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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 looked at his wife with slight worry at her suggestion. He shook his head, "No, these are mindless monsters that can only be controlled by them. Without them the main army won't move in a pack that will be easier to kill. We need to attack their leaders after the foot soldiers are in the trap." He said.

Jon Snow nodded in agreement, "I think the original plan is best. I have never seen more than four officers other than the leader." He said.

Hannibal listened carefully as he considered the problem. "Is there a way for us to make a trench to fill with oil and leave a 20 foot gap from the base of the wall? We can have the dragons light those and establish a ring of fire surrounding the battlefield." He suggested. It could be camouflaged with snow to prevent being seen.

Daenerys' eyes lit at Hannibal's suggestion. "That could work - but would the White Walkers be able to smell or sense the oil?" Daenerys looked to Jon Snow. He was evidently the designated expert on White Walkers.

"We need to make certain they're contained - we can't let them get away or this will all have been for nothing," Daenerys looked between them all.

"Agreed," Margaery nodded slowly. "If they escape, they'll make more Walkers. Possibly more powerful ones. If we kill the foot soldiers and the leaders, perhaps we will be able to keep those who are bitten or scratched from turning."

Jorah nodded his agreement. Any escape of the officers would end in their ruin.

Jon Snow nodded his head solemnly. "We will begin digging the additional trench immediately. We need to do it at the height of the sun. That is when it will be safest to move. The white walkers attack in the night or near dusk and dawn." He said before standing.

Hannibal nodded his agreement and they all parted ways for final preparations.

The next three days flew by. The trap was solid and ready. The main army would be too stupid to notice unstable ground. His only hope was that the sheer weight would not collapse the ceiling of the trap prematurely. He was finishing arming himself for the battle they anticipated at any moment. There were small bands of white walkers which were sent on suicide missions to the wall at various points to check for weaknesses. With all of the additional men, all were eliminated immediately.

They allowed a few to survive attacks on the main gate near castle black. They wanted the main commander to believe they were understaffed at castle black. They had sent wildlings north to dig the additional trench. They drew the least amount of suspicion digging north of the wall. They had all returned unharmed.

Hannibal suspected that today would be the final battle. He had a looming feeling and could practically smell the dead growing closer. They did stink quite badly. He turned to Margaery as he began to fasten the metal armor over the links of chain mail he was wearing that would protect him from bites and scratches. "Are you warm enough?" He asked her. He had ordered that she would stay atop the wall to watch, even that was uncomfortably close for him. However, he knew she would be sick with worry otherwise.

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Daenerys helped Jorah don his own armor. Her fingers were red and cold, trying to recover from the dreadful ice and snow and wind. She closed the clasps of his chain mail and reached for a padded tunic.

"...today's going to be the day isn't it? I feel dread looming over us." She looked at him with violet eyes full of fear.

She didn't want to let him go into battle without her. Daenerys could ride Drogon and control the dragons better than the others. At least that's what her pride told her.

"I want to go with you," she said sternly.

Margaery was angry. She stood across the bedroom from Hannibal with her arms crossed and glanced darkly for him when he addressed her.

"My anger keeps me warm enough," she replied sharply. "I do not take kindly to being told where I can and cannot go. I should be out there with you, Rhys is big enough now, he will not let harm come to me!"

The dragon was protective of her even after Aenar had been born. Even if a White Walker could get close, he would stop them. Margaery looked to Hannibal with pain in her eyes.

"You would make me stand at the Wall and watch while you fight? Watch you get hurt?" She shook her head. Margaery glanced to his crown on the bedside table, thought of giving it to him, but then thought it better if he didn't stand out amongst the soldiers. "My place is by your side."

Jorah truly appreciated how she assisted him with his armor. He knew she wanted to be on the field with him. "We both know that Inwont be able to stop you should you choose to take the field. However, the archers atop the wall need to be commanded as well. Besides, from there you can see if you need to take to the skies upon Drogon's back and claim final victory." He said. That had been his argument from the beginning and he prayed fervently that she would continue to honor his idea.

Hannibal knew she was angry with him. Once he finished dressing he turned to her and walked close. He pulled her tightly to his body and kissed her forehead tenderly. "I know that you would be fierce and be exceedingly helpful my love. However, he though that you would be close enough for those creatures to even breathe upon you is more than I can bear. I could not stand if I was worried that they might get close enough to take you away from me." He said lowly and softly. The truth of her even catching a cold from this place upsetting him.

Daenerys nodded slowly. "I suppose I could do that. But I don't like this. After all we've been through, we should not be separated."

