The Legacy

Part 27

"Are you ready?" His husky voice asked as the familiar sight came into view.

"Do I have a choice?" the cloaked voice answered.

"We always have a choice." He said looking at the hooded small figure next to him. "We can choose many things in this life, what to eat, where to sleep, who to fuck, and even if we are ready..." He looked off into the distance once again. "You can choose to be ready"

"I never had a choice here. No one really does..."

"Prince Martell, the boat is ready for the harbor!" The crew mate yelled at the two figures on the deck. The hooded figure began to turn when they were pulled back. The man pushed back the hood to reveal one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. What once was pure black waves now was flanked by silver strands. Bright violet eyes illuminated her now tanned skin. He placed his hands on her hips.

"You are not the same person Serra" he caressed her face.

"You did not know me before" Viserra teased the prince.

"I know you now" The prince allowed his hand to slide down her backside and squeezed. "I like you now" that earned a playful hit on his chest.

"Oberyn" she laughed. The prince moved a silver strand from her face and tucked it behind her ear. His thumb grazed against her cheekbones and his lips met hers. In moments like this he was in disbelief he had found her. "Come along love"

"My lady shall we announce your arrival?" The crew mate from before turned to Viserra.

"No, we'll arrive quietly." Viserra stepped into the small boat after the prince.

"King's Landing... smells like shit and we aren't even close" Oberyn scoffed.

"Because everyone here is full of it" Viserra and he laughed. Oberyn lovingly pulled her into him. She rested her back against his chest and he played with her hair. They stepped onto the dock where two horses waited for them. Viserra and Oberyn had decide to ride into the capital rather than arrive by boat. Arriving in secret is how the two preferred.

Viserra's heart beat against her chest the closer they got. King's Landing was a city of painful memories and deceit. Oberyn questioned whether or not they should attend the royal wedding, but Viserra insisted. The news of Red Wedding had awoken something in her. Something that had died.

She had found a new purpose, and it gave her life.

If Oberyn hadn't deduced she was poisoned and administered the antidote in time, she would would have remained dead as the rumors said. 

At first he only checked on her status once every few days. As time passed Viserra would push herself past the breaking point, further delaying her recovery. Oberyn hated how stubborn she was, it meant he would have to treat her once again. The two were consistently at each other's throats. Viserra refused to admit she was weak. Over time Viserra was able to recover some strength enough to train with some of his daughters. Through her training she became close to Obara, and Nymeria.

In Dorne, Viserra rebuilt herself.

The horses slowed down from a gallop and now walked in sync. Oberyn extended his hand to hold hers. He squeezed her hand gently. Viserra felt how tense she held on to the reins. As they passed through the city walls Viserra watched as his face took in the city.

"Where do we go now?" Oberyn asked.

"Go play my love, there is someone I have to see" Oberyn held her hand close his chest, worry in his face she comforted him. "I'm fine, go I'll find you once I've said hello"