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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 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.

Hannibal flew to the top of the wall and hopped off of Vhagar next to the women. Margaery should note the hint of pain he flashed tonher alone. He glared at Danaerys. He towered over her as his anger boiled over. "You had best thank all of the gods you know that Indidnt kill your traitorous, cowardly husband. He is not to be seen by a single member of my family." He growled.

He then turned to Margaery. "We will be needed at the gate." He said as he led her to the elevator to start heading down. He wanted to oversee the selection of who needed to be quarantined.

Daenerys saw as Hannibal dealt with Jorah. When Jon Snow and Grey Worm moved in on Jorah to temporarily mend his leg. Her eyes flashed in anger as Hannibal spoke. "You will not speak of him that way!" She hissed at Hannibal. She was not about to let him bully her. They would get this matter sorted.

For the moment, she was more distracted with Jorah and his wounds. Daenerys bolted for Jorah when he was moved from the dragon's back. "Jorah!" she cried out as she ran up to him. Her arms were around him in an instant, supporting him on herself so that he could stand without putting too much weight on his leg.

"What happened? Tell me what was going on!" Daenerys touched over his jaw.

Margaery saw the pain in his eyes and for a moment felt terribly for him. She knew he was suffering. When Daenerys left them, she followed Hannibal to the elevator. Only when they were inside the elevator itself and alone did she kiss him hard, so happy that he survived.

"Thank the gods you survived!" Margaery smiled, but then hit him hard in the arm, using all of her strength. "Do you have any idea how much you worried me!? I had to sit up here and watch all that, helplessly!!"

Margaery hit him again in the arm, tears in her eyes now falling freely down her face. "And you have to do it all again? I can't take it, Hannibal, not again!" Margaery cried and buried her face into his neck.

Jorah winced when he had to rely upon his wife to stand. He was in serious pain. His eyes looked to her with sorrow. "We won the battle. There were additional white walkers prepared to move in on command. Once their leaders head went into the flames they burned from within." He said. He had failed her in not killing Hannibal and now they might be in danger.

Hannibal winced not from her strikes, but how they shifted the blood that had frozen beneath his armor. He held her for a moment. "I promise you can hit me and cry as much as you like once we are indoors and alone. For now I need you to not warm up my armor." He said as he kissed her forehead tenderly. "It was a glancing blow, but his blade cut through my armor. Fortunately the blood froze between myself and the armor. As long as I stay cool no one will notice." His eyes drifted to Danaerys and Jorah. He didn't trust them to know of his injury.

Daenerys looked deep into his eyes and lowered her voice to a whisper. "And then? With Hannibal?" She clutched him close to her, careful not to squeeze too tight. She glanced down to his broken leg and looked terribly worried for him. Carefully she kissed him and pressed her forehead against his. "What happened? What's to become of us now?" She feared Hannibal's wrath after what had happened.

Margaery's eyes widened in fear as he explained the wound he had sustained. She stared at his armor, seeing the scrape where the blade had made contact. Margaery nodded reluctantly in agreement. "Do you think there will be another attack? Or was that all they had?" Margaery carefully held his arm, leaning into him a bit, just a little. Just to show the soldiers that he still had strength and power. As though nothing was wrong.

"...Hannibal...are you really all right?" she feared what might happen if they removed his armor.

Jorah looked to her solemnly. "We will speak in private." He began before dropping his voice low. "The men should be prepared for a quick exit." He whispered to her. He too was concerned at what Hannibal might do. The man had defeated the undead King in single combat. He was not certain how, but it worried him.

Hannibal gave her a sidelong glance. "We will need a hot blade handy to fully seal the cut. I do not know how deep it is." He said before the lift came to a stop. He took her arm and stood tall. His face became a mask of dark anger as he easily stood at his full height. One of his guards placed his crown upon his head as he turned to stride towards where the men were being sorted. The wildling reported that no men seemed to show signs of bites or scratches.

Hannibal gave a nod. "Very well. My troops will stay separate from our guests from Essos." He then turned to glare at Danaerys and Jorah. He approached and looked over the pair of them. "The pair of you could be accused of attempted assassination." He said with fire and rage in his voice. His eyes turned to Danaerys and began speaking in High Valeryian. "I will flay him where he stands and turn your own dragon children upon you if you commanded him to attack me on the field. I will take your daughter and sterilize her so that your bloodline will end." He said meaning every single word of his threat. "Did you order him to attack me?"