She stepped up to him, dressed so finely in his armor with the bear crest on his chest. "...please be careful. I couldn't bear it if I lost you."

Facets leaned in and kissed him deeply.

Margaery pouted even when he pulled her close and kissed her forehead. "This is not our first battle, Hannibal! We sieged the South together, with our young children with us, no less. Now suddenly the idea of me being in battle with you is something you can't stand?"

She pushed back and sat upon the bed, pouting. "I should not be apart from you."

Jorah held her close and gave her a tender, but crooked smile. "I promise not to put you through what you did when you hatched your dragons." He said before growing more serious. "If you do take the field, please wear the armor I had made for you." He begged of her slightly. It fit her perfectly, was very strong, extremely light, and she could move quite well in it.

Hannibal moved to kneel before her and look deep within her eyes. "Those were men we faced. Men who I could predict with great accuracy what they would do. I am going after the king of this army to battle him one on one. His officers will attack." Thinking of her there on the field with him put worry in his eyes. "I could not stand the thought of them even breathing on you and that little white haired upstart saying you should be put with the quarantined soldiers." He said with a bit of fire in his eyes.

Daenerys nodded, smiling softly to him as a hand came up to stroke over his strong jaw. "I promise. I will wear the armor." It was indeed light, and she moved easily in it. She had been surprised, but happy when he had presented it to her. To her, it meant that he was comfortable fighting alongside her, that she could join him in battle without fear.

"And I will be careful," Daenerys promised.

Margaery allowed him to kneel before her. She saw the worry in his eyes and she understood, but she wasn't happy. She understood his worries about Daenerys calling into question her legitimacy if something were to happen to her in battle. "...I do not like this." But she didn't have to. Not really. "But...you are determined to go without me. I must accept it, I suppose."

Her eyes blazed. There was anger there still, but she would not argue with hm. "Kill them all. Show no mercy."

She leaned down and put her face close to his. "Then come back and face my wrath for going alone and leaving me at the Wall."

Jorah smiled to her and kissed her deeply. "Let me help you into your armor then." He said as he moved to collect the pieces that went under the main armor.

Hannibal gave a solemn nod before a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Quite the incentive. You know how much I hate it when you are angry at me." His eyes sparkled a bit as they looked over her form. "I greatly enjoy watching how the thorns of the rose prick me as I pleasure you in apology." He said. He leaned forward to kiss the center of her flat belly before standing. He tilted her chin up and kissed her deeply. "Keep yourself warm. I will return very thirsty." He said.

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The main battle had begun exactly as planned. The officers had been trapped and Hannibal was leading a charge in Vhagar's back with Jorah riding along as well. They tried to separate the officers with dragon fire and they jumped to attack and kill off the officers one by one with valeryian steel.

Daenerys sent Jorah off with a kiss and a smile - the latter was forced. She followed shortly after to the Wall. Margaery was already there. The dark-haired woman shot a dark glare to Daenerys when she saw what the Dragon Queen wore.

"You're wearing armor," Margaery snapped.

"You're not." Daenerys shot back.

She could see the imposter queen was jealous, but Daenerys had other things to focus on. Daenerys was determined to give Jorah a chance on his own. She wouldn't swoop in and take the victory from him. She would only move in if Jorah and Hannibal's forces were overwhelmed.

Margaery was furious. She had been angry before, now she was furious. Seeing Daenerys, prepared and ready for battle - her husband trusted her! She had proper attire to face a battle. Margaery did not have armor; not even when they had fought the war against the South to claim the throne. She had needed all the mobility for that. Margaery glared into the masses of soldiers below the Wall.

She watched carefully for Hannibal and willed herself to not think angrily of him. She would take out her fury when he returned.

Jorah landed and fought side by side with Jon Snow and Hannibal. Both were fierce warriors and the three of them were able to take down two of the officers while the dragons tore apart and roasted the other three. Jorah and Jon were battling fiercely against the largest officer and were struggling in taking him down. The rest of the battle seemed to have gone their way. He could hear he Dothraki yelling fiercely as they fought and it did indeed seem as if there was hope of victory.

Hannibal had dispatched one of the officers upon landing. His two most elite body guards were by his sides. He zeroed in upon the commander and marched towards the creature without hesitation.

Hannibal was an imposing man and this King was considerably taller than him. Hannibal spoke in the old tongue of men. "Your attempt to overthrow the living has come to an end. You were created in the past and today you will be undone." He said with full authority in his voice.

The king tilted his head for a moment before speaking. The two men on either side of Hannibal stiffened before becoming absolutely frozen. Hannibal quickly sliced his blade in a circle to cut their heads off. Vhagar roasted and ate them in an instant.

