[For Jorah/Hannibal] Homecoming

[tyrelltempest]

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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[bearinshiningarmor]

Jorah looked to his wife and stood a bit taller when she made the decision to assist in killing off the white walkers. He became verybworriednaviut how the logistics would work for this plan. He would wait to speak with her about these things privately. He did not want to rile her anger even more. He was concerned about where they would keep Daella during this battle.

[notavegetarian]

Hannibal gave a nod of his head when she offered assistance. That was exactly what he wanted. To separate her from her troops who would be too sick to travel such a distance. Then his assassins could kill them with traditional sicknesses and leave her with barely enough of an army to even make a minimal fight for the military force Sansa Stark had built in Winterfell. He had no doubt that he could turn the two smaller dragons against their 'mother' 6 dragons could easily defeat 1.

"Very well. Send a raven to Castle Black and inform the Lord Commander of our plan. Also send a raven to Lady Stark and request her assistance in sending men to begin digging the tunnel. I will send men as well to assist, but she is closer and the work can begin swiftly. Tell the Lord Commander that his men should continue with their routines. We do not want the enemy to know of our plans." He said. The Sand Snaked bowed and left to send the Ravens.

Hannibal then turned his focus back upon Danaerys. "Will you offer any of your troops to assist with the digging as well? They can travel with my men up to the wall. I promise that my men will not attack any of yours along the way or during the work." He said.

[motheroftitles]

Daenerys had her thoughts for where to leave Daella. But she would discuss that, along with many other things, with Jorah later on.

She considered Hannibal's request and frowned deeply.

"I am not opposed to it, but you will find my men more useful fighting wayward Walkers," she replied candidly. "They are more versed in battle than digging in the snow and ice. They've never seen such cold weather before."

Honestly, Daenerys feared for the safety of her warriors with the cold weather. If she was honest with herself, she knew they would die.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery looked to Hannibal smiling as she laced her fingers with his. "We should be happy in our good fortune. We have a plan against the White Walkers. Our ancestors were not so fortunate."

She felt happier, more secure and safe with her husband watching out for them. Margaery leaned in and kissed his cheek. She would make it a point to sing his praises later in private.

[bearinshiningarmor]

Jorah seemed to stiffen at the idea. He opened his mouth to speak, but promptly closed it before speaking. He would voice his concerns with her in private about this plan. They did not have their best soldiers, nor did they have the supplies to even send them that far north. He was also concerned that her bold comment about sending them to fight would wind up loosing more men than simply digging would.

[notavegetarian]

Such a bold and foolish idea. She could very well loose every man she sends North to the wall. A practice that would get her labeled as mad for sending men to the wall simply to die.

He nodded his head as he continued to hold Margaery's hand in his own. "Very well then. Now, we have one more piece of business to discuss before we part for he evening. Will you be staying here in our guest room, or will you return to Lady Greyjoy's ship?" He asked.

[motheroftitles]

Daenerys was quiet for a moment. She looked to Jorah, her eyes dark, still angry with him. As much as she didn't trust Hannibal, she was unsure of this new development with Yara Greyjoy. After a moment Daenerys looked to Hannibal.

"We will stay here, but my blood riders will join us to guard the guest room, if you don't mind," it wasn't really that she cared if he minded. She would have her blood riders nearby, that was not negotiable.

Daella began to fuss, and Daenerys took her daughter from Missandei and rocked her in her arms.

"Have you a servant to show us to our room?" she looked to her hosts again.

[tyrelltempest]

Margaery smirked, satisfied that their enemy was remaining close of her own free will. She nodded and gave a gesture to a servant, who stepped forward.

"When you are ready, our page will lead you to the chambers that have been prepared for your stay," she smiled. There was a slight venom in her smile. She knew that they would be retiring soon, but that there would be little sleep for them tonight.

Whereas everything had gone according to plan, and she and Hannibal would be celebrating soon enough. Margaery had to resist the urge to run her hand over her belly.