The Legacy

Part 31

Viserra watched from across the room, Tywin Lannister was sitting at the desk. She had not greeted him by title or name when she entered his chambers. She had strode in regal and confident. This tower was the same since she first walked in it all those years ago. Nothing had really changed but it's occupants. She did not miss her time here at all. Yet, the memories of her uncle and cousins threatened to appear, but she would not give them an opportunity to consume her. Not now. Not in this meeting.

Viserra stood before the Lannister patriarch, while he read through documents. Heartbeats after entering, she turned to leave.

"I wanted to speak to you about the assassination of King Joffrey" Tywin spoke but not looking up from his work. Viserra continued towards the door.

"You seemed preoccupied Lord Tywin" Viserra had reached the door. "I have many things to do and waiting for you is not one of them" Tywin Lannister put his papers away and stood up.

"Apologies, Lady Viserra." his nodded and inclined his head to the seat vacant in front of him. "You have my undivided attention." He sat back in his chair peaking his fingers.

"I don't think anyone could handle your undivided attention Lord Tywin. Not even me"  Viserra answered as a matter of fact and Tywin smirked.

"You understand this is a formality?" Tywin Lannister said with his back set straight and those cold eyes fixated on her.

"I do." Viserra answered bored as she walked back to the vacant chair. "I certainly would suspect me" she sighed as she sat down in the chair.

"Yes..." Tywin observed her relaxed posture. "Did you have any knowledge of what my son and his wife had planned?"

"You accuse Sansa?" the Targaryen Shewolf snapped her eyes to the Lannister patriarch.

"She has fled the capital. What other reason would she have if it is not her involvement in the assassination of the king?" He raised a brow. All the gold cloaks searched throughout the night for Sansa. Even now they searched, but as if through magic and shadows, she was gone. Even the those under House Martell guard could not find a trace of her. "I am also aware of your friendship with Tyrion..."

"Friend is a loose term... Let's speak plainly, Lord Tywin." Viserra sat up straight, her shoulders back and her face molded into regal ease. "I wanted to kill Joffrey. I was owed a blood debt." her voice as calm, as if she spoke about the weather or made other small talk. "Someone stole that from me. I will tell you that if I was to kill Joffrey, I wouldn't choose poison" she scoffed. "A coward's weapon when used alone, although it would have been poetic being it was used against me." she let out a small laugh. "No..." Viserra sighed disappointed and slid back into her lazy posture. "I prefer up close and personal, close enough so I could watch the life slowly... painfully drain from him." a cruel half smile appeared. "That's how I would've killed the king"

"You deny any involvement?" his voice even, as if Viserra's admission of thoughts of regicide was plain drabble.

"I deny any involvement in the assassination of King Joffrey" she ended the sentence with a devious smile.

"And of Oberyn, your husband?"

"No one from House Martell was involved in this, I can assure you." her smile stayed on her face, for a moment and then softened. "How is Cersei?" a hint of sympathy laced between her words. Viserra could still hear her screams for help. The sound of a mother's pain, so raw...

"Grieving as you would expect" Tywin caught her sentiment. He was surprised how this woman displayed sympathy for her enemy. "Why do you ask?" giving in to this curiosity.

"I've never heard so much pain, so much anguish in someone's voice before" Viserra looked toward the window and could see her Uncle. The noble Ned Stark standing there, watching the busy streets below, or using the sunlight to read a document. Echoes of her uncle remained here and it infuriated her. "I wonder if my aunt Cat screamed like that..." Her violet eyes blazing. "when she watched Robb, be betrayed." Viserra looked at the man who ordered the deaths of her family. Of those she loved or cared about. Viserra stood up in one fluid controlled motion. Her deliberate steps slow and predatory until she rested her hands on the desk and stared into Tywin's pale green eyes. "How many Northern mothers howled as they vocalized their grief... like a symphony of rage, and raw, festering anguish." Viserra slid onto the desk and the fabric split open showing the the soft tanned creamy skin of her thigh. She watched as lord Tywin's eye slid across her form slowly and deliberately. Viserra leaned forward closing the space between her and Tywin. A long delicate finger caressed Tywin's chin and her thumb pulling at his lower lip. "I can not wait to hear that same symphony from Lannister mouths..." A vicious smile grew on Viserra's face and she stood up from the desk toward the exit. "Good day, Lord Tywin."