The Legacy

Part 36

Viserra was still trying to catch her breath as she laid on her lover's chest. Today was Tyrion's trial and a clear head was necessary. Viserra and Oberyn spent their morning clearing each other's head the only way the pair knew how. As much as she tried to distance herself from Tyrion, she kept being pulled back in.

"Will you attend?" Oberyn finally asked now that his breathing was more under control. His fingers lightly played with her hair and would stroke her bare back. He knew Viserra hated his new role. She hated any involvement with the Lannisters, as did he. Yet, this was necessary now that their original plans were ruined. His dealings with council allowed him insight into the how the realm was recovering after the war. Intel that he would not have access to quite as easily, and without bloodshed. Oberyn knew accepting Tywin's offer was the right choice, even if his love harbored ire for it.

"I don't plan too, but I know I will find myself there" Viserra said as she lifted her head from his chest and met his eyes. "I doubt my presence will change anything, but I have an suspicion Tywin would call me to the stand."

"He plans too, avoid coming as long as you can." Oberyn's fingertips grazed her skin gingerly. "As for your presence" his tone turned playful. "it might change how quickly the trial ends" Oberyn gripped a handful of his lover's ass. "Seeing you in the throne room does something to me" his tone rough causing Viserra to laugh. "The thought of fucking you on the Iron Throne gets my cock throbbing" Oberyn kissed Viserra with renewed hunger.

"One day" Viserra said as she broke the kiss. "For now you have a meeting to attend and a trial." Viserra pushed herself up, fighting against Oberyn trying to keep her close. "Oberyn" she laughed.

"Fine" he sighed after a few moments and the pair unwillingly rose from their bed and readied for the day. Viserra walked with Oberyn until it was time to part ways. She had decided to use this time responsibly, Viserra assumed with everyone at the trial she would have less prying eyes than usual.

She made it all a few hours when her curiosity and boredom got the better of her. Viserra and her guards entered the throne room just as one witness was thanked for their testimony. Meryn Trant was too busy eyeing Tyrion that once he turned to see Viserra he visibly jumped back. The crowd was quick to reaction to his reaction and to who it was. The Stark girl was encompassed by Dornish guards, yet by the look she gave Meryn Trant it was for his protection, not hers.

She remembered how he received that scar in his hand just as well as he did. A poisonous smile graced her face. That smile was nothing less than a reminder of how well the voracious nature Lady Viserra Stark was hidden underneath her beautiful face.

From the iron throne, someone cleared their throat noting the change of attention. Viserra didn't turn to look at Tywin Lannister until Meryn Trant's eye focused on the floor before head, with his head down.

Viserra smiled in false apology as she approached closer to see the trial. She eyed Tyrion for a moment. Noting his appearance, she could still see his confidence through the grit and grime.

Next to the stand was Pycelle. Oh how his feeble façade had returned so easily. Like a mask he could slip on and off to his benefit. Oberyn had questioned Pycelle about his stores and how recently they were plundered. Viserra was couldn't help but be amused at Oberyn's sudden interest of list of poisons and ingredients that had gone missing from Pycelle's stores. While an excellent warrior, Oberyn had a fascination for poisons. Because of this fascination, she was alive today. A coy look Viserra had penetrated the stoic Oberyn. The side of his mouth pulled upward as his gaze met his lover's.