The Legacy

Part 7

It had been a couple weeks since arriving at the Capital. The moment Viserra had received a raven about Bran, she had started to pack her things only for Ned to tell her she couldn't leave. From the moment she arrived in King's Landing she hated it. Sansa was preoccupied with impressing the queen and Joffrey, and Arya had her dance lessons. Viserra would join Arya in her lessons, but at times she would consider it too slow and boring.

Everyone in the capital kept a close eye on her. She felt herself suffocating and Bantis would feel her frustration and lash out at anyone who came too close. Ned Stark had just come from a meeting of the Small Council. He went on discussing the upcoming tourney in his honor. Viserra listened as she started to feel anger brew inside.

"Not to mention we are already in debt to Tywin Lannister." Ned trailed off and Viserra couldn't stay quiet anymore. She simultaneously stab her knife and fork into the wooden table. Everyone looked from their plate and to Viserra. Ned saw the look on his niece's face. "Girls go to your rooms." before Sansa could protest Septa hushed her and rushed the girls off. "Speak your mind love, or I'll need a new table."

"Why am I here?" Viserra growled. "Is it just to listen to the stupid city gossip? Because that's all I do". She looked up from the table and twirled the knife deeper into the wood. "You told me it was for the benefit of the girls, and they are gone all day. I sit in this keep and do nothing, because I am not allowed to do anything. I can't fight. I can't explore. I can't go hunt or even ride. I am wasting away here and you just say no." Ned had seen his niece get in this mood a few times in her life. She would be fine one minute and as if she breathe actual fire would destroy everything within her grasp. "Send me home."

"Viserra you know I can't do that, by order of the king."

"Fuck the king!" Viserra threw the heavy wooden table to the side as if it was light as a feather. "I am in a cage, why can't you see that."

"Viserra calm yourself." Ned held out one hand as you would toward a rabid animal. Viserra's heart beat faster and faster. She felt her anger brewing and she feared what she might do if she stayed in the room with her uncle. She stormed off and raced down the steps into the courtyard. Her uncle's distant words fell on deaf ears. She needed to leave, she knew what she was capable of and distance was the only thing she wanted. She approached the exit and two gold cloaks stood at attention.

"I'm sorry m'lady but by request of the king no one leaves this late in the night." All Viserra heard was someone else telling her no.

"Move." The gold cloak tried to tell her again when she threw a dagger straight into his outstretched hand. The man screamed in pain when he realized the blade went through his hand, and the second gold cloak readied his sword. A smile formed on Viserra's face as she unsheathed both of her blades. A short sword in each hand and thirst for a fight, she taunted the guard. Her steps were light and fast as she rushed the guard blocking his first swing. She made quick work of both guards partly because the underestimated her and she needed to release the anger inside of her. She left their unconscious bodies on either side of the gate and she escaped. She walked the quiet streets heading toward the beach on the lower end of the city. She was upset with her uncle, but would never abandon him or the girls. As she got closer to the lower end of King's Landing, the filled taverns echoed into the night. Her heart still beating faster, but her anger lessened. She was close to the beach when heard a group of men arguing. She turned a corner to see some two Lannister guards accosting a young man with black hair.

"It's against the king's law to be out here this late." one guard spoke.

"Like I already told you, I'm on my way back to the shop from running errand, besides you lot are out here." The black haired boy spoke.