The Legacy

Part 4

"I know this is a bit orthodox, but I didn't get a chance to speak with you during the feast." Jaime Lannister tried to justify this impromptu meeting.

"Oh yes, I was helping manage the feast." Viserra avoided his eyes.

"Managing or avoiding?" Jaime spoke in a snarky tone. "I wouldn't blame you if you were avoiding to be quite honesty. It was something I was considering doing myself." Viserra looked at him with such confusion. He couldn't possibly be at her door at this hour just to make small talk.

"Why are you here ser Jaime?" Viserra crossed her arms. "I can assure you that the reason isn't about my whereabouts during the feast." Jaime let out a small chuckle.

"Your mother used to hate small talk." Viserra became alert at the mention of her mother. "She would always tell me, 'Get to the point, I haven't got all day'. Elaena was always so blunt." Jaime reminisced.

"You knew my mother?" Viserra did not completely trust the Lannister's words. Yet, the way he spoke about Elaena made it seem as if they were friends. Never had Viserra been told of the possibility of friendship between them. "How?"

"Your mother and I were old friends. I was there the day you were born actually." He was not surprised at the young girl's reaction. Ned Stark most certainly never even mentioned him before his arrival to Winterfell.

"Why?" Viserra's faced mirrored her confusion.

"She was my best friend and I loved her." His admittance started to reconnect those feeling he had tried to sever and forget. Slowly they began to seep back in. Viserra noticed the change of tone. "The day you were born was the happiest day in her life. She made me promise to be apart of your life."

"So you broke your promise to my mother." Viserra felt anger start to stir inside. "If she made you promise why haven't you kept it?" Her voice demanded. Jaime notice her stance, Elaena looked the same when she was upset. Jaime wondered why anyone would compare her to Lyanna Stark, when clearly she was all her mother. Elaena was alive in her daughter, and Jaime felt conflicted.

"In truth I tried, but your uncle kept me away." The tension between Jaime Lannister and Ned Stark was very apparent. It made sense to Viserra that her uncle would keep any and every Lannister at a distance. "And I technically didn't break my promise, because now I am in your life for as long as you'll allow me." Jaime looked at Viserra, but all he saw Elaena.

"Thank you ser." She said flatly. Jaime was a it disappointed by her tone. "Is that all?" Viserra's hand reaches behind her and rest on the handle to the door.

"There was one more thing." Jaime pulls a string that hung around his neck. At the end hung a silver key. "Here, your mother gave this to me the day you were born." Jaime place the key in her palm. Viserra inspected the ornate key. The silver key was beautiful and reflective, the top of the key was the three headed dragon sigil of House Targaryen. Small red stones were placed in the eyes of each dragon. Jaime smiled as he saw Viserra's eyes lit up when she examined it. "It unlocks a chest , she said it was your birthright."

"Where is the chest?" Viserra looked up at met Jaime's eyes. In this light her eyes looked violet and Jaime was stunned for a moment.

"It is here in Winterfell. She had everything that was important or sentimental to her brought here for safekeeping." Jaime lets out a chuckle. "Including you."

"Thank you ser Jaime. This gift is indescribable. Truly thank you." Viserra had though she had everything of her mother's. This was truly a gift and one that came from the most unexpected place.

"You're very welcome. I am just happy to see Elaena's smile again." He bowed. "Good night." A quick turn on his heels and Jaime was gone. Viserra walked back into her room and sat on the chair by the fireplace. She continued to look at the key and think of what it may unlock. Her mind raced at the possibilities. Her thoughts were interrupted by another knock and a small voice.

"Serra?" Sansa creaked open the door.

"Come in pup." Sansa closed the door behind her and joined her cousin by the fire. Viserra placed the key around her neck as Jaime did. "What is the matter?" Sansa looked away and then toward the fireplace.

"I heard something." her voice was small and afraid.

"What did you hear? Was it about me?" Sansa nodded her head yes. "Well don't keep me in suspense, out with it my love." Viserra held Sansa's small delicate hand in her rough ones.

"I heard the king tell father, he wanted you in the capital." She exhaled. "He said even if father doesn't become Hand of the king, He wants you to go back with them to King's Landing." It felt like a punch to the gut. Viserra had the air knocked from her as her mind raced. Why would the king want her in King's Landing. "Are you going to go Serra?" Viserra looked at her cousin and all of her beauty. Her red hair blossomed by firelight. Her soft porcelain features were angelic. Yet she carried concern across her face.

"Not if I can help it." Viserra stood up and kissed Sansa on the forehead. "Not to worry pup, I'm sure your father can reason with him" She assured her cousin.

"But he is the king."

"He maybe king but I am Viserra Stark, that fat man is no match for me. Don't you agree?" Sansa smiled as she shook her head and wrapped her fragile arms around Viserra. She adored her big cousin and the idea of her leaving worried Sansa. "Alright now, off to bed."

"Could I stay here?" She looked at the large bed in the center of the room.

"One more couldn't hurt." Viserra kissed Sansa on the top of her head and Sansa walked to the bed and settled in. Viserra approached the fireplace and opened a small box that sat on the mantle. She took the key of of her neck and placed it in the box. Tomorrow she would look for her mother's lost items, and speak with her uncle.

The idea of the king commanding for her to leave Winterfell worried her. Viserra had never lived anywhere else. She never wanted too. Both of these were issues for the morning. She closed the box and felt the bed call for her. The long hours of the day weighted on her. She laid in between Sansa and Arya. Her eyes felt heavy and finally exhaustion took over. Her eyes were closed and her body relaxed.

One moment she was laying in her bed and the next she sat in a hard cold chair. She must be dreaming. She looked around the empty room, two figures materialized from the shadows. From what she could tell was a man and a women. The two figures approached her, Viserra would try to focus on their faces but she could only see the outline of the eyes or the nose. "Who are you?" She asked. the figures remained silent. Both of the figures raised an hand and pointed directly at Viserra. Confused she asked again. "Who are you I said!" Her tone was fierce and demanding. The air surrounding her turn to ice. Snow began to fall in the empty room. She stared at the snow fallen around her, a voice gently whispered in her ear.

"Fire and Blood." Viserra jumped and was able to see clearly the similar features in both of the figures. They both had silver hair and light violet eyes. They were Targaryens. Viserra woke to the sound of her door creak open. Bantis and two other wolves walked in and settled by the fireplace. Viserra laid back and reflected on what she just saw. She saw her family, she saw Targaryens, but what did they want, who were they and why all of a sudden? She tried to go to sleep but something felt strange in Viserra, like something inside of her had awoken.