Chapter 33
Brynden Tully had heard that Jaime Lannister and his best men had stopped hunting him and gone further North. He used that as his golden opportunity to sneak back into Riverrun using the secret tunnels he'd discovered in his youth. He quickly recaptured it from the Freys by killing them off in the dead of night. It was very well stocked with provisions and they could outlast a siege for quite some time. The Blackfish had his men work to bring in extra supplies before they sealed off the tunnels and dumped the dead Frey bodies over the high walls and into the river.
He raised the proud Tully banner from the castle once again as the sun began to rise in the sky. He was home and he was not about to leave again. His enemies would have to kill him to take this place away from him.
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Hannibal had received a few ravens shortly after the birth of his two children. The most important news he wanted to share with Margaery in private. They were in the study while the twins spent time with their grandfather and great-grandmother. He handed Margaery the message he had received from King's Landing.
"Apparently the King saw fit to re-arm the Faith Militant again. The High Sparrow has sent a very strong request for you alone…I suspect that bitch lioness is behind it. However, I would not worry about this idle threat. Those Sparrows would not dare leave King's Landing to try and carry out this order. Especially since your accuser is herself imprisoned by them. She has been accused by her cousin who claimed she forced herself upon him before he joined the brotherhood and became an enforcer for the gods."
Hannibal would keep Margaery safe. Those religious fanatics would not touch her so long as he drew breath. He would kill every last one of them before they set foot in the Dreadfort.
Margaery read the note and became both angry and concerned. There was fury in her eyes as she listened to him speak. That fury turned into a smirk at one particular detail. "Cersei has been imprisoned in the Sept? The King has not yet retrieved her?"
Hannibal shook his head. "The King would start a civil war within the city if he did so. It seems the Queen Mother is quite stuck."
Margaery seemed pleased by that. "I do hope they let her live in misery for a bit."
"I'm sure she is struggling without her wine." Hannibal chuckled before showing her the second bit of news. "I will show this if Ser Jaime arrives. Apparently Jon Snow is now the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. He has reportedly allowed thousands of Wildlings to come through The Wall and begin settling on the gift. This will force me to remain here to ensure the safety of the King's realm. After giving birth to twins, no Maester would approve of you traveling for months. We will easily be able to avoid any trips to King's Landing for the time being."
Margaery nodded with a smile on her face. "Fortuitous circumstances indeed, my love. But is this report true?" She asked with a hint of worry.
Hannibal gave a nod of his head. "It is indeed true. I intend to send a man to find out the purpose behind this move. That will determine what actions I may need to take."
Margaery nodded her head in understanding. Wildlings loose in the North could become a problem quickly. However, Hannibal did not seem too worried about it, so she felt confident enough in her husband's plans to not worry about this new development.
Hannibal smiled as he kissed her temple tenderly. "How are you feeling today? Have our beautiful children thoroughly worn you out?" He teased lightly.
Margaery smiled as she leaned back and into him. "I am feeling better today. Grandmother and my dear father are currently tending to our children. I have been able to catch up on a bit of sleep today and feel quite re-energized."
Hannibal smiled before turning his head as Olenna and Mace entered the room carrying young Rhys and Reina in their arms. Both were wriggling and fussing softly. "Gods these children are quite demanding!" Olenna huffed.
Hannibal smiled as he stood up and held his arms out to take Reina. "They weren't giving you trouble now were they?" he asked with a slight smirk. He surrendered his finger to her small hand so that she could play with it. This calmed her down quickly.
Margaery moved in to collect Rhys. She rocked her son gently and he quieted down as he looked up at her.
Olenna shot Hannibal and Margaery a look when they so easily soothed their children. "Well…considering their parents it is a wonder they aren't more trouble!"
Margaery feigned a hurt expression. "We have never been trouble for you grandmother."
"A storeroom filled with mattresses at Highgarden says otherwise, dear girl." Olenna replied.
Hannibal chuckled as he looked down at Reina. She was looking up at him with curiosity. Hannibal tilted his head as he noticed something different about her eyes. He moved over to Margaery. "Margaery…have you noticed Reina's left eye changing color?"
Olenna stopped the bantering and moved a bit closer with Mace to see what this was all about.
Margaery had a moment of concern cross her face at the question. "No…I have not."
As she leaned over to look, she shook her head as she did indeed see something different now. It took her a moment to recognize the color.
"Is that a purple hue I see?" She gasped softly.
Hannibal nodded. "I had thought she had two brown eyes, but the left eye seems to be a dark purple. I have heard of children's eyes changing color after they are born, but not like this."
He then looked at Rhys and his eyes widened in surprise. "Rhys' right eye is changing as well. It appears to have more purple than Reina's."
Margaery looked down at her son and realized that Hannibal was right. She looked up at her grandmother with a bit of concern on her face. "Have you heard of this before?"
