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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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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.

Hannibal glared at her and walked away with Margaery. He placed his knife in the fire to grow hot. He sat on a stool and assisted her in removing a variety of pieces of his armor. His eyes found hers as he held the broken breastplate. "I am going to remove this. Take the blade in the fire and press it across the entire wound. It will clean and seal it." He said.

Daenerys saw how pained he looked. She got down on the floor beside him to help set his leg properly. He was her priority. She took his hand in hers and laced their fingers. Dark fire burned in her eyes as she looked up to him.

"He threatened our daughter," she replied. "He commanded that we return to Essos, or he would defeat me in and combat, then the dragons against me and make Daella barren as his ward."

She was angry, but fear was clear in her eyes. "...what do we do?"

Margaery looked terrified. But she nodded and reached for the warm handle of the knife. She would have to work quickly. If she didn't, he could bleed out and she would be left alone with the angry dragon queen.

"I'm ready," she waited, ready to spring when he pulled the armor away.

Jorah hissed from the pain as his leg was set properly. His eyes flashed to hers with dark anger at the threat that was made against them. He felt his chest tighten as he knew that hisnleg would not be mended fast enough for him to try to stop Hannibal. He looked to her solemnly as he set his jaw. "We should wait. I don't know what the wraith King might have done to him. Let us wait and see if there is anything amiss." He suggested. At this pint a full attack would end in disaster for them. His men knew how the Dothraki fought, their techniques and strategies no longer held an element of surprise.

Hannibal looked deep into her eyes. "It will be fine my love." He reassured her before pulling the chestplate away. The gash went completely across his chest. However, it was shallow and narrow. He had been lucky to dodge it. He would not show an ounce of pain as she began to cauterize the wound.

Daenerys' heart broke for him as she watched his leg getting re-set. When he was properly set and cared for, Daenerys sent Grey Worm and Missandei away, and asked them to bring Daella. When Missandei brought their daughter, she was asleep, so she set her down in her crib before promptly leaving.

Daenerys sat beside Jorah and listened carefully as he spoke. She sighed heavily. "...he said no one would follow me because I didn't go into battle..."

She had wanted to. So badly she had wanted to. Margaery hadn't gone, but Margaery wasn't asking all the Seven Kingdoms to follow her and abandon their current ruler. Daenerys looked up to Jorah.

"Have we lost? He won't let us stay here long enough for us to watch and see if he develops symptoms and turns," she shook her head. "He's demanded that we leave immediately."

Margaery pouted her lips when he tried to reassure her. But she moved quickly, pressing the hot blade against the cut the moment it was exposed. There was a sizzle sound as the hot blade touched his skin. The smell was awful, but she made certain to get the wound sealed.

Once she was done, Margaery took a healing salve and gently pressed it to his wound to help it heal. She then stood up slowly and moved to get him a loose shirt, in case he wanted to dress again. Margaery moved beside him and again examined his cut. "Are you all right?"

Jorah had raised himself into the bed while their daughter was brought in. He settled into the bed and shifted an arm around her shoulders to hold her close. "Unless he turns...our path has becom very difficult." He answered truthfully. Hisneyes showed that perhaps they had indeed lost this.

Hannibal growled lowly, but otherwise did not flinch from the pain. The salve was indeed comforting. After it set in, he would wash up. Hannibal was not aware of it, but his eyes had flashed to icy blue when the hot iron was pressed against his chest. He looked up at her once he verified that the bleeding had been stopped.

"You did excellent work my love. You sealed it completely." He twisted slowly and stretched slightly. "There is some pain, but I will live." He promised her as a smirk crossed his face. "I don't think I will allow you a ride anytime soon though." He said as lust began to build in his eyes.

Daenerys sighed and shook her head sadly. They had lost.

"I wanted my home back, my birthright. I wanted to bring our daughter to Dragonstone, the place of her ancestors, along with Bear Island," she shook her head. "...I am not the leader in thought I was..."

Margaery smiled and ran her hands over his shoulders. She chuckled at his words, then punched him hard several times in the arm and in his upper chest, avoiding his cut.

"You bastard!! I can't believe you went and did that to me! You nearly got yourself killed!! You almost left me a widow! Were you out of your mind!?" Margaery hit him a few more times before she stopped, tears were in her eyes.

"I can't believe you didn't let me help...I was worried sick, watching you up there," she whimpered.

Jorah felt as if a frozen blade had been thrust into his heart when he heard those words. "No, you had to face far harder trials to become the leader you are. I know it felt like a long journey, but to come here from King's Landing took half the time it did to cross the Dothraki sea. You have single handedly claimed control of all Dothraki clans. He would not have earned their respect and loyalty like you have. Your people live with freedom and know that you will keep them free and safe. His people live in fear of his wroth, they do not respect him." He said. He did not want his strong wife to be this defeated.

Hannibal had not expected her anger to turn on him so quick. The pinches were weak, but a few did irritate the freshly sealed cut. He was very glad that he had not yet taught her to properly punch yet. He stood and wrapped his arms around her to hold her close once those tears began to flow freely. He brushed a few off her cheek as he looked deep within her eyes. "If you had been at my side you would be dead. He used old magic to instantly freeze and turn my men. My lineage protected me from him." He said solemnly.

Daenerys leaned into him as tears welled in her eyes. "We don't have a choice, do we? We must return to Essos, if we want to stay alive and live happily with our daughter. That is our only choice, isn't it?"

She looked at Daella's innocent sleeping figure. "There's no hope for us here. His line is secured, in four children." She would not resort to the butchery that had destroyed almost the entire Stark clan.

Margaery had purposely held back on her punches. She didn't want to do more damage to him, or worse yet risk his death. Margaery buried her face into his neck as he held her.

"My Tyrell blood burns too hot," she looked up to him. "He could not have frozen me, there is yet magic over the Southern clans that the North knows not."

She brought her fingers up over his cheek and looked into his eyes. "Promise me you won't ever do that again. I can't handle watching that again."

Jorah held her tightly and kissed her forehead. He waited for a few moments to collect his thoughts on how best to proceed. "I have you and Daella still warm and breathing. I cannot express how thankful I am to the gods that I can say that right now." He said softly. He had been concerned of their chances early in the battle.

Hannibal listened and gave a hint of a smile. "Indeed there is magic in your blood. I look forward to seeing how it fully manifests itself." He said before looking deep within her eyes. "There will never be a need for such extremes as this battle. That I swear to you." He vowed.

Daenerys buried her face against his chest and sighed deeply. "She deserves better than Essos, she deserves the land of her ancestors."

Her eyes suddenly turned dark and angry. "And he claims ancestry in the Targaryen line. He dares to claim that he is blood of my blood."

How could she let that stand? How could she leave Westeros at the command of another usurper? Again she began to cry, burying her face into Jorah's chest. This had been planned so meticulously. They had tried so hard.

"We've failed..." she whined.

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