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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 smiled to his bride as their children were indeed present. He would not have Danaerys suspecting treachery so soon after meeting. He wanted her to be completely trusting.

He led his family to their dragons. They all mounted in their appropriate places before flying to buzz over the crowds that had gathered to taunt and insult Danaerys. They landed flawlessly just before the great arena. The crowds immediately quieted down once the royal family arrived. Hannibal looked out over the crowd with a calm demeanor, but very stern gaze. "This is not how a guest of the King should be greeted."

A man from the crowd shouted obscenities at Danaerys. Hannibal's eyes found the man quickly. He was brought forward as they dismounted their dragons. Hannibal looked at the man cooly. "Prince Rhys, teach him a lesson in manners." Rhys nodded and mimicked his father's body language. He tsked lowly at his poor choice of words. He called out to his sister in Valeryian to ask what to remove as an example. She responded with tongue. He then slid out a small blade and signaled the guards to open the man's mouth. He sliced the tongue off and tossed it to his dragon who he commanded to fry it. Hannibal looked to the crowd. "Let this be a lesson to never insult my guests." He said. The crowd quickly dispersed.

Hannibal gave a nod of his head to Danaerys before speaking to her with flawless Valeryian. "Welcome, I do apologize for the rude behavior. I swear you will not be mistreated so in my presence again."

Daenerys held Daella close. When she heard the familiar roar of dragons, she looked aloft. The sight of Hannibal's family each riding a dragon made her go pale. So it was true. No, she was the dragon queen, she would not let him take over her title.

As they arrived in the arena, Daenerys just leveled a dark glare at Hannibal. She heard the insults, but intended to ignore them. They hurt her feelings, but she was not about to let Hannibal see that much. But when the last man was dragged out and Hannibal had his son punish the man, Daenerys was appalled.

"Are you always so ruthless with your subjects?" Daenerys asked. Then she laughed softly. "Ah, wait, my subjects?"

Daella buried her face into her mother's chest. She didn't like the scary man.

Margaery didn't approve of the children being there, but she did not protest. She would speak later to Hannibal.

When they arrived and Daenerys gave her remarks, Margaery tilted a brow.

"Not terribly grateful, are you?" She sneered. "My husband could have let them tear you to pieces and insult you incessantly. Yet he defends you, and your response is to criticise?"

Jorah had heard the dragons' roar and also looked above. He counted four dragons, each being handled masterfully by the rider. He noted the use of Valeryian and felt it was far too showy. However, he kept his mouth shut for the time being. He was about to defend his wife, when Hannibal acted swiftly. It was indeed quite ruthless, but it was very effective.

He frowned slightly when the queen addressed his wife like that. "She is stating fact, not being critical." He pointed out.

Hannibal remained calm. However, his eyes danced with amusement at the fire from her. She did not yet realize how lost she was in this arena. He would show her...soon.

He allowed Margaery to say her peace before focusing upon Danaerys once more. "I will continue to show you the hospitality I have promised you upon your arrival. If you choose not to accept my offer of friendship, that is your decision. I will protect what is mine should you mean ill will." He warned before motioning after the citizens who had left quickly after the demonstration. "For the subjects who protest, if you do not punish them swiftly and severely then the problem will grow. Sometimes it is better to be fear slightly more than loved." He said simply.

Daenerys' violet eyes soaked with anger when Hannibal spoke. Margaery was no concern to her, and she intended intended to ignore the other woman. Her one goal was Hannibal, and getting him out of her throne.

"You will protect what is yours?" She sneered. "And what exactly do you think is yours? Nothing in King's landing belongs to you! You stole a throne that was stolen from me. You have no right!"

Daenerys glanced to Margaery. "And neither do you. If you were wise, you would both surrender the Red Keep to me. Go quietly, abs perhaps I will show mercy."

Margaery glared darker when Daenerys spoke to Hannibal in such an insulting manner. Roose stood behind her and growled lowly.

"How dare you?" Margaery growled. "My husband invited you here in good faith, and this is how you repay him?"

She stood up straighter and leveled a glare at Daenerys. "We do not have to show you kindness. We could have sent assassins to kill you the moment we took King's Landing."

