The Legacy

Part 41

"Easy" Viserra ordered as the box was opened and tipped over. Her hair moved through the space as the wind played with her long silver and black strands.

"Fuck!" Tyrion grunted as he was tossed to the floor like fish from a net.

"Hello friend" Viserra greeted as Oberyn wrapped his arm around her waist.

"I trust it wasn't too cramped" Varys smiled.

"Look at it!" Tyrion pointed to the box that was barely bigger than him.

"Your gratitude is outstanding" Oberyn smirked. "Perhaps we should have left you in King's Landing" he offered.

"You all have my thanks" Tyrion looked at each of their faces.

"Good" Viserra said as she turned around. "Come along, we have much to discuss" Viserra led the way as Varys and Oberyn followed. Tyrion needed no more prompting as they descended the steps into a cabin. Inside there was a large wooden table with maps and papers strewn about. Off to the side was a large door with an iron lock and two Dornish guards.

Viserra made her way to the head of the table with Oberyn standing to her left and Varys to right.

"Sit" Viserra prompted Tyrion to the open seat at the end of the table. "I'm sure you have some questions"

"Some" Tyrion said as he sat down.

"I'll make it as simple as possible" Viserra splayed her hands out on the table. "We got you out of King's Landing, and spared your life not only out of the kindness of our good hearts, but for good reason." Tyrion watched each of them careful. "As you can tell the realm has gone to shit and that is partly your family's fault. So now you will be given the choice to be part of the solution"

"And that is?" Tyrion raised his brow.

"Those in power are not worthy of it. Tommen I'll admit isn't as shitty as his brother was but he is too easily swayed. He's too gentle of a boy, even more so as a king and that is not what the realm needs. We worry that whoever whispers in his ear will be the one who truly rules the realm."

"So you want my help to overthrow my nephew, so that, what you may sit on the Iron Throne?" Tyrion waved his hand about.

"Not me"

"Not him" Tyrion questioned incredulously pointed to Oberyn who gave a mischievous smirk.

"If you choose too, you will cross the Narrow Sea with me to Meereen" Varys spoke.

"Meereen..." Tyrion looked back Viserra. "You mean to crown Daenerys"

"I mean for the realm to be in capable hands." Viserra answered.

"Why not you?" Tyrion stood up and walked over to the table. The Dornish guards shifted at this movement.

"Ease" Viserra lift her hand and her guards returned to their original position. "I am not meant for the Iron Throne"

"You have a stronger claim to it. If you wanted too you could take it with ease" Tyrion mimicked Viserra's previous hand motion earning a small laugh from her.

"In all the time you have known me was I ever happy in King's Landing?" Viserra lifted her sculpted brow. "Why would I want to rule over a place I hated. A place that took everything from me? A place that would only further isolate me from those I love?"

"But you do mean to rule" Tyrion said more to himself and his mind worked in circles. "You want to rule the North..." Viserra smiled as he reached this realization.

"We were always heading this direction my friend" Viserra moved papers to the side and point to a stop on the large map. "The North cannot be held by an outsider, or anyone not named Stark. I want to go home Tyrion... I want to live in peace with those I love by my side" Viserra looked to Oberyn. "I cannot do that if the rest of the realm is incapable hands. Hands that had no right in the first place".