The Legacy

Part 21

Viserra's heart raced as the three of them approached the small council meeting. Moments earlier she had just agreed to align herself with Tyrion in the hopes of saving her family from this war. She knew she would be foolish to fully trust Tyrion. She would use this alliance until her family was safe, and she no longer needed the youngest Lannister. Tyrion whistled confidently as he walked in ahead and to greet his sister. It took only a few seconds for Cersei to realize who was in her brother's company.

"Don't get up. More ravishing than ever, big sister. War agrees with you." He placed a small kiss on his sister cheek and rounded the table to find his seat. "Forgive the interruption, carry on." Viserra and Cersei had locked eyes the moment the young stark walked into the room.

"What are you doing here? And more why is she here?" Cersei seethed at the end of her question. Tyrion sat down opposite from his sister and offered the empty seat next to him to Viserra while Bronn stood leaning against the pillar by the entrance.

"Ah, it's been a remarkable journey." Tyrion began as he reached for the two empty glasses near him