Olenna was close enough to see the children's eyes. She frowned slightly as she considered what she knew of people with a purple hue to their eyes…there was only one family that came to mind. She looked to Hannibal critically.
"I have heard of children changing eye color before." She would do some digging upon her return to Highgarden. Perhaps there was more to this Hannibal Bolton than even he knew.
Margaery frowned at her Grandmother for not answering fully. "With purple eyes grandmother?" Margaery was worried it was a sign of something bad.
Olenna focused on Hannibal. "What do you know of your lineage?"
Hannibal realized what Olenna was thinking and recalled what he could of the limited history of House Bolton. "The beginning of my house is not fully known. Each trueborn son has lived an exceptionally long life. There were a few women as well who seemed to live for quite some time. However, the truth about the very beginning of House Bolton is not recorded anywhere that I know of. I do know that my house goes back to the times of the First Men and that my house ruled part of the North at one time."
Margaery tilted her head in confusion. "What is it, grandmother?"
Olenna looked thoughtful before turning to Margaery. "There are not many houses that can boast of purple eyes my dear. I would keep this information to yourselves for the time being. Let me take a look at a few books older than me to find out more. I promise to tell you when I find something. Now, we must be off to Highgarden. Although, I recommend the two of you explore any parchment in this castle that seems old enough to crumble into dust to try and discover as many Bolton ancestors as you can."
Olenna leaned down to kiss her great-grandchildren before giving Margaery a kiss on the cheek as well.
Mace bowed his head and bid farewell to his daughter and son-in-law. The pair of them left the happy couple and their two bundles of joy to begin their journey back to Highgarden with haste. Olenna wanted to get to the bottom of her suspicions. She also had a gift in mind for her great-grandchildren on their first birthday…if she could secure the gifts by then.
Margaery said her farewells and bid them a safe journey. She turned to look at Hannibal with frustration, curiosity, and a bit of worry. "Do you have an idea of what she was talking about?"
Hannibal nodded his head. "If she is right…my sigil may be mixed with another. The real question is if it is the sigil on a field of blue-green or a field of black." He said. "Either way, if we can prove the lineage…it will be even easier to overtake King's Landing than I had originally thought."
Margaery tilted her head in curiosity, she would discuss this with him further. However, both children had started making their unique sounds to indicate that they were hungry. She could not devote her full attention upon this riddle right now.
Chapter 34
Daenerys frowned as she saw the four bodies of Unsullied soldiers lying before her. It seemed like these 'Sons of the Harpy' were becoming bolder. She turned to her husband for a few ideas on how to rid her city of this pestilence.
"Do you know who is behind this? Surely there is someone leading them." There was rage in her eyes at the thought of rebellion.
Jorah shook his head slowly. "There is no clear evidence on who might be behind this group. I have been working with a few of the citizens to try and form a spy network to discover some truths behind this group. It will take some more time, but I suggest the Unsullied do not travel alone through the city for the time being."
Grey Worm stepped forward to speak. "There is a way to try and end this. Try and discover the leader and eliminate them, cut off the head of the Harpy."
Missandei spoke up then. "Perhaps we could leave traps to try and capture some of them. Then perhaps you could question them and get to the bottom of this."
Daenerys listened and considered their words. She did not like either option in the least. She preferred Grey Worm's plan in general. "I think eliminating the top of this will be more effective. I think traps should be used so that we could question a few of them to try and get information out. I want all that are caught to be brought before me so that I can sentence them upon hearing their case."
They all bowed their heads in respect of her decision before dismissing to accomplish the task she had just given them.
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Jaime sighed as he spotted the Dreadfort. He and his men rode into the castle gates and found plenty of servants prepared to tend their horses. Hannibal was waiting with his new captain of his personal guard at his side, Brienne - sent to them from Highgarden shortly after Olenna and Mace's departure. Margaery was to stay indoors with their children to play into the theme of not leaving the Dreadfort under the Maesters' recommendation.
Hannibal gave Jaime a friendly enough greeting. "Ser Jaime, I had hoped to see you again sooner. However, the gods chose a creative way to keep me here with my wife."
Jaime gave a brief nod of his head. He was surprised to see Brienne standing next to Hannibal, he would try and speak with her to discover how that turn of events came about to bring her here.
He noted that they were being welcomed like allies and that nothing seemed out of place…except for the lack of Margaery's presence. "It is good to see you again as well Lord Bolton. Where is Lady Bolton? I do hope she is not unwell."
Hannibal chuckled at the question. "She is far happier to not be carrying our twins around within her belly. They seemed to have been quite the burden for her dainty feet. Our Maester has recommended that she remain within the Dreadfort for at least the first year to recover." Hannibal motioned towards the keep. "She is waiting for us in the main hall. I am certain you and your men are quite hungry. We have a feast prepared for you."
