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randomosity2016-09-19 05:59 am
tyrelltempest) wrote in randomosity2016-09-19 05:59 am
[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."
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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He frowned at the message and the discussion in general. He knew of the legitimate Bolton heir. He was equally clever as his father. "We need more information about the situation. The Bolton's are not fools when it comes to strategy. There is something about him that we do not know." He said with concern.
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He knew Olenna was visiting and he had just stepped out to join them for tea. "Hello ladies." He greeted before kissing the top of his youngest sons head and kissing Maegaery's temple tenderly.
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She ignored Jorah.
They were alone, save for their daughter, and she ignored him. She didn't want to speak to him, not after everything that had happened at dinner. Daenerys was still fuming, angry and betrayed by Jorah.
Not to mention she felt unattractive and undesired after that display when he'd shown interest in the Sand Snakes...and in Yara Greyjoy.
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She smiled after a moment and glanced to Hannibal. "Your plan seems to have worked perfectly, my darling." she praised him, leaning up and puckering her lips a bit to beckon him down to allow her to kiss him.
"So then, how do we continue with your plan?" she rested a hand over her belly.
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She ran her fingers over the mantle of the fireplace. "We heard your little show," she glanced over her shoulder. "We wondered if you wanted some additional company."
Daenerys moved towards the bed to join Margaery. She straddled the other woman's waist and leaned down to kiss her softly. Ignoring if Hannibal planned on protesting. She had her target; she wanted Jorah to see her dominate the would-be queen. Daenerys ran her hands over Margaery's plush breasts.
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It wasn't long after they arrived in the Dreadfort that Margaery began feeling the pains of delivery. Her children were very concerned; more so the twins than young Aenar. But Reina took her younger brother and held him close while the servants helped Margaery to an extra room to deliver her fourth baby.
Soon enough the pain was so intense that Margaery was crying out and writhing even as the servants tried to hold her back to deliver the baby. The twins were upset just outside the room, hearing their mother cry out. She cried rivers of tears from the pain, and cried out for Hannibal even as the midwife directed her to help her deliver the baby.
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She had spent every waking moment with baby Loerys until they arrived at Winterfell. And even then, she lingered at Winterfell and put off leaving until Hannibal would no longer tolerate her stalling. Margaery had cried significantly all the way to the Wall.
Finally when they arrived she took a few minutes to compose herself and sat up straight. She would not appear weak, not in front of the Watch. Not in front of Daenerys. Before they left the carriage she took Hannibal's hand. "...we'll survive this, won't we? We'll survive and get back to our children, right?"
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