Margaery Tyrell (
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randomosity2016-09-19 05:59 am
[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."
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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He watched as the two of them set to work on skinning the deer. He looked to both Olenna and Margaery. "It is far too soon yet, but it will be quite difficult for us to match Reina when she comes of age. Unless the boys will bend and obey her commands, it will be very difficult for them." He pointed out. He saw Reina growing more confident every day. He knew that one day they would both likely test his authority. That would be a true test on how obedient they are.
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"You are right," she admitted. "She's much like me, independent and strong."
"But you were taught to be compliant and timid when the situation demanded," Olenna pointed out. "Reina has no need of that, she's a princess."
Margaery nodded, taking no offense in the words. It was a fact, she had been bred and groomed to be a queen at whatever cost. She had been meant to be molded to whatever situation necessary to make her queen. It was only her good fortune that she had been betrothed to a man who had admired her true personality.
"Likely she will need a Northman," Olenna pointed out with a smirk.
"Indeed. They're not afraid of strong women," Margaery winked at Hannibal.
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"But, as we said, it is far too early to discuss such things." Margaery pointed out. "We have much to celebrate now anyway."
"Good food and good wine, I quite agree," Olenna laughed.
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The twins finished skinning their kills and washed up to join the adults. Margaery smiled as the pair sat beside them.
"So then, what do we think the new baby will be?" She chuckled.
"A brother!" Rhys proclaimed.
"No! A sister!" Reina protested.
"Another girl would be a welcome change," Olenna replied, reaching out to hold Aenar, which Margaery handed him over happily.
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"Be prepared children," Olenna warned. "Your mother is not the most gracious of expectant mothers."
"Everyone deals with carrying children differently, grandmother," Margaery rolled her eyes. "What shall we call her if she is a girl?" She posed the question to the twins and to Hannibal.
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Hannibal chuckled in amusement. He was proud that she was studying her history so well.
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"Yes Mama," Reina grinned. Very pleased with herself.
"Very well, and if it's a boy?" Margaery asked again.
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Hannibal pat his son on the back. He was proud of his son being so sweet towards his family. It was a trait he would be certain his son only reserved for family.
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"Loras, yes my little love. You're absolutely right," she agreed. "Loras, if it's a brother. Elaena if it's a girl."
She glanced to Hannibal, tears still in her eyes.
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He kissed Margaery's temple tenderly.
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"Vengeance was had. His spirit will rest I peace," Olenna assured her.
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Rhys hugged her tight. "Nothing hurt Mama again." He said resolutely.
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Reina burrowed her face into Margaery's chest. In Hannibal's arms, Aenar cooed and wriggled in his father's arms. Confirming his siblings' words in his own way.
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He continued to hold both Margaery and Aenar.
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Reina and Rhys bolted for the butcher block to check the cuts and seasoning before setting the meat to the fire to cook.
Aenar fussed, hungry, and Margaery took the baby into her arms, freeing a breast to feed him. "They did very well today - they should know how proud you are of them."
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"Like how much you love me," Margaery whispered.
Olenna cleared her throat. "I am still here, you know."
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He then sat back a bit to look over to Olenna. "Our children have learned to entertain themselves whenever we desire to speak with each other. I do apologize if this makes you uncomfortable. However, I will not hesitate to show my wife hownI care for her no matter the company." He said before a smirk crossed his face. "We were not speaking of ruining any more mattresses. However, we can if you would feel more comfortable." He teased.
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