Jaime gave a nod of his head in understanding. "Twins? That is quite a blessing for the pair of you." He didn't feel like Hannibal was nervous about this meeting. Perhaps this could go smoother than he had feared.
He followed Hannibal and Brienne inside. Sure enough, Margaery was waiting within and gave a polite nod to Jaime, but there was little warmth from her. "You honor us with your visit Ser Jaime. Welcome to the Dreadfort." She kept her attention flicking between Reina and Rhys.
Jaime gave a bow of his head. "Thank you both for such kind hospitality. I wish you both congratulations on your happy news."
Margaery held her babies close, they were sleeping for now, which suited her fine. Mab was at her feet and she growled lowly at Jaime whenever he got closer. she tapped her foot on the ground and Mab dropped her head, though she watched Jaime carefully. "We are happy for your kind thoughts." she replied. A lie, of course, but one that seemed sincere all the same.
Hannibal motioned for the food to be opened up and offered to the guests. Ale was passed around and water was given to Margaery since she was still feeding their children. He heard Vhagar shifting in the rafters high above their heads. He had a series of special chambers built for him to move about the castle out of sight in case there are any guests who are not to know about him. "We thank you for the kind words, Ser Jaime. Do you desire to rest and feast? Or shall we begin with the matters at hand?"
Jaime took the ale, but did not touch the food for now. His men did eat and drink as it was offered. He did not feel like anything was out of place, but something had him on edge. He gave a nod to Hannibal. "You remind me of your father, Lord Bolton. I would prefer to get the matters we need to discuss done now." He glanced to Margaery. "Perhaps a place more private?"
Margaery tilted a brow as Jaime so politely asked that she remove herself so that the men could talk in private. Rather than obey his roundabout request, Margaery looked to Hannibal. She would obey him, and no other. She didn't like Jamie's presence. Now she was imagining how satisfying it would be to watch as he was flayed, slowly and playfully. She would happily tack his skin upon the wall once it was properly tanned.
Hannibal saw the unspoken request from Jaime. However, he fully intended to keep Margaery privy to what was said. He moved and offered to carry one of their children. "There is a more private place to speak. Follow us." He said as he waited for Margaery to walk by his side. He knew Margaery would throw Jaime off and keep him unbalanced in the conversation. Something he looked forward to using against the golden lion.
Margaery passed Rhys to Hannibal and carried Reina in her arms. Margaery couldn't help smiling to herself when Jaime couldn't see – she was indeed pleased with herself. She was happy that her husband was so in love with her and respected her so much that he didn't see her as subservient or as simply a vessel to carry his children. She was more. She was his equal.
Jaime frowned when Margaery was invited along. However, he would not try to push for her to leave for a few more moments. He signaled for Bronn to follow him as they followed the couple deeper within the keep.
Hannibal led them to a small study and motioned for Margaery to enter first, followed by Jaime and Bronn. He shut the door behind them before turning to pass Rhys back to Margaery as she settled into an oversized chair. She was able to easily cradle both babies to her chest. She immediately turned her focus upon the three men. She was going to make it a point to be involved in this conversation, not simply an ornament in the room.
Hannibal focused upon Jaime. "You did not ride all the way from Riverrun and break off from your pursuit of the Blackfish simply to congratulate us. What is your true purpose here?" He asked directly.
Jaime shifted slightly on his feet. He glanced to Margaery once again. "Lady Bolton, we are going to be discussing matters of war. It might be a bit much for the children to hear."
Margaery gave a cool, almost smug smile. She spotted Hannibal giving her a nod and spoke. "Certainly, matters of war and violence may be a bit much for a child of the South…Baratheon, Lannister, Tyrell even." She began. "But my children, Ser Jaime, are of the North. They will likely know violence and the harshness of life far sooner than most children of the South. Besides, they are but babes still. They know the sound of their parents' voices, but do not necessarily understand what we say. We are just fine where we are, thank you very much."
She was not about to be separated from her children either – he was not going to encourage her to send her children to the nursery if she insisted on being here. Bronn chuckled to himself when the Lady of the house had enough sand not to bend to the golden Jaime Lannister. He held his tongue for the moment, but fully intended on teasing Jaime later.
Hannibal gave a nod to Jaime. "My children will not be coddled Ser Jaime. Now, what can house Bolton do to serve the King?"
Jaime shifted a bit at the words. He did not like having a woman and children in the room for what he was commanded to do. "As Warden of the North you are expected to look after the King's interests and to appear in King's landing when summoned."
Hannibal's eyes hardened a bit at the accusation. "In what way does the King feel that I am not looking after his interests in the North? As for the second part, a personal tragedy followed by a blessing has prevented my travel. Due to the gods blessing us with two children, my wife is unable to travel for some time according to our Maester."
