The Legacy

Part 24

Viserra had another early morning. She left Sansa asleep in her bed as the light of the sun's early rays peaked through the curtains. Days had passed since Pycelle was imprisoned and the news of Myrcella and the alliance with Dorne was now considered old news. Over time Viserra learned different ways to tame her rage, and the one that worked best was training early in the morning just as she used to in Winterfell. This form of control would tire her throughout the day. Although a few times this would only cause her to lash out in frustration as disagreements occurred. 

After the sun was higher in the sky Viserra decided it was enough training for the day and returned to her room. To no surprise, Sansa was not there. The two Stark girls spent their days apart and at night would discuss the day's events. Her day usually consisted of morning training, small council meetings and long talks with Tyrion. The talks were part of the game, to which she had started to show an affinity for. As she finished eating a knock at the door.

"Lady Stark" said Tyrion's squire Podrick. Viserra answered with a sigh.

"As I told you many times before Viserra is just fine" She had to admit she felt a calm around Podrick. He was not like others in King's Landing, he seemed dare she say innocent. 

"I'm sorry my la-" Viserra shot him a look. "Right, lord Tyrion requested I escort you today"

"Did he now?" she questioned as she placed her dagger at her hip. Varys in trying to prove his friendship or at least a measure of no ill will, had returned some of her belongings that were "lost". One of those was the dagger Gendry had given her. She refused to spend time thinking of him or if he was alive. Gendry was a reminder of her life before it became a life of loss and the game. "And I ask makes today so different from the other days he has you escorting me?"

"I suppose nothing" answered after a few moments of thinking.

"I thought so" she laughed and lead the way. Viserra had Podrick tell her of any news that came in the night. Usually it was movements the Starks or Lannisters made. This current morning told the news of Robb's continuing wins. Nearly every battle he had won, and Viserra was nothing less than proud. As they drew closer to the Tower of the hand, Tyrion and Bronn rushed out in a hurry. 

"It seems there's a situation in the throne room" Tyrion spoke as he maintained his speed, to Podrick but looked at  Viserra. Her gut forced her legs to move faster than her mind could register why. "Viserra wait!" Viserra heard the sound of footsteps following her but all she knew was she had to get to the throne room.

"-we're going to have to speak louder!" come from the throne room doors. Viserra walked in to the crowded room and saw a small bright figure cowering on the floor. She watched as Ser Meryn raised his blade and suddenly release a pained scream and a metal clang. Everyone looked to the source of his pain and there his sword now on the floor. A dagger found its home in his hand. Viserra stormed forward and the crowd parted ways. The hound stood protectively in front of the king and Lancel stepped forward.

"You cannot-" His word were interrupted by his now gasps of air. Viserra had punched him in the throat and the eager lion retreated. Viserra had made her way to the center and a small hand pulled her back. She had not realized the damage Sansa had endured, only that she was in danger. Her dress was ripped open and her eyes red with pain. It ached Viserra to see her this way. She had promised to keep Sansa safe, and she felt as she failed again. 

"What is the meaning of this?" Tyrion charged forward with Bronn behind him. Ser Meryn still groaning at his hand when Bronn approached him. Without a word Bronn ripped the dagger from his hand causing Meryn to yell once again. "What kind of knight beats a helpless girl?" Tyrion visibly upset as he sees young Sansa weeping in Viserra's arms. He believed Sansa was the only reason Viserra had not unleashed her fury.