The Legacy

Part 43

Now that the effects of the poison lessened, Tywin Lannister sat upright in  the bed looking at the young woman sitting across from him.

"Can I get you some more wine?" Viserra smiled politely and motioned to his cup.

"What is the meaning of this?" Tywin asked with anger and a renewed strength.

"This would be the consequences of your and your family's actions" Viserra stood up and sat down on the bed with him. "Surely you are aware that at some point you'd anger the wrong people who would come for you at the right time" her pleasant smile illuminated her violet eyes.

"You think you could just kidnap me and there be no consequences?" He used his fatherly authoritative tone.

"You think you could kill my family, my husband's family and countless others and there be no consequences?" She mocked his tone. "I am well aware of the consequences your death will bring and expect nothing less from your incestual children other than to retaliate."

"Do you really think you and house Martell can withstand the armies of my house, of our allies?" Tywin eyed her.

"I think your house and your little lions underestimate how many people you have all fucked over throughout the years... there's an abundance of people who hate your house as much as I do. It was easy finding them, the hardest part was determining if they were actually loyalty to you or simply playing the game" still maintaining a pleasant smirk, Viserra rested her hand on his thigh just for Tywin to push it off. "You will die today, your children will die and all of the members of your families that had a part in the slaying, raping, and abuse of power will die" she stated as fact. "And since I do not believe in blaming the children on the actions of their elders... Tommen, and Myrcella and the rest of the innocent Lannister babes will be spared. Your House will not die Lord Tywin." Her voice now gentle and soothing. "Take comfort in that thought, make it your last".

"You would bring more bloodshed to the realm?" he tried to guilt.

"I would bring order and peace to the realm." Viserra rested her hands in her lap. "For far too long has your family weaseled their way into ruling the realm and it benefitted no one but your family."

"That is a lie" he accused.

"In the time you have been gone, King's Landing has fallen into chaos. Tommen is too young, too soft. He cannot control the capital and will listen blindly to whoever is whispering in his ear. Whether it is his mother, which in truth isn't a comforting thought because we all know how Joffrey handle his role as King with her guidance... Or it be his wife Margery Tyrell, while I do favor her of the two, we all know there is not a rose without thorns, hers have just yet to be found" Viserra crossed her legs and continued. "Yet, we both know who Tommen will listen to, Cersei will be outplayed by Margery and her king killing cunt and then King's Landing will slowly turn into a second Highgarden with the Lannisters as guard dogs." Viserra sighed at the end.

"I was unaware of how creative and prophetic storytelling is" Tywin tilted his head slightly looking almost amused. "Tell me... how do you fit into all of this. Will you ride down to King's Landing and add new swords to the Iron Throne yourself or will you have your lover do it? Or your aunt Daenerys?"

"All of it" Viserra smiled. "This like many things in life is a group effort. Thankfully we already have one of the brightest minds in Westeros on our side and is well knowledgeable of Westerosi politics".

Tywin sat for a moment and his face settled into disappointment. "Tyrion" he spat the name.

"I do have to say he was reluctant at first..." Viserra stretched her back and relaxed. "But you sentenced him to die for the murder of Joffrey, which now that we're exposing truths... I swear to you I had no part in Joffrey's death. I was just as surprised as you all were. Oberyn had already deduced he was poisoned by the time everyone realized what was going on, that brilliant man..." she smile at the thought of her lover. "But don't fret, I will solve the mystery, of who killed that idiot boy king. I am a firm believer of enemy of my enemy is a friend." Viserra rested her elbow on her knee and pondered at the potential culprits. After a moment she continued. "Where was I?" She asked Tywin but remembered quickly. "Oh yes! You sentence your youngest son to die for a murder he did not commit and then you fucked the woman he loved and turned her against him to convict him of the murder he did not commit" her words trailed along in one long breath. "I can assume fucking Shae was the last straw for our Tyrion".

Tywin sat with the permanent scowl of anger and disapproval on his face. All of his sins and actions committed against his son found home in this moment.

"I apologize" Viserra offered a small smile. "I am rambling and I have many things to do today. Is there anything you liked to say before we got on with everything?"

"It seems you have said enough for the both of us" he grumbled.

"I'm afraid so" she laughed and clapped her hand on his thigh. "Before I leave I want you to fully understand my position other than my hatred for you and yours. You are no young man Tywin, and if everything is already crumbling at your absence then how will the capital and the realm handle your death?"

"Seems you will soon find out" he stated.

"I want you to know Lord Tywin, I admire your intelligence. I respect how your mind works and the legacy you have created, truly." Viserra stood up. "Because of that I will warn you... your death will not be quick, nor painless. By the time of your execution, you will regain full feeling and movement back in your body. So that the full sensation of pain can be felt. It will represent the suffering you have caused to many. I do promise to return what is left of you to Casterly Rock" Viserra stood up and walked over the the door. "Your trial will be shortly begin and soon after your execution. May the Gods be kind to you Lord Tywin... for I will not". Viserra left the room and was greeted by Jovan, Ascar, and several Mormont guards. "Prepare for the Lion" Viserra spoke to Jovan who nodded and ordered everyone into position.

Viserra walked alone in the ancient wooden hallway. She knew every walkway, every corridor of Mormont Keep by heart. Growing up she ran through them with Aldric, Robb, and even Dacey.  Three people she assumed would grow old with her. Three people along with so many other that have now left her. Just like she was in this moment, she was alone. As she reached the thick smoked doors she paused. Viserra could hear the sound of conversations taking place through the wood. None of it she could hear or understand over the beating of her heart. She knew what had to be done, and it would not be an easy feat. There would be no guarantee of success... No possible way to avoid bloodshed... People will die, they will have to die...

She might die...

Viserra knew she could join her family in the afterlife at any point of this journey. She could even reunite with Aldric... The thought had her mouth pull upward into a slight grin.

She physically shook the thought from her mind. While the idea of death seemed to comfort her, she reminded herself of her role in this moment, of her duty.

There's no going back now... She reminded herself. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. With each breath the crowd became quieter and quieter.

All her life she had denied her father's legacy, passed her responsibility to others who were now dead because of her. She had eluded her role for far too long... She had to die in a strange land to realize what she knew all along...

She needed to go home.

She needed to return to the North. The North calls to her, and Winterfell needs its ruler to be a Stark.

She belongs to the North and Winterfell as much as they belong to her...

"For Uncle Ned." she said quietly to herself. "For aunt Cat. For Robb. For Dacey and Maege" She slowly opened her eyes. "For Winterfell..." She placed her hands on the smooth wood. "For the North" she pushed the door with all her might creating a loud creaking sound silencing the grumbling of Northerners.

Viserra held her head high as she entered the hall among the now whispering crowd. There would only be one of two outcomes from this meeting, she would lead these Houses or die by their hands in this moment.

Whatever it may be Viserra was finally ready.