Daenerys nodded in understanding. She looked to Grey Worm, he knew what to do. He moved quickly and silently through the men and went to give the order to the Dothraki and the Unsullied.

When Hannibal appeared and moved closer to her and Jorah, she glared up at him, violet eyes alight. She didn't shy away, even when he threatened her and Jorah in Valeryian. Daenerys stood up straighter and glared right back at him.

"You will not threaten my daughter again, I don't care what power you think you have or what you think you can do," Daenerys hissed in Valeryian. "I did not give such a command. We all saw you cut by the Night King's sword. Anyone could have reasoned that you might be infected. Your eyes were blue, for hells' sake!"

Margaery didn't like it when Hannibal threatened Daella. The child didn't deserve to be involved in this. She gave Hannibal's arm a slight squeeze, but otherwise made no moves nor said anything on the matter.

"This can be dealt with later, can it not?" Margaery was concerned about his wounds. She wanted them looked at immediately. It wouldn't do for him to get upset, to get his blood going until it burst from his chest and he bled out. Again she squeezed Hannibal's arm, hoping that he would comply. "Shouldn't we be focused on healing the wounded and re-fortifying the Wall?"

Jorah watched as Grey Worm moved to ensure the men were prepared. He tried to stand tall when Hannibal approached, but he could not put any weight on his leg and he felt his mind beginning to go fuzzy from the pain. He knew they had just been threatened and have his wife's shoulder a light squeeze. They did indeed need to be careful.

Hannibal seemed to find a way to stand taller. "He was a fool to attack without at the very least announcing himself. Snow had enough commen sense to show caution on his approach, but his blade was bared at me as well. That would have been a logical course of action." He pointed out.

He felt Margaery squeezing his arm and knew she was worried about hisnwound that he was hiding. He would leave Danaerys with a thought. "It was not a threat to your daughter. It was a statement of what would become of your daughter should you attempt to overthrow me. Your husband is too broken to mount any sort of attack for some time. No living souls will support the woman who stood atop the wall and only sent her troops and dragons into the fray but did not go herself. Take your men and leave my kingdom. The iron fleet that brought younfrok Essos are currently anchored at the end of the wall in a final fort of the knights watch. Go and return to Essos." His voice dropped lower. "If you stay and try to fight me, I will make you a widow, turn your dragons on you, and then watch as they consume you piece by piece. Your daughter would become my ward as an orphan without dragons and without any hope of marriage. It is time to make your decision. Rest assured that any attack on me or my men in the night will end in disaster for you." He said all in Valeryian. This was her opportunity to leave.

Hannibal had left plenty of reinforcements in King's Landing to keep it secure should she try a double cross. She would have to turn the iron fleet, which would never happen.

Daenerys bristled, and tried not to let the fear show in her eyes. But in her mind she imagined what would happen if she crossed Hannibal. She imagined Daella, her beautiful daughter, trapped in the Red Keep and tormented until she drove herself mad. As mad as her grandfather before her. She saw Hannibal gutting Jorah, spilling his innards upon the ground and feeding it to his dragons. She imagined Drogon, Viserion and Rhagal turning against her, and tearing her limb from limb.

She did not want to see this come to fruition. Nor did she want to relinquish her rule of the Seven Kingdoms.

"...It was a threat. This isn't over," she snapped before turning, helping Jorah and moving away from them, heading towards their own chambers. Jorah needed to be held and healed.

Margaery kept her arm looped with Hannibal's, but she made it a point to turn and edge him away from the other pair. He didn't need to worry about them now. They could be chased out if they didn't take to the Iron Fleet of their own volition. There was no need to worry and get caught up in the anger and emotion of the situation.

The pairs parted company and Margaery led him back to their chambers, sending the maids and the guards away, leaving the two of them alone with Moanna. Margaery helped Hannibal to the bed and gently ushered him to sit down.

She hadn't said a word yet, she was still angry. But more than that, she was worried sick. Margaery had been in the North long enough to know that infection could set in quickly enough if they weren't careful. She moved to help him undo the clips and buckles of his armor. Then slowly she reached up and took the crown from his head and set it down on the bedside table.

Jorah listened, but said nothing. He limped slowly with Danaerys to their chambers. He waited until they were behind closed doors to show the true amount of pain he was in. He looked far older than his years as he moved to sit on the floor by the bed. He wanted to be close enough to get into the bed on his own if he needed. Missendi and Grey Worm were there with tools to help set his leg.

"What were his threats?" He asked her.

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