Tyrion made his way toward the gardens where he knew he would find her. No sooner than he thought it her red hair draped over her as she sat reading a book.
"Lady Sansa" Tyrion greeted solemnly.
"Lord Tyrion" She smiled.
"I'm afraid I have received from Dorne..."
"What news? Is Viserra alright?" Sansa stood up in a panic.
"I'm afraid she fell ill... and... succumbed to her sickness"
"No... that is not possible" Sansa shook her head in disbelief. "Viserra isn't dead. How could you say that!? You're lying!"
"I'm sorry but it is true"
"No... how could she leave me... she promised she would be back!" Sansa sunk to the ground and sobbed.
"I am truly sorry" Tyrion placed his hand on her shoulder for a moment and left Sansa to grieve.
Tyrion could admit to himself that he grieved for the Stark girl too. In the months they spent in King's Landing he had started to consider the girl a friend. Even though she never trusted him fully, she did trust him enough to watch over Sansa. Viserra was vicious as she was brilliant. Losing her would complicate everything. The Starks wouldn't just believe she died of an illness but was poisoned. Perhaps she was... he thought. Tyrion sighed deeply as he headed forward to write to his father of the news.
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The Legacy
FanfictionRobert's Rebellion is over and it has left Viserra Stark orphaned. The daughter of Brandon Stark and Elaena Targaryen has survived the war and was left to be raised by her uncle Ned Stark and his family. King Robert allowed her to live on the basis...
