The Legacy

Part 5

Viserra slept for what only felt like minutes. The dream felt more like a vision, or a warning. She knew nothing of her mother's family, and there was no way to identify the two figures. 'Fire and Blood' those ancient words echoed in her mind. There was no point of continuing to sleep. Viserra slid down from her bed quietly as not to wake Sansa or Arya. Bantis responded to her getting up. She decided her priority for the day was to find her mother's belongings. She felt upset toward her uncle and aunt for never telling her about all the important things that mattered to her mother. She slipped out of her room and Bantis followed silently.

Viserra started her search in the attic of the oldest tower that was mainly used for storage. She walked up the steps in the dim lighting of the torch she held. She reached the top and the air was frozen. Every breath Viserra took burned her throat. She did her best to look through the room but to no avail. She could not find any chest that fit the key. The sun started to rise and she felt that this was not the place she would find what she was looking for. Viserra decided to start her day as usual and her and Bantis descend the staircase into the now quiet hall.

Bantis stopped in front of her and his hair stood on end. He growled at the statuesque man in front of them, the man she knew as the Hound. He was impressive and intimidating. Bantis low growls made her distrust the man immediately.

"Ilagon" She commanded her loyal companion. Bantis responded and sat down diligently watch the man before her.

"That beast listens better than most men." The deep voice stated.

"Because he is smarter than most men." She replied. The hound let an unexpected chuckle escape.

"Aye I wager he is." He crouched down to look into Bantis' eyes. "He's a big one." Bantis stared into Sandor Clegane's eyes and bared his teeth. "How trained do you have him?"

"Extremely." She spat. "The only thing holding him from ripping your throat is one word." The Hound looked up and met her eyes. Bantis never broke his gaze.

"And what word may that be?"

"One you do not want me to say at this moment." Viserra motioned for the Hound to back away. He looked into the eyes of the direwolf and his snarls getting louder and louder. The Hound slowly back away and looked at Viserra.

"The Targaryen Shewolf lives up to her reputation." he said as he walked away. Bantis still stood alert as the Hound walked further away.

"Gīda" she spoke softly to her faithful wolf. She stroked his head until the tufts of hair relaxed and he was calm again. "Māzigon" Viserra signaled with her hands to come along. She walked into the kitchen to get breakfast for herself and Bantis. The cook obliged and Viserra waited in the hall for her food and eventually one by one her family joined her. Robb and Theon walked in last and sat at the edge of the long table.

"How long have you've be awake?" Robb asked. "I swore I heard rummaging in the high tower, was that you?" He took a spoon full of food.

"I couldn't sleep last night." she finished her drink.

"Was that because a certain Lannister was at your door?" Theon smiled as he sipped his drink.

"Lannister?" Ned Stark paused his conversation with his little brother. "Jaime Lannister? Why was he at your door?" Ned looked suspicious at his niece.

"He wanted to speak to me." Viserra was still upset with her uncle for keeping her mother's belongings away. She didn't feel the need to elaborate any further, she knew her uncle and his hatred for Jaime Lannister would assume the worst.

"About?" Ned questioned.

"My mother." Viserra looked in her uncle's eyes. Ned saw that she was upset, but about what he was unsure. He was positive it must have been something Jaime must have told her.