Jorah grew tense as he listened to his wife stand her ground. He was concerned that Hannibal seemed to not be reacting. There was something was amiss, but he could not seem to figure it out. He wanted his wife to hold her tongue a bit, but now was not the time to say so. He reached in for Daella and gave Danaerys a glance to say, now is not the time.

He did level a look to Margaery at her bold threat. "You speak as if you have the same authority."' He accused her.

Hannibal's eyes darkened at her words, but he continued his full control. He did give a silent signal for Margaery to watch herself and for Rhys to move in front of his mother to protect her. He moved and leveled an angry glare at Danaerys. Reina was frowning, but her face showed disappointment more than anger.

Hannibal waited for a few more moments before speaking. He stood tall, but did not raise his voice in the least. "I claim what I have defended and protected for my whole life. The lands of my family." He said before staring deep into her eyes with intensity that made most people very uncomfortable. "It has been proven that you are my great-great-niece. According to the laws, this will only be yours if my line fails. If you attempt a take-over...you will be labeled a usurper and confirm half of the fears the people have of you being as ruthless as your father. Not to mention loosing the north entirely an perhaps only having control of the land south of the remnants of the Twins." He stated simply.

Daenerys saw the look from Jorah and frowned. She didn't want to check herself. She was queen, they were invaders. She would not tolerate this insult.

She scoffed when he brought up the bloodline. "I have heard your claim that you are a descendant of the Targaryen line. I have seen the branch that you claim. It hardly makes you a king. You are from a far distant line and carry no Targaryen name. I am a more direct descendant and I carry the name. Therefore the Seven Kingdoms belong to me and me alone!"

She shook her head in anger. "And you think everyone will rally behind you? A man who rules with fear and violence? My subjects know mercy, they call me mother, they trust me. The people of the Seven Kingdoms will know the same trust. I am not my father or brother."

Margaery caught Hannibal's look and gave a slight nod. She glared when Daenerys spoke again, and could not hold her tongue.

"Where were you when the Lannisters killed Ned Stark? Where were you when the Lannisters exercised a rule of tyranny?" She demanded. "My husband rescued this country from lion rule while you were too busy playing in the sand."

Daenerys glared at Margaery and replied with a single sentence. "Where was your father in law during the Red Wedding? Who was it that allied themselves with the Lannisters during Robb Stark's war? Oh yes, I know all about that."

Jorah stood taller and leveled a strong look to Hannibal. However, he knew that he was right about the North. Until he was officially pardoned he would never be accepted. On top of that, the North would indeed never except him. Nor would they accept her. The north were the last to follow the Targaryns and the first to join the revolt against them.

He stayed out of the banter, but he was watching and listening carefully. He was also looking around for the trap to close in around them.

Hannibal continued with his calm demeanor. He note Jorah looking around for something out of place. He also heard Roose rumbling and gave a low whistle to silence him immediately. If her dragons got near enough to him, he suspected he could turn them against her.

He looked to Danaerys. "My wife does indeed have the same authority as I do. I would not ignore her words. However, I have noticed that your fugitive husband keeps looking around nervously. I have brought my family here to greet you, my children had made gifts for you. However, if you are planning an attack, I will have no choice but to label you as equally dangerous as your husband."

Jorah had run quickly after being banished. He was considered a criminal running from the law in the eyes of the North. A coward who would not accept the black or death so he ran.

Daenerys glared as Hannibal spoke of Jorah. She shook her head and gave a low growl under her breath. "Ser Jorah has been pardoned by me, as I am the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. He has nothing to fear here."

Daenerys stood straighter and focused her violet eyes on him. "I am planning no such attack, but if I am threatened, my Blood Riders will defend me to the death."

There came a cry from above, and her dragons circled the sky. Daenerys smiled at the pair. "As will my dragons."

She focused very solemnly upon Hannibal and Margaery. "What is it you expect of me? I will not yield the Iron Throne. The Seven Kingdoms belong to me, and I will have them."

Margaery's eyes lit when she heard Daenerys boast that she had pardoned Jorah. "Not here. You may think yourself the rightful ruler, that you can pardon whomever you like, but the subjects know better. A pardon from an absentee queen? Please. You know as well as I do that no one would accept such a pardon."

