[For Jorah/Hannibal] Homecoming

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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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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.

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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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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.

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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.