"All due respect, My Lord – My Lady," Bronn cut in. "You were summoned to the Red Keep, not your Lady."
Margaery was gently rocking Reina before she cut in. "Ser Bronn of the Blackwater. I remember you well. You are not wrong, my husband was summoned and that does not necessarily mean that the wife should accompany him – after all, someone needs to look after the household and keep things in order. Of course, if my husband were to go South and leave the North with no Warden, it may encourage certain unsavory enemies of the King to move against his castle. Which would, of course, endanger his wife and newborn children. Being that I am a Tyrell, no doubt the Tyrell army would move North in his absence to protect one of their own if need be." That would leave the lands south of King's Landing vulnerable, with only what remained of the Lannister army and the Gold Cloaks for protection. A conclusion she hoped the two visitors would make on their own. "Of course that is only my thoughts. What do I know of such things?" She shrugged nonchalantly as she offered her small finger for Rhys to suckle on.
Jaime grew suspicious as Margaery spoke, perhaps she was far more clever than he had originally thought. Perhaps his sister was right to still be worried about her. There was one thing that bothered him about her comments. "What sort of unsavory characters are you referring to My Lady?" He asked pointedly.
Hannibal spoke at this point. "Littlefinger is in the Vale. He has pulled some of his strings and is now the most trusted advisor to the young boy who fancies himself the Warden of the East. I do not know what he is up to, but I have heard rumors that he is trying to find Brandon and Rickon Stark. I know for a fact that Theon Greyjoy had managed to lose them and had faked their deaths. He confessed as much before finally dying. I suspect Littlefinger will use the Vale army against me at Winterfell and try to reclaim it as a 'favor' to one of those boys, should he find them. My men have been searching for the boys and I have had reports of faint trails that they are still following. I fear that if I leave Littlefinger will strike. He uses his opportunities wisely."
Jaime shifted on his feet with great unease. Littlefinger was a nuisance of a man, he was clever indeed to be hiding in the Vale. Only a dragon or fire could kill that weasel now...unless he came down from that castle.
Margaery had stood and needed to pass Rhys to Hannibal. Reina was being a bit fussy and she was keeping the girl quiet as she listened. Hannibal explained everything so perfectly, just the right amounts of truth that if Jaime looked into it…he would consider Hannibal's words as absolute truth. "Indeed, I would be most unhappy were my husband sent off to slaughter. Of course we know his Majesty would never order such a thing. Without a Bolton as Warden of the North, who would be put in power next?"
Jaime was suspicious, he looked at Hannibal. "You have evidence he is looking for or has found one of the remaining Stark children? You did not report it?"
Hannibal sat down with Rhys in his arms and relaxed in the seat. "I have had no confirmations of him having any boys with him. However, he has mysteriously gained a niece with him at the Vale. A young lady, by her reported age, with black hair. He could potentially have one of the missing Stark daughters, but looks for the sons to help his case with the Northern clans."
Jaime was greatly unsettled by this. "You have known about this and have not informed The Crown?"
Margaery feigned a look of surprise. "Oh? You hadn't heard the rumors? Forgive me My Lord, perhaps the new informant in King's Landing isn't as sharp as Lord Varys was."
Jaime glanced to Bronn, this was a lot of information that seemed highly suspicious. "You are certain he has a Stark girl with him?"
Hannibal nodded slowly. "I do not think Littlefinger would claim a niece for any reason other than to manipulate her into thinking he was trustworthy. The only reason to make a play like that would be to have a connection and power over the other person to utilize it to his advantage. Regardless, he is now the largest threat to the King with a large army like the soldiers of the Vale at his command. It is impossible to storm the Eyrie due to its location. I have a few plans to flush that worm out of hiding and eliminate him."
Jaime didn't like this even a little. "Are you certain you can handle him? That is quite the slippery prey. If you were to bring one or both Stark girls to justice, that would please the King greatly."
Hannibal's eyes glittered with dark amusement. "Would their tanned hides suffice the King?" He asked. He was curious if Jaime would squirm at the thought.
Margaery kept her composure. She knew it was a bluff on Hannibal's part to get Jaime Lannister to agree to leave without him. "Flayed men have no secrets." Margaery repeated the words she'd read in the Bolton history books. She'd taken to her new role as a Bolton wife very easily. There was something enticing and alluring about the Bolton history. The Tyrell memoirs were not nearly so interesting.
Jaime paused to look at Margaery carefully. He had not expected her to agree so quickly with her husband's comment. That explained why Joffrey enjoyed her, but she seemed far more pleased here than she ever did at the Red Keep. The thought of flayed hides of young women did make his stomach turn a bit. He knew Tommen would not be able to look…Cersei would likely feel offended for not getting the opportunity to flay them herself. He cleared his throat.