She glanced up to the dragons, feeling slightly uneasy at their presence. Their dragons were on the ground, watching Daenerys' dragons intently.

Margaery looked to Hannibal, ready to follow his lead.

Jorah gave hard looks when he was threatened. He was proud of his wife for standing up for him. However, he knew that she was incorrect on this matter. He could be arrested easily if Hannibal desired to fight dirty. He was a little relieved to see their dragons circling overhead. However, the fact that his dragons remained waiting made him nervous.

Hannibal did indeed have a plan in mind. He gave a series of whistles and his dragons lay down flat on the ground. A high pitched noise could be heard and the dragons above would writhe and move away from the sound because it was painful to stay there. The smaller ones might even plummet a few dozen feet before getting away. Drogon might be strong enough to fight it, but if he flew closer to the sound the pain would increase and bring him down to the ground. The source was directly behind Hannibal. If the great dragon stood before him, he would work to control and command the creature...her greatest weapon.

Although, a part of him suspected that he would fly away. His own dragons were fine and seemed to be in no pain whatsoever. He would wait to see how she reacted to her dragons being repelled so easily.

Daenerys dropped back when Hannibal whistled. She gave her own whistle to her dragons when his moved. The trio swooped down, but the noise made them cry out in pain. Drogon, in his stubbornness, tried to get closer, but ultimately had to relent and flew farther away with his brothers. Daenerys glared and stood taller.

"I knew it. I knew you had some manner of treachery planned!" Daenerys snapped.

For all her defiance, what could she do? She was weaponless and without her dragons she could do nothing. "You have some nerve. So what do you plan to do? Kill me? Claim the throne for yourself and extinguish any true Targaryen claim?"

Margaery grew nervous as Drogon descended, but when the dragons flew off, she smiled triumphantly. She smirked to Daenerys as the blonde remained defiant.

"You were warned, my dear," Margaery pointed out. "You remained petulant and argumentative. Had you been more respectful, perhaps you would have been received with less hostility."

Jorah watched with dismay as the dragons fled from the sound. He noticed that Hannibal's dragons seemed to have no reaction to the sound. He shifted to shield Danaerys from the couple slightly. He held her wrist with one hand and gave a firm squeeze. He was very nervous and wanted her to stop making things worse. "There have been far too many changes in rule here recently, that it is difficult to take anyone at their full word." He said in an attempt to lessen the tension. They would indeed die here if things escalated further.

Hannibal was pleased with the results of the sound. His rigorous training with his dragons had paid off. They did not even flinch at the harsh sound. He looked to Danaerys and simply shook his head. "I have never killed a blood relative simply for fun. The one I did kill was justly punished for committing a heinous crime against my wife's family." He began before turning the sound off once the dragons were away. "It is obvious that your dragons have not been fully trained if they run from that sound. How did you intend to overthrow me with untrained dragons? How would you garuantee to your people that get are safe? Your greatest weapon is also a weakness." He said simply.

Daenerys did not like this one bit. Jorah was trying to alleviate the situation, but she was furious. Hannibal had just called into question her ability as a mother. She was not about to take it lying down.

"My dragons obey me when they are not in pain, that is enough!" She snapped. "Who are you to call my weaknesses?"

But, despite her anger, she didn't want to fight. Daenerys breathed deeply and looked to Daella to further calm her anger.

"You've sent my dragons away. Now what? If you don't intend to kill me, what then are your intentions?"

Margaery smiled as Roose tucked his head beneath her hand. She pet him gently as Vhagar got closer between her and Hannibal. Never was she more grateful for the dragons' company.

She kept quiet for now, reveling in the anger felt by her adversary. Margaery knew Hannibal would not let her be queen. The kingdom was theirs to rule.

They had used Daenerys' own trump card against her.

Jorah seemed a bit relieved when she relented slightly. He still stood on guard and watched the others carefully. He chose not to speak for the moment and allow the two leaders to continue the parley.

Hannibal saw the fire in her eyes and shifted to take Margaery's arm in his own. "To follow through with my open offer to break bread and drink together. However, if you feel as if that is not to your taste, we can simply part ways here. The iron born fleet can return you to Esso's in a matter of days." He said simply as he gave another low whistle and the dragons shifted to stand behind them for the time being.

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