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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 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.

Hannibal gave his eldest children a wink to signal that he was not truly cross with them. He then looked with some concern over his youngest daughter. He looked to Sansa, "has she been sick or needed additional changes?" He asked.

Sansa shook her head that everything else was normal. He looked into her eyes and saw a little smile. He chuckled and shook his head as he looked to his wife. "She will be expensive to feed my dear. I do not think she is ill. I do believe she has a preference for fresh food, not leftovers." He said.

He then focused on Sansa, "Your half brother is a rave and honorable man. He is well suited to be Lord Commander. I will continue to send more good men than thieves and prisoners for him to train at the wall. The ultimate threat has been eliminated. However, I want all of the stations along the wall to be bustling with men once more to prevent a new threat from taking root there. There are many wildlings living in the gift. I leave it to your discretion as warden of the North on how to keep the peace between them and the Northmen. If any assistance is needed, I will send troops to support you." He said. It was his way of saying they were victorious and that Jon was safe.

Rhys and Reina giggled from their father's wink, but kept quiet enough so as not to be noticed. Margaery smiled and nodded knowingly to Hannibal. As a mother she couldn't help but worry that it was something more sinister that plagued their daughter. But deep down she realized that Loerys was simply hungry and missed her mother. For as Margaery had said before, it wasn't right that they had left her so soon after she'd been born.

"Well, we'll fix that, won't we darling?" she whispered to Loerys.

Sansa bowed her head to Hannibal and smiled softly. "Thank you, your majesty. Jon has always been kind and patient, and his dedication makes him the perfect man for the Night's Watch. I know he will be appreciative of any assistance you are able to give him."

Margaery glanced down, surprised when Loerys buried herself into the furs and blankets that were wrapped around her. Aenar also whimpered slightly and burrowed against his mother's skirts. "Shall we go inside then?" Margaery glanced up. Sansa nodded and led the way into the castle.

Margaery couldn't help smiling, and blushing. This was where she had first met Hannibal. She had a great many memories here. She made a mental note to tell the children before bed tonight, to share some of he stories, not all of course, about her history here with their father.

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?"

Jorah smiled and praised her as she looked up at him and worked on holding her head up for longer. He did slip his arm around her waist to hold her close to him. "Indeed, this is much better. At this rate I will fully heal in a few days." He noticed how little room she had and shifted slightly. "You can always sit in my lap if that would be more comfortable. It's below my knee that I am injured." He said as a genuine offer.

Daenerys shifted a bit closer to him, careful of Daella's position and holding her tight. Not quite in his lap just yet.

"You need to be especially careful in the ship, darling," she kissed his jaw. "There are no Maesters to heal you should something go wrong." She feared he would try to heal quicker than his body would allow, and by the time they would get back to Essos, it would be too late to fix.

Jorah smiled as he kissed her temple. "No, I would not risk a permanent handicap in this place. I just don't want you to fall off of the bunk." He said.

Daenerys chuckled and nuzzled his jaw. "I'm not falling anywhere, I'm more stable and stronger than I look."

"Daaaddy!" Daella had been repeating her first word over and over, delighting in how it pleased her parents.

Jorah chuckled and smiled at their young daughter. He smiled to his wife and kissed her temple tenderly. "I'm worried this is her first word. I feel like she will be using this as she grows older for me to dote her with something." He said with a teasing light in his eyes. The hand around Danaerys waist held her firmly and even drifted enough to give her ass a slight, playful squeeze.

Daenerys chuckled and cuddled in close to him again. "As if you could refuse our daughter anything," she pointed out. Her eyes flashed at him as he squeezed her ass. She brought her fingers up and traced designs over his chest. "Now, now my lover, don't start what you can't finish." She glanced to their daughter, who tugged at the ties of Jorah's shirt and even chewed on them slightly.

Jorah just grinned as he picked up a string to his shirt and used it to play with their daughter a bit. He then smirked to his wife. "If you desired to go for a ride Inwould not stop you.@. He said. He shifted slightly in his spot and gave her ass a firmer squeeze. "Unless you are not desirous of going on a ride?" He said with an even bigger teasing look in his eyes.

Daella giggled and reached to grab the string and tug it sharply. Daenerys shot him a sharp look, but smiled all the same. "I have desired a ride for some time. However, we have an obstacle," she pointed to their daughter, who rolled onto her back and vigorously kicked her legs. She showed no signs of being ready to go down for a nap anytime soon.

Jorah's eyes lit at her look and comment. He turned to young Daella and rubbed over her belly in a circular motion. He hummed a soft lullaby. It took just a minute before she struggled to keep her eyes open. She looked to Danaerys and reached for her in her plea for a nap. Jorah looked triumphant and waited for her to go lie their daughter down for a nap. He felt his cock stirring to life rapidly at the though of feeling his wife's tightness around him.

Daella giggled, but did indeed become sleepy and reached for her mother. Daenerys stood up and took her baby in her arms and smiled down at her. "Come little love," she whispered as she carried Daella to the small portable crib and set her down so that she could sleep. Then she returned to Jorah and climbed into bed with him, her knee carefully placed between his as she leaned up to kiss him.

Jorah groaned softly when she put her knee there. He had made slow, but steady adjustments so that she could more easily sit astride him. He kissed her deeply and his hands moved to her perfect breasts. He had missed this with her for the past few days. Gods he hoped he healed soon so that he could please her properly.

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