"There is no need to torture young girls like that, Lord Bolton. However, if they were to…lose their heads the King would enjoy placing those on the spikes alongside the rest of their family." He said. It would be better for Hannibal to take the hatred of the people for killing the Stark girls rather than Tommen.
Hannibal nodded his head in understanding. "I promise to focus my entire energy into this matter. I hope to send a head or two to the King shortly. Then your family can begin to heal from the wounds inflicted upon you." He said with a tone that suggested mournfulness.
The fact that they had just unnerved Jamie Lannister, the golden lion, made Margaery very pleased indeed. "I will follow the will of my husband. He will keep his promise, and I in turn shall help him see it through."
At this point Rhys was no longer satisfied with being in his father's arms and began to fuss. Margaery stood and moved beside Hannibal to switch children with him. Hannibal took Reina in his arms as he handed the crying Rhys to her.
"You'll excuse me gentlemen, I'd be a poor mother indeed if I ignored the cries of my son." Rather than leave though, Margaery turned her back to the visitors and freed her breast for Rhys. He greedily drank from her breast.
Bronn tilted his head, slowly and carefully, as though trying to sneak a glance without being noticed.
Reina was looking around the room curiously in Hannibal's arms. Hannibal spotted Bronn and gave him a hard look. "Something of interest to look at, Ser Bronn?" He asked with a warning note in his voice.
Jaime had turned his head to think about what had been said so far and to gather himself. He also shot Bronn a warning glance to mind his eyes when he heard the warning from Hannibal.
Bronn noted the warnings and looked to Hannibal. "No My Lord, just thought I saw movement – mouse or something." Bronn answered.
Hannibal's eyes hardened at that. "My wolves don't allow mice to live within the Dreadfort." He said flatly.
Jaime realized that the son seemed to eat for some time before Margaery had turned back around. "Your children seem strong and healthy." He said to try and get the topic away from Bronn.
Margaery smiled down at her son and kissed his forehead. "Indeed, the gods were merciful in their blessings."
Hannibal continued to glare at Bronn, but focused on Jaime. I look forward to training them as they grow older. Perhaps they can serve the King one day when they are grown." It was a false pitch meant to pacify the lion further. He had warned Margaery of this prior to his arrival so that she could appear happy at the idea.
Jaime was surprised at that. "That would be very pleasing to the King. However, he is still in search of a bride for himself. Perhaps after he has children of his own we can discuss such options." He said.
Margaery was fine with these discussions. Hannibal had indeed warned her and she did not falter or seem upset by the discussion in the least. "Gods be good, he will no doubt have a fine bride worthy of him soon enough." Margaery said. Tommen was a good boy, she had rather enjoyed the young Baratheon during her time in King's Landing.
Hannibal gave a courteous nod. "Indeed, hopefully I can defeat his enemies so that we can attend his wedding in peace."
Jaime nodded in agreement. He would like to see peace once again.
Hannibal slowly stood. "You must be tired. Why don't I show you to your chambers so that you can rest before dinner?"
Margaery stood and collected Reina from Hannibal. "Gentlemen, you will excuse me if I take this moment to put my babies to bed. They've had quite a long day indeed."
All three men gave a bow to her as she left, but Bronn's eyes lingered a bit longer than was considered polite.
Hannibal caught Bronn looking again. "Another mouse Ser Bronn? Perhaps I should examine your eyes personally." He said with a dark, open threat in his tone.
Jaime shifted in front of Bronn. "We have had a long journey today. It is difficult to keep our eyes focused. I am certain our gazes will be accurate after a bit of rest."
Bronn felt a bit nervous at that look from Hannibal. He quickly latched on to Jaime's excuse. "Indeed – I'm only tired, my eyes are lingering longer and taking longer to focus. A bit of rest before dinner would do me good." He said. Some rest atop the Dreadfort Rose would be preferable in his mind.
Hannibal held the warning glare as he motioned down the hall. "Your chambers are at the end of this hall. My servants have left the doors open for you." He said as he watched them turn to leave. He would find a way to kill Bronn for those bold looks.
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Olenna had stopped in Old Town on their way back to Highgarden. She hadn't let those uppity Maesters prevent her from entering their 'sacred' library. She had gone straight to the oldest sections to try and find any shred of evidence of the Bolton family tree. She honestly did not bother to know much about any generation prior to the late Roose Bolton. Other than the tales of the ancient Red Kings of the North. She needed to find some sort of trace to find the names and lineage.
She grew frustrated when a majority of the information was from the Age of Heroes, or Roose. There was quite a gap between the two. She looked over at Mace. "All of these books and nothing useful in them. I don't suppose you found anything?"
