the majority of the journey, Margaery rode in the carriage with Olenna. But when they arrived and Olenna supervised the camp setup, Margaery carefully climbed into the saddle with Hannibal. She rode sidesaddle, hoping to keep the pressure off her abdomen, not that she was showing yet. But still, she didn't want to risk it.

Aenar was cuddled in her arms, his face buried into his mother's breast.

Margaery kissed over his head and leaned into Hannibal as they rode out into the woods. Reina and Rhys were vigilant, arrows notched as they listened and looked. Waiting for prey.

"They're so attentive," she whispered to Hannibal.

Hannibal nodded with a smile. "Indeed they are. They have been training very well indeed." He said with pride. He that they had caught onto the trail of a herd of deer. He kissed her temple tenderly. "They have begun their tracking. We will see how close we are to the herd." He said.

Margaery nodded and smiled, cuddling in close to him. She kissed along his jaw. The twins went farther ahead, Rhys pointing out tracks while Reina spied broken brush where the deer had run. The deer weren't far. Rhys pulled out a small horn that mimicked the call of a buck, and blew into it.

Hannibal watched with pride as his children worked diligently to lure the stupid deer closer. He was very proud as he watched his son expertly mimic the sound of a male buck. He was even prouder of the fact that it was an exact replica of a male challenging another male. He was curious which creature would answer the challenge. He guided Margaery to stand beside his horse on the ground. He pulled out his bow and had an arrow notched as well. Natural predators could also be drawn in by these calls. He wanted to be certain his children were safe. Vhagar and the other dragons were close by, but it would take at least thirty seconds for them to be here. Hannibal did not sense danger, but he was prepared just in case.

Margaery followed as Hannibal guided her to stand beside the horse. She watched carefully, Aenar was startled and awakened by the sound of the call his brother made, but he didn't cry. He just looked up at his mother with wide eyes.

Sure enough, a large, 12-point buck approached, answering the call Rhys had issued. The twins didn't hesitate, they'd been taught better than that. Rhys fired, striking the creature in the shoulder - Reina fired, striking the creature in the eye.

Margaery's eyes lit as they made the first kill of the hunt. She bounced excitedly and grinned madly.

Hannibal smiled proudly when they expertly brought down the buck. "Tie it off and let's get it back to camp." He said.

He scanned the area until the buck was secured to the extra horse and they began to ride back towards the camp.

As the twins tied off and secured the buck, there came a slight rustling in the bushes. Rhys paused, Reina continued her work. Then suddenly, a great badger leapt out at her, teeth gnashing and claws ready. Rhys acted quickly and threw a dagger at the beast, hitting it in the head before it could get to Reina.

Margaery had cried out in terror, but when Rhys moved so quickly, she grinned and threw an arm around him, holding Aenar with the other. "Oh my darling, such a good protector for your sister!" She exclaimed.

Hannibal was just about to fire his arrow when Rhys killed the creature with his knife. He nodded his approval. "Well done my son. Why don't you skin that and make a nice hat out of it?" He asked as Rhys began to tie the badger down on his own horse before hey all mounted up again.

They rode back to camp without any further problems. Hey returned to find everything in ride and ready to butcher the catches of the day.

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