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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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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.

Hannibal was amused at the snark, but did not press it now. He gave a nod at Jorah's words. "Indeed, I will send a raven to the Iron Fleet to be prepared to get you and your men underway immediately upon your arrival. I do wish you a safe journey back home." He said out of politeness and decorum.

Daenerys nodded in response to Jorah and gave a short nod to Hannibal.

"We'd be much obliged, thank you," She was anxious to be gone and rid of their company. Anxious to get back to Essos and focus on what was important: Raising her daughter.

Margaery gave a short smile. But she too was anxious to leave. Anxious to get to Winterfell and see her children. She gave Hannibal's arm a slight squeeze. Portraying to him her eagerness. "Do you think it will be long before you're ready?" Margaery asked Daenerys.

"As soon as my men are packed and ready, so too shall we," Daenerys replied.

Jorah nodded his thanks. Right at that moment Grey Worm approached slowly to say that they were ready. Jorah gave a slight bow of his head. "We won't take anymore of your time." He said as a hint that they were ready to go. He would wait and walk with his wife to Drogon. Grey Worm had made adjustments to the saddle and Jorah would be able to ride behind Danaerys and hold Daella. He had to be helped into the saddle before it was tightened into its proper place. He held Daella and waited for them to take off.

Hannibal watched as they mobilized and began their march of defeat home. He sent for a raven and placed a pre-written message on the raven. It gave Yara directions to set sail for Mereen with all haste upon the arrival of Danaerys Stormborn.

He then wished the men at the wall the best and promised more recruits. His men were ordered to march back to King's Landing with all haste and to celebrate their victory here upon their return to King's Landing. He then ones his dragons and mounted Rhagar and offered his hand to Margaery to assist her up so they could fly to Winterfell.

Daenerys moved towards Drogon when they were ready. She let Grey Worm help him into the saddle; not because she didn't care, but because she didn't want him to feel emasculated. She waited for him to get settled, then moved to join him in the saddle. Daenerys smiled and kissed over Daella's head before kissing Jorah. Then Drogon lit into the air and flew towards the coast to the Iron Fleet.

Margaery was elated to see the pair leave, but even more elated to mount onto Vhagar's back. She took Hannibal's hand and climbed onto his back. Then she looked over her shoulder to Hannibal. "Ready?"

It seemed Vhagar was. He lit into the air and soon enough they were on their way to Winterfell.

Hannibal smirked as he spurred Rhagar on. He wanted to get there by dinner time. They flew in right as the sun was beginning to set. They landed in the courtyard past the main gates. Their children were all waiting with hope and excitement on their faces. Hannibal bounded off of Rhagar and assisted Margaery onto her feet. He then turned to his children and gave a wink. They ran to hug the pair of them and Hannibal hugged them tight. "Did the three of you behave for Lady Stark?" He asked them.

He looked up to Sansa who was holding their young daughter Loerys.

The moment they landed, Margaery nearly leapt from Vhagar's back. But she waited anxiously for Hannibal to help her. The children shouted for them, the twins in the lead and Aenar behind them as they ran for their parents. Margaery knelt down and kissed them all over and over again.

"My little loves! Mama missed you soooo much!!" Margaery glanced to Sansa and stood up as she carried their infant daughter.

"They behaved - though they are indeed a mischievous group, I will say," Sansa chuckled as she handed Loerys to Margaery.

Hannibal smiled as he stood and gave a nod to lady Sansa. He looked to Rhys and Reina with a hint of sternness. "Did they get into any trouble while they were with you?" He asked. There would be a punishment met out if they had been too much trouble for Sansa.

Sansa smiled and shook her head, "No, the mischief was amongst themselves and a few of the animals around the grounds. There might have been a servant or two who accidentally got in the middle, but nothing that deserves a reprimand." She clarified.

Rhys and Reina both pouted. Being the eldest, for course they were blamed. But Aenar was getting older, he was just as much to blame as they.

When Sansa replied that they had been well-behaved, Margaery kissed Loerys, then the other three in turn. "My good children, I'm so proud of you," she praised before standing slowly.

Loerys, hungry, began to fuss. It was then Sansa looked troubled. "She's been eating, but not very well."

"Fussy Lolo," Aenar said.

"Ohh...poor darling, not sick are you?" Margaery looked worried. "Sansa, if it's not an imposition, could we stay the night and return to King's Landing in the morning?"

"Of course, your grace," Sansa readily agreed.

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Jorah was relieved when they were gone. He wrapped an arm around Danaerys waist and sighed deeply. It took their whole army three days to get to the sea. They immediately loaded onto the iron fleet and set sail for Mereen. Jorah was glad to have a bed to let his leg lie flat. It had grown tight and uncomfortable in the saddle. Grey Worm reported that all men had been instructed to eat and drink water if they got sick during the journey or loose their braids for being defeated by the water. They were trying to prevent any men from dying during the trip home.

Yara Greyjoy had loaded them quickly and they set sail. She was respectful and had not yet made a move...yet.

Daenerys was not terribly happy when they arrived at the Iron Fleet. She remembered all too well the advances of Yara Greyjoy. While part of her was curious, Daenerys was loyal to her husband. She would never betray him in such a manner. In order to avoid the Captain, Daenerys had remained in the cabin with Jorah, keeping him healthy and hydrated.

"Are you in a great deal of pain, love?" She asked as they set sail.

Daella crawled on the bed, near Jorah, lifting her little head up to look at him. She patted his arm with her little hand, wanting his attention.

Yara was mostly patient, she would wait for her opportunity to arise.

Jorah was glad Danaerys was with him. It was less for him to worry about. He smiled to Daella as he reached out to play with her a bit. "I am quite comfortable." He looked up at her, "You being in my arms too would improve my morale greatly." He said with a smirk.

Daella smiled and gave a little squirm. She was on her tummy on the bed, but every so often her control of her neck gave and she was forced to press her head against the covers. This frustrated her, clearly. But she was determined to keep her head up to look at her father for as long as possible.

Daenerys smiled and lifted Daella. The bed was small, not big enough for the three of them to have their own space despite Daella being still so small. Daenerys settled on the other side of Jorah, Daella in her lap. She cuddled close to Jorah, allowing him to wrap his arms around her if he so chose. "Better?"