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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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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.

Daenerys looked to Jorah, uneasy. Why would she want to break bread with him when he had just spent this whole introduction insulting her and declaring himself the better ruler? She didn't know how to proceed. She was so used to just pushing her opponents beneath the weight of her dragons.

Had she met her match?

"How am I to trust that you aren't trying to poison me?" She asked.

When he took Margaery's arm, Daenerys noticed something beneath the other woman's clothes. It was subtle, but any woman who had been pregnant would have been able to spot it, the slightest swell of her belly beneath the billowing fabric. She said nothing, and directed her gaze to Hannibal, not letting on that she'd noticed Margaery's pregnancy.

Margaery took Hannibal's arm and leaned into him a bit, hoping to keep her belly hidden. Against his frame.

"My husband already told you he doesn't kill relatives for sport," she pointed out.

She knew Daenerys had no intention of returning to Essos. Not without a settlement of some sort. She wanted her homeland.

Jorah relaxed a bit more when he noticed that the tension seemed to be easing. He dropped back slightly as he took Danaerys arm. They should take the offer and go indoors. There was an ulterior motive here that was more than simply met the eyes. He noticed that there still seemed to be this feeling of being watched. He could not place the feelings, but it was unsettling.

Hannibal chuckled at that. "You can see with your very eyes as my family and I will eat and drink the same as you. Of course my children will drink water instead of wine." He said. He had sent an assassin aboard Yara's ship. His task was to give to both Turion Lannister and Jorah a liquid that would make them sterile and unable to have any further children. He also had many men scouring the whores to see if any had borne a child from the dwarf.

He then looked to his children. "Didn't the two of you and want to show your cousin something special?" He asked Rhys and Reina. They had added some decorations to the remains of Jaime and Cersei Lannister. It looked like they were being consumed by a dragon. They would be led around to the front drawbridge to see the grotesque display. It was still quite obvious that they had been flayed from the neck down.

Daenerys held their daughter tight in one arm and wrapped the other arm with Jorah's. She tucked the information about Margaery away for later. Reluctantly she nodded slowly.

"Very well," she admitted. She glared at being referred to as the children's cousin. Daenerys still refused to admit that they were related by blood. "We will go and break bread, but I want it known I still don't trust you."

They followed to the drawbridge and Daenerys gasped at the sight before her. As happy as she was to see Jaime and Cersei Lannister dead, this was grotesque. But then again, she had done the same to the Masters.

Margaery smiled at the look of horror on the dragon queen's face. She praised her children and kissed them each over the heads. "Well done, my little loves."

They were led deeper into the Castle, into the great hall to eat. Margaery sat to Hannibal's right at the head of the table. Aenar remained in her arms, content enough. The twins sat in the two chairs to Hannibal's left. Where Jorah and Daenerys sat was entirely up to them.

Jorah felt his stomach turn at the sight and he noted that their group of guards and what parts of her council came with them struggling to not get sick along the causeway.

He led her inside and paled at the rug of two skins in he middle of the floor in front of the dining tables . He could guess who's skin was used for the artwork. He might get sick if he stared at it much longer. He swallowed hard before leading er to sit near the children. They at least should be safer than sitting next to Margaery.

Hannibal smirked slightly when he saw how uncomfortable her people were to the display. He had expected more from this Dragon Queen and her most loyal servants.

He saw Jorah stare at his rug and smirked as he noted the strong reactions. The servants came out and poured the same beverage for everyone, the servants had pre-filled Margaery's glass with clean water so that their guests would not note that she was not drinking wine.

Hannibal raised a glass, "To the gods for providing a smooth crossing with favorable winds." He said.

Daenerys sat down beside Jorah and squeezed his hand before clutching Daella to her chest. The sight of the skin rug made her appetite virtually disappear. She looked to the cups and hesitated before taking hers in hand.

She did not respond to Hannibal's toast, she waited for him to drink before she started drinking in turn.

The wine was sweet, but didn't taste tampered with. She was thankful for that, but she still looked to Jorah in fear.

Margaery lifted her glass and cast a fleeting smile to Hannibal.

"To strength and victory," she tipped the cup to her lips and took a slow sip.

She made certain not to drink too much and tip their guests off to what she was drinking. Margaery also took glee in their disgusted expressions upon seeing the skin rugs.

"You don't like the decor?" She asked.

Jorah saw in her eyes the fear she had. He gave her hand a firm squeeze to try and soothe her as well as calm her. He took a sip and nodded that it was indeed safe. He frowned at the haughty comment from Margaery. "We do not make a habit of skinning people like animals and displaying it in such a manner."

Hannibal joined his wife with her toast. He could smell the fear from Danaerys Targeryn. It was nearly as sweet as the wine they were drinking. He swirled the cup in his hand a bit as he contemplated where to begin. "The wine is delicious my dear. Send my complements to your father for an excellent flavor." He praised before turning to his guests.

"Now, we had prepared chambers for you and your closest advisors. However, I suspect you would feel more comfortable continuing to sleep on the ships I sent to bring you here. I trust Lady Greyjoy was an accommodating hostess?" He wondered if she had made an overtures towards Danaerys or not, she was certainly bold enough to do it.

Daenerys nodded in agreement with Jorah's comment. "Agreed. I have punished my enemies without engaging in grotesque decorating tactics."

She took a long sip, feeling a little better knowing the wine came from Highgarden. Daenerys looked to Jorah. Would they stay on land or sleep on the ships?

"We will decide later where we sleep for the night," she replied to Hannibal.

Margaery smiled and nodded to Hannibal. She licked her lips as though tasting wine. "Indeed. I shall have to write to him and thank him for the wine."

She chuckled when Daenerys did not answer about Yara. "Ohhh, perhaps the kraken had entangled the young dragon in her tentacles," Margaery playfully bit the rim of her cup. "How scandalous!"

Daenerys stood up suddenly in anger. "I did no such thing!!"

Jorah did feel a bit of relief when Danaerys denied any such encounter so quickly. However, the wording of the taunt did indeed make him very angry. "Only a woman who has entertained such thoughts herself would say such a thing." He snapped quickly. He was still very defensive about the whole thing and could not place why it bothered him so.

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