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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 hissed a few times in pain as his trousers were put into place. His leg was very sore and he seriously doubted he could walk upon it at all. He gave her a half hearted smile when she attempted to lift his spirits. "You will have plenty of practice yet." He said.

Hannibal continued to growl lowly as he fucked her wildly. He too heard the creaking and was determined to break the bed they were on. He continued to drive into her and slammed deep within her to release his seed once more in her. At that moment the bed beneath them broke.

Daenerys saw the flinch of pain and so did Daella.

"You don't think this will be permanent, do you?" She worried that Hannibal Bolton had crippled her husband. "You look so pained, my love. Perhaps a healer could help before we leave and have no chance for one at sea?" For a moment, she thought of pleading for such mercy from Margaery.

Daella was equally concerned. The little one again touched over his face and she pouted her lips.

"Daddy..." she whimpered softly. Her first word. Daenerys stared, stunned.

Margaery loved this feral side. It had been so long since they'd had this. When he slammed so hard inside her, Margaery screamed her pleasure aloud for Castle Black. She came hard as he filled her with his release. Her body bucked beneath him, writhing as the tingling heat and pleasure rushed through her body.

Jorah was considering her words and was trying to smile for his young daughter. Her clear word stunned him. He turned to her and his eyes watered briefly as he looked into her eyes. "What did you say?" He asked her. There was pride in his eyes, but he wasn't certain if he had heard her correctly.

Hannibal growled lowly as he slowed and rested atop her. He pulled back to look around for a moment. He smirked as he looked deep within her eyes. "I wonder if the Lord Commander will want us to replace his bed." He teased with a low rumble.

Daella blinked when he looked down at her and began to speak. She fidgeted in his lap and again reached up to touch over his face.

"Daaaaadd-y!" She chirped with a sharp giggle.

Daenerys was beside herself with delight. She sat beside Jorah and stroked over Daella's white downy hair. "That's right...that's right! That's your daddy, my darling."

Daella giggled and buried her face into Jorah's chest. She liked seeing them happy.

Margaery breathed heavily, and her legs remained wrapped around him. She laughed at his words and kissed him deep. "Most likely." She nuzzled him softly. "How long has it been since we broke a bed? We should do this far more often..."

Jorah smiled brightly when she said the word once again. He held her close and kissed the top of her sweet little head. "Yes, I am your daddy." He said with absolute pride. She had truly lifted his spirits.

Hannibal smiled as he kissed the end of her nose playfully. "Indeed we should. I think we will keep the carpenters plenty busy in King's Landing once we return." He said.

He could hear men moving outside. "Come, let us get dressed and go see what our final enemy has decided to do." He said.

Daenerys smiled and kissed Jorah's cheek as he held their daughter. "She loves you. Almost as much as I do." She whispered. Her arm wrapped around Jorah's waist and she leaned in close. "I love you so much, you're the strongest man I've ever met," she whispered.

Margaery chuckled and kissed the corner of his mouth. Then she rose and stepped to her chest of clothes. "Very well, what shall I wear?" Margaery snatched up her crown, smaller than Hannibal's but still grand. "Just this, perhaps?"

Jorah smiled as he pulled her in to kiss her deeply. He continued to hold Daella as he looked to her. "It would be good to see a Maester before we leave." He said.

Hannibal stood and moved to his own chest to dig through his own clothes. He turned and smirked at her as he looked over her nearly nude form. "I fear it is a bit cold for that. I would hate to risk those breasts if yours to the cold." He said with a wide smirk in his face.

Daenerys kissed him back and smiled as he mentioned seeing a Maester. "I'll summon the Maester and have him come here to you." She summoned Grey Worm and sent him to find the Maester. Daenerys was happy and content to remain there in the room with her husband and their daughter. "She'll grow up to be strong, just like her father."

Margaery chuckled and shed her sheer gown in favor of a heavier gown of soft wool and trimmed with fur. She kept the crown and her hair lay in a braid down her chest, secured with a gold rose hairpin. "How's this? Better?" She smiled.

Jorah waited patiently for the Maester. He was given a healthy portion of milk of the poppey to drink on the boat if the rocking motions were too much. Also for the upcoming carriage ride to the iron fleet. He thanked the Maester and asked Grey Worm to assist him. Missendi brought a wooden crutch for him to use to try and walk by himself. He nodded with thanks to her before looking to his wife. "We should begin our journey home." He said.

Hannibal smirked as he turned to dress in his best deep red velvet furs with black trim. He placed his crown upon his head and turned to look at her with approval. "Yes, much better. I will send servants to send our clothes back to King's Landing. We will leave for Winterfell with all haste. I am eager to see our children." He said as he pulled her close and looked at her lovingly.

Daenerys watched the Maester carefully as he looked over Jorah. She kissed his cheek again and slowly rose with him, taking Daella in her arms. "Indeed, the sooner we leave, the sooner we'll be home and safe from my long-removed relative."

She wanted their daughter far away from him and the Bolton line.

Margaery smiled as she straightened his crown and smoothed her hands over his velvet furs. When he mentioned the children, her eyes lit and she kissed him deeply. "Really? When can we leave!? I so badly want to see our children, I miss them." She nuzzled and kissed over his jaw over and over. "A mother should not be parted from her children. Particularly a queen."

Jorah nodded in agreement. He followed after her out of their room. They went out to where their men were gathering and preparing to leave. The commanders had not been given full details yet. They would have a discussion once they were away from the Bolton men. They looked for Hannibal. Jorah was curious if any of the men had turned.

Hannibal chuckled as he offered her his arm. "Oh I know better than to tease you in such a manner. You will make it abundantly clear when you are cross with me." He said. "We will leave before lunch and be there by nightfall. That is, if you think you can manage to stay on dragonback that long." He teased her.

They walked outside and he changed to his neutral face. He heard the report that no men had turned in the night. He saw Danaerys army mustering and noted that they were all together. He approached them and looked them over. "I see you are as eager to leave this bitter cold as some of my men." He said. He was giving them the opportunity to say where they were going, and confirming if they were taking his deal.

Daenerys went out and oversaw the men and their preparations. She was anxious and concerned to meet the Boltons again.

When Hannibal appeared and issued the slight tease, Daenerys stuck her nose into the air. "This cold was not built for the Dothraki," she replied. That was all the reply he was going to get. She was angry and bitter that he had taken her home away. But she was not about to put her daughter at risk.

Margaery smirked at Hannibal's remark and kissed him deeply. "The sooner the better. I ache for poor Loerys, she needs her mother's fresh milk."

And he was right, if she was upset, she would make it known. There was no worry of that.

When she walked out with Hannibal and surveyed the assembling Dothraki and Unsullied. When Daenerys gave her sharp reply, Margaery smirked. They were leaving, that was clear.

Jorah was equally frustrated at their situation and the two that had caused all of their problems. However, he was grateful that they were both being half civil. "We should not stay out in his bitter cold for too much longer. We truly must begin our journey." He said.

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