Hannibal's eyes had turned ice blue and he had felt a surge of energy. The King seemed to be confused by this turn of events.

Hannibal stared the creature in its eyes before continuing to speak. "I am descended from the family you had before you were turned. Your tricks and magic will not affect your own kin." He said before he raised his blade to block the attack from an underling who had been called back to protect his king. Vhagar began to eat him as Hannibal crossed blades with the King.

It was a difficult battle and Hannibal had to exercise caution and dodge a few heavy blows. He thought he had dodged well, until he felt the sharp bite of the King's blade through his plated armor. He could feel the cut across his chest. He could feel the blood freezing beneath his armor from the cold and knew he would not bleed out, but he would require mending upon his return to castle Black.

The metallic smell of his blood caused red to tint the edges of his ice blue eyes. With a fierce battle cry he rushed the King, he dove and rolled under the swing of his blade before popping up into the air and cutting the creatures head clean off of his shoulders. Blood splattered all over him and he commanded Vhagar to eat the body. He then picked up the head.

As he was bent over, he heard footsteps approaching rapidly. He swung his blade and used the head as a club. He heard a cry of pain and looked to see that he had struck Jorah. Jon Snow was limping after the man and saw how Jorah was clinging to his leg that clearly was broken.

Jon Snow shook his head. "He saw blood and said you were bitten. He was attacking you."

Hannibal gave a dark glare to Jorah. "We vowed to set aside our political differences. You have dishonored yourself further." He said before looking to Jon. "Drag his old carcass back to the castle. I will deal with him later, he can be with his wife. Someone needs to tend to his leg." He said.

He then mounted Vhagar and flew over the fiery pit. He held the head high and called out to the remaining white walkers to join their master. He then threw the head into the pit. Once it hit the flames all white walkers both in and out of the pit screamed in pain as they exploded into flames. Hannibal turned and saw a ring of smoke going up in a series of circles. This had just been the first wave...of they had not defeated him...he shook his head to clear it. He grimaced at the motion. He needed to clean up his wounds and be prepared to take full command.

As the fighting had gotten steadily more violent, Daenerys had been sorely tempted to call for Drogon. But the Dothraki grew more used to how the White Walkers fought and how fast they could move. Soon enough it seemed that the tide was turning, and she found herself absolutely gleeful. Daenerys grinned and clapped her hands as the White Walkers slowly dwindled in numbers.

Margaery was not so jubilant. She saw Hannibal move in on the Night King. She saw how they fought and how Hannibal's lieutenants were dispatched with minimal effort. She was relieved that Hannibal was able to kill them easily. But then the Night King attacked.

She saw her husband fight bravely. She saw how Hannibal so skillfully faced the Night King, the oldest and most powerful White Walker in existence, all on his own in hand-to-hand combat. She couldn't have been prouder, or more terrified. It seems her terror was justified when she saw how the creature moved in, and slashed Hannibal in the chest. Margaery screamed, echoing loud above the sounds of battle. No, not Hannibal! Not her husband! Tears formed in her eyes as the fear gripped her heart like poisoned ice, she felt ill just looking upon the scene. Everything stopped for her then. Time froze and for a long moment, Margaery couldn't breathe.

It was only when Hannibal moved again and continued the battle that her senses rushed back to her. Everything was a blur for a moment, but then she saw what unfolded below. He...he won? He beheaded the Night King? It wasn't really real for Margaery until she saw the head held high by her husband.

She screamed with delight then, jubilant and elated; though it was short-lived. When she saw Jorah moving so quickly towards Hannibal, her gaze darkened. Only when Hannibal defended himself and dealt with the traitor did she look to Daenerys.

"Your husband attacked the King!" She hissed. "After our agreement to see this enemy defeated together!"

"He was slashed by the Night King! Clearly he thought your husband was wounded and infected!" Daenerys protested.

But both women looked up as Hannibal pitched the head into the flames. Was it over now? Could it be over? Margaery wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. She looked up to Vhagar and called out for Hannibal.

Jorah was writhing in pain, but he looked very worried as soon as Hannibal took flight. He heard the screams and his face drained of color when it sounded like there were more behind them. However, when the battlefield grew quiet he knew it was over. Hannibal had claimed victory.

He looked to Jon Snow and Grey Worm. They quickly latched his leg to a branch and worked to get him on a dragon to return to the castle quickly. It took some effort, but they landed at castle black in half an hour. Jorah was doing his best not to cry out in pain and give Hannibal the satisfaction of knowing the damage he had caused.

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