Mace was perusing some books he was personally interested in along with a few things to assist his mother. He had happened to pick up a journal that was apparently the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch during the reign of Maegor the Cruel. He had been glancing through it when something very odd caught his eye. "I might have." He laid the book down in front of her and pointed to a specific entry that was near the end of Maegor's rule.
Chapter 35
Jaime Lannister followed Bronn into the first open chamber and shut the door behind them. He gave Bronn a hard look. "What were you thinking when you stared at her like that? If you don't watch yourself you might be traveling back with a piece or two missing." He hissed.
Bronn shrugged slightly and held his arms out to his sides. "Really, can you blame me? The girl's filled out rather nicely, don't say you didn't see it too!" Of course, he was indeed talking to the man who had apparently fallen in love with his sister and fucked her regularly. "Only a madman wouldn't look at an ass and chest like that."
Jaime sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Bronn…it doesn't matter what she looks like. She is Lady Bolton now. She is the most untouchable woman in the North. Her husband will pluck your eyes out just as easily as one plucks grapes from a vine. Do not antagonize him. He is every bit as ruthless as his ancestors."
Bronn couldn't help laughing. "You know, telling a man he can't have a woman in particular only makes her more desirable." Jaime Lannister of all people ought to know that. At least that's what Bronn thought.
Jaime shook his head slowly at that. "In that case you would lose your hide along with a few bits and pieces. If you offend him greatly enough…I cannot promise to save you from some sort of punishment from him." He said lowly. He did not want the Boltons as an enemy, for the time being Hannibal was more important as an ally. Especially with the Tyrell army aligned with him.
Bronn raised both hands up in an attempt to calm his Lannister companion. "Relax, I'm a swell-sword but I'm not stupid."
Jaime raised a brow at that. "You are acting like a bloody idiot right now. Stop trying to sneak glances in. He caught you twice when most men would miss it. I'm fairly certain he will take at least one of your eyes should he catch you again."
Bronn smirked slightly, taking it as a challenge to eye and potentially grope the lovely Lady Bolton without being noticed by her husband. "Don't worry, don't worry." He shrugged Jaime off as he started for the door to his own chambers. "Besides, I've got two eyes anyway. I could spare one for the lady."
Jaime sighed in defeat. "Just don't get yourself killed by an ally. I'd hate to lose my right hand again."
Bronn gave Jaime a wink before leaving the room. He heard voices of servants speaking lowly and shifted towards the sound. He heard them just around the corner from him, he always loved hearing good castle gossip.
"I say the Lord and Lady will fuck twice before dinner." The male servant said.
"They fucked early this morning. I think they will only do it once before dinner. Although, they will likely be fucking all night again if the babies sleep well." The female servant said.
Bronn smirked as he stepped around the corner to look at the two servants. "Well, well, your Lord is an insatiable man indeed if he keeps his Lady up all night." He said as he casually leaned against the wall. "I do so love hearing castle gossip."
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Mercy was Margaery's best trained personal maid and bodyguard. She was trained to lure prey into the traps and closer to her masters as needed using whatever forms of seduction and manipulation that were necessary. She loved her work and was by far the best of all of them.
Mercy had knocked on her Mistress' door once she had heard them quiet down from their vigorous fucking. She was given permission to enter and curtseyed low before looking upon her masters. "M'lady, he is eager to jump in the middle of the trap. He knows the truth of the King's lineage and I have no doubt he will give it up tonight."
Margaery and Hannibal were both partially covered beneath the bed covers, but were sitting up to listen to her report. Margaery seemed pleased. "What promises were made to make him so willing? How did you ensure he trusted your promises?" She asked. They had heard the signal that they were being watched and had put on quite the show to secure the trap around him.
Mercy nodded. "I promised him a private audience with you m'Lady and led him to believe there was a mutual interest. I led him to the secret observation point between the walls and he could not keep his hands off of himself while he watched the two of you. He was barely able to remain focused upon me." She explained.
Hannibal was planning out how he intended to kill Bronn slowly for lusting after what was his. He was aware it was a trap to remove Jaime's best ally, but it stirred his jealousy and anger. "Do you think he would be fooled by your imitation of My Lady if he were to consent to a blindfold game in private?" He asked her.
Mercy smirked at that. "I think he would be so distracted by his cock that he wouldn't even notice the noose tightening around his neck m'Lord."
Hannibal gave a nod of his approval. "Very well. Prepare the study for this game of ours. I will bring Ser Jaime to the observation point. Margaery, join us once Mercy has taken over for you with the rat." He said to both women. Mercy curtseyed again. She turned to exit their chambers and make her preparations.
Hannibal pulled Margaery closer and nibbled along her neck where he had left a string of dark marks to show that she was his. "He will not leave the Dreadfort alive. I am going to kill him slowly for daring to lust after you." He said with a low rumble.
