The Legacy

Part 45

"It is very cute" Oberyn's finger gently stroked the smooth scales of Viserra's dragon. "Do you have a name yet?" Viserra parted her lips to speak when a knock interrupted.

"Enter" Viserra allowed. Jovan entered quickly and bowed.

"My Queen" he spoke as he rose to a standing position. "They are ready for you".

"Excellent" Viserra smiled as she lifted her dragon to her chest, and the small creature climbed up her breast ripping the delicate fabric of her gown. The dragon nestled itself around her neck, now hidden in her hair. Viserra's hand gripped Oberyn's bicep and her thumb stroked lovingly as they made their way down Mormont hall.

As she entered the room, those that were not already kneeling, bowed in respect to their new queen.

"Is this the last of them?" Viserra released Oberyn's arm and strode toward the six men kneeling. All of them battered and beaten, already showing signs of their eyes swelling shut or the corners of their mouth flaked with dried blood.

"Yes your Grace" Jovan stood next to Viserra watching as her violet eyes scanned over each of the men.

"Fenrick Umber, Branden Glover, Harlon Karstark, Jacob Karstark, Wendyl Bolton, and..." Viserra paused at the last man unknown to her. "I do not recognize you..."

"He will not give us his name" Jovan said as annoyance and frustration laced his words. Viserra eyed the mystery man again. He was the most bloodied, a beaten of the group. She could see how Jovan's eventual patience ended.

"Resilient one aren't you" Viserra knelt down to get a closer look at the man. She searched his face for anything of familiarity or recognition. She found none. "We will speak later" Viserra stood up straight and her finger gently stoked the underside of her dragon's head like a kitten.

"I understand the resistance." Viserra spoke to the kneeling men. "Better than anyone I would say. I know what it is like to have someone come into your life and instill themselves in a position of power." Viserra stopped at Wendyl. "To have someone you thought you knew, someone you trusted, take what belongs to you." Viserra paused as she stared down the Bolton man. "The difference is you four men know me..." She connected with each of their eyes. "Fenrick you were close friends to my cousin Robb." I turned to the brothers. "Harlon and Jacob, when your mother died, my aunt Cat and I travelled to your halls in your time of loss, and when your sister succumbed to the same illness we prayed to the seven under the weirwood tree with the rest of the Karstark women." Viserra walked further down the line. "I was sadden to hear of her passing" Viserra looked away for a moment not allowing the old memories lessen her controlled rage in this moment.

"Traitorous cunt" Jacob spat at Viserra his bloody spit staining her dress. The hall jumped at the insult, Jovan blade in hand ready to end his life. Viserra's hand grasped the blade from her loyal guard.

Viserra eyed Jovan and he understood as he then slowly backed away allowed his queen to do as she pleased. "I am the traitor?" Viserra leveled her violet eyes to him. "Jacob I have been nothing but be loyal to you, to all of you" she looked to the men tied and beaten. "Everything I have ever done was for the North... for you" she looked into his deep set blue eyes. There she recognized the young boy that once sought comfort in her after his mother's death, those blue eyes that had enjoyed hunting with her and her house. Those same eyes filled with poisonous hate.

"You have done nothing but sully your father's name and become a Dornish whore" Jacob snapped and then flinched as Oberyn and her Dornish guards made aware the distaste of his insult.

"You will show your Queen respect" Jovan's body was so close Viserra felt the heat and rage radiating from him.

"Is this really how it is to be Jacob?" She ignored the insult and the overprotective guard and spoke only to the youngest Karstark.