The Legacy

Part 1

She rises with the sun her uncle Ned always said. Viserra Stark was well known as the last remnant of Targaryens. Her mother was a pure Targaryen, silver hair and violet eyes. Viserra's eyes were grey with flicks of violet danced in her irises. Her long black locks were like waves in the deep sea, and her mother's silver hair that framed her face like a halo. There was no doubt she was a Stark or Targaryen, the perfect blend of both houses in one. She was raised as sister to her uncle's children. She is a Stark in every sense of the word, yet deep within her the dragon slept. All her life everyone knew her name, and her face. Lyanna Stark was a true northern beauty, yet she paled in comparison to her niece. Some found Lyanna in her, while others saw her mother Elaena. Viserra preferred the comparison to her mother than her aunt. When she was younger she would stare at her reflection for hours in hopes that she could what others saw, and she could see her mother. She was raised to be a lady by her aunt and to be a warrior by her uncle. She was fierce when in came to her family and diplomatic when necessary. Her uncle's children were not just cousins to her but siblings including Jon. Jon was closest with Viserra since they both at times felt outsiders among family. A bastard and an orphan both Starks but viewed as impure. Her independence was what she treasured after her family. Showing great skill at such a young age, her uncle Ned nurtured her desire to learn.

Viserra opened her eyes and laid in bed as the sun began to peek through the window of her room. Soft snores filled the quiet room as her direwolf, Bantis lays next to her. She shifted in her bed and her wolf opened his amber eyes and closed them again. Viserra stood up and began to get dressed for the day. Bantis watched her go about her morning routine and waited until she said that magic word.

"Jikagon" Bantis leaped toward the door and followed Viserra down the steps and toward the stables and then quickly took off towards the Wolfswood. On Viserra's 13th nameday Jon Arryn had gifted her mother's favorite book that was written in high Valyrian. She taught herself the ancient language and felt it connected her to the mother she never got to know. She quickly learned the language and taught Bantis commands in high Valyrian. She embraced the rich history of her mother's lineage much to her uncle's despair. It was not that Ned didn't approve, but he worried of what others, especially the king thought of his niece.

She saddled her horse when she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. Her hand gripped the dagger at her side as she continued to saddle her horse. Movement again. The figure approached her slowly. Auburn hair. Robb. She let go of the grip on her dagger. He carried a bucket in his hand no doubt filled with water. So, revenge he seeks. As Robb lifted the bucket over Viserra head he snickered. Viserra in one solid motion and swept his legs him and Robb fell to the floor and the bucket followed.

"Dear cousin, haven't you learned by now?" Viserra leaned forward. "You'll never pull one over on me" Viserra extended her hand and lifted Robb up from the floor.

"Maybe not me cousin, but he might" Robb's eyes went behind Viserra and embraced her as Jon dumped a bucket over his cousin and brother. Viserra yelped as the cold water hit her back.

"Oh, what loving cousins the both of you are!" She laughed. Jon was bent over and enjoyed the moment of finally being able to get back at his cousin.

"Very loving cousin." Jon said as he placed a fur around her arms.

"And what of me brother? Twice I was thrown water." Robb hugged himself.

"Aye and you deserve both of them gundja." Viserra handed the fur around her shoulders to Robb and pulled another from her pack that was saddled.

"Now that the both of you are fully awake, should we ride?" Jon collects the reins of two saddled horses. He hands one of the reins to Robb. "Or are you two Starks too cold for the northern air?". The three of them walk their mounts out of the stable.