Margaery chuckled at that. "Jealous of a rat my love? You know no other man could ever measure up to the amount of pleasure you give me every day."
Hannibal pulled back to look within her dark eyes. "I know that. However, I find myself quite possessive of you. Even knowing he has desired you makes me want to go and begin flaying him right this moment. However, we have a game to play first." He said before claiming her lips in a possessive kiss.
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Cersei glared at the stones before her once again. She continued to play in her mind the different ways she would kill the pestilence around her for this insurrection. She heard footsteps moving, but did not turn towards the door. Once she heard someone enter, she turned to look only after the door was once again shut. She was relieved to see Grand Maester Pycelle. She stood slowly to look into his eyes. "Is my son, the King, with you? Did they finally grant a reprieve so that I can see him?"
The Maester sighed deeply. "The small council has strongly recommended to the King that he stay in the Red Keep for the time being. He has made many petitions for your release. Unfortunately, the High Sparrow will only allow you to leave after you confess and take upon yourself the punishment they deem is relevant to your sins after you confess." He said, knowing it would anger her.
Cersei's eyes lit with fire and hatred when she heard that. However, she kept her tongue in check…knowing they were likely being listened to. "I have nothing to confess. I do not know what it is they think I am hiding." She said, knowing full well what they wanted to hear her say out loud. She was a Lannister, she would not let them break her.
The Grand Maester bowed and stepped in close to whisper so that only she could hear. "Without your brother here, I am your only ally outside of this place. I cannot send rescue, I do not have the power. You must find a way out soon…your son is being manipulated by the small council. They are bringing in girls for him to consider marrying. They are pushing for a wedding as soon as possible. They have the preparations made. Once he makes a choice, he will be married within hours." He said solemnly.
Cersei was deeply saddened when she heard that Jaime had not returned to rescue her. However, he was far off. Perhaps it was taking him longer to return to King's Landing because he had gone to the Dreadfort to drag that Bolton and his bitch back here. Her thoughts were quickly interrupted at the news of her sweet Tommen being pushed towards a wedding. There was fire in her eyes and absolute hate and fury took over her body. Her voice was low, "Have the gold cloaks manning the drawbridge. I want protection for my return home."
He bowed his head. "The King will be pleased to hear that you have found solace during your time of meditation." He said before tapping on the door.
He left once it was opened and the tall Septa stepped in with her short cane. She looked down coolly at Cersei. "Confess."
Cersei looked up into her face. "I wish to speak with the High Sparrow."
The Septa regarded Cersei for a moment before leaving her alone. Cersei hoped she was getting the High Sparrow.
Chapter 36
Dinner at the Dreadfort was a very brief affair filled with a series of secret signals from Margaery to lure Bronn in. He grew bolder over dinner and nearly jumped out of his seat when the servant girl he had fucked last night told him that he would get some time alone with the Dreadfort Rose. He finished his meal in a hurry and excused himself to go down to his room. He wanted to clean up for the Lady and be presentable.
Mercy and Margaery waited for Bronn to leave before they both excused themselves under the ruse of checking on the children. Instead they went to the special study that had been prepared. Margaery waited inside while Mercy went to collect Bronn.
Hannibal led Jaime away under the ruse of speaking privately about other concerns. Hannibal led Jaime to a private room next to the study. There was a grave look upon his face as he regarded Jaime. "You have a problem Ser Jaime. Your man Bronn is not trustworthy with secrets. He has hinted at deep secrets of the royal family to one of my servants. My wife is leading him along to see if he will give up any direct secrets to her. Considering the dark rumors I have heard about the Queen Mother…these secrets could be even more disastrous for her especially now that the faith militant has been re-armed."
Jaime had a bad feeling that Bronn had really over stepped during dinner, but the conversation completely blindsided him. There was anger in his eyes as he glared at Hannibal. "Are you threatening me?" He asked.
Hannibal shook his head. "No, I am simply warning you Ser Jaime. We are allies, not enemies. Your sister is being held by the High Sparrow on accusations of incest from your cousin. What Ser Bronn has hinted at could get her executed by the Faith Militant should they hear of it in King's Landing." He said. In truth he would not mind that, but he wanted Cersei to destroy the monster she had created first and show her true colors prior to him stepping in to put her down.
Jaime hesitated and shook his head in disbelief. He did not want to think that Bronn was that weak...then all of Hannibal's words sunk in. Cersei was imprisoned in the Sept. He would leave immediately for King's Landing to get her out of there.
Hannibal saw Jaime hesitate and motioned to a peep hole in the wall. Jaime stepped forward and saw Bronn sitting in a chair with a huge grin on his face like he had won the best prize in the world. Margaery was standing in front of him with a blindfold in her hands.
Bronn agreed to let her put it on him. When she moved behind him, the servant girl he had been staring at during dinner took Margaery's place and pressed herself up against him teasingly. Jaime heard her mimic her Mistress' voice well enough as she teased Bronn. This would not end well.
Margaery silently slipped out of the study as Mercy's hand moved to tease over Bronn's very hard cock after freeing it from his pants. Mercy spoke clearly enough for those in the other room to hear her question. "Tell me Ser Bronn. Who is the true father of our King? Of Tommen Baratheon?"
Bronn groaned as he felt that hand free his cock and begin stroking it. Fuck Margaery was a tease! "….Jaime. Jaime of House Lannister." He admitted before reaching back to pull her close enough to kiss her deeply.
Jaime felt sick to his stomach as he listened. He could not believe Bronn broke so quick…
Hannibal watched how sick Jaime looked. "This sort of breach of trust is not acceptable in my eyes Ser. I worry that he is a loose cannon. I swear to you that house Bolton will keep and protect this secret from our enemies. He will get your house killed by the Faith Militant if he returns to King's Landing."
Jaime began to pace as his anger and confusion overwhelmed him for a moment. Bronn was a fine sword and a good companion. However, this had been one of his biggest fears of having a sell sword so close. Hannibal was right though…Cersei had unleashed an ugly beast by returning the Faith Militant to their former power. Bronn would be the end of house Lannister if he breathed a word like this anywhere near there. He stopped his pacing as he reached a decision. "My men and I are leaving immediately. Your house has been dishonored by his actions. I leave him to you to pay for what he has done. You are hereby authorized to carry out the King's justice in this matter."
Hannibal gave a bow to Jaime. "Safe travels to you Ser Jaime. I swear that this secret will be kept."
Jaime nodded before striding away quickly. He had warned Bronn not to be stupid and he didn't listen. Jaime didn't not want to stick around and hear what was about to happen. Besides, he had to get back to King's Landing - he had to get back to Cersei.
Margaery gave a courteous nod to Jaime as he left. She then stepped into the room with Hannibal and smiled when she saw the look on Hannibal's face.
Hannibal pulled her close as he looked deep within her eyes, there was dark delight in his eyes. "Inform the servants to prepare the torture chambers. It is time for your second flaying lesson my dear."
Margaery smirked at his words. She was greatly looking forward to this lesson. She would nearly be an expert after this lesson.
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Cersei had spoken with the High Sparrow. She had confessed on the charges against her, but nothing more. She never said Jaime's name, she only claimed being with Lancel. She had hoped it would be over after that. The High Sparrow was pushing the limit with his power, she would be sure that he paid dearly for this breach.
A walk of atonement was her only way out of this pious prison where she could return to her son to keep him safe. She had balked for a moment before consenting to take one. The Septas had been cruel when they came in to shave her. There were nicks along her skin from where they had been far too rough cutting off her blonde locks. There wasn't a hair left on her body and a cloak was placed around her shoulders to keep her covered until the walk would begin.
She stood tall and strong beneath the cloak, she refused to cower now. She would look above the people and not break before them. She could spot the Red Keep in the distance. Once she was there she would be safe from these filthy birds. She took a deep breath when it was time to begin and the High Sparrow had finished speaking.
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Littlefinger was racing along the countryside towards Winterfell. He had received an urgent raven from Sansa, something was terribly wrong. He felt compelled to leave immediately. Right as he left the Vale, he felt as if he was being watched. He glanced over his shoulder and saw a group of raiders chasing him. He turned his horse and raced towards the Dreadfort. He could at least gain some protection from there before continuing on to Winterfell.
He should have at least brought some bodyguards, but something about the wording of Sansa's letter had him worried...she had spoken very kindly about the young Captain. He was worried that she was developing feelings for the man and that he was losing his hold over her.
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Olenna had finally found some information from all of the various dusty books she had been able to find in Highgarden. House Bolton was quite the mystery in regards to lineage. She did hope Margaery would have some time to do a bit of digging in that ancient library. Although, some texts from The Wall and Winterfell might prove equally valuable based upon what they had found so far. She would send a raven to Margaery to find out if she had discovered anything of interest.
A messenger arrived to inform her that a large crate had just arrived at Highgarden. She ordered the crate to be brought in so that she could better inspect the contents. She continued to search through the dusty pages before her as the great crate was brought into the room.
Willas arrived shortly after the crate did and gave his grandmother a quizzical look. "You were able to buy more?" He hobbled over to look over the crate alongside his Grandmother.
She tutted at Willas. "If my suspicions are right, as usual, they could use a few more."
Willas nodded his head before chuckling to himself. "Our coffers will become empty if you intend to replenish every time they have a child." He said.
Olenna rolled her eyes at the comment. "Hopefully there won't be a lack of supply to send to them. That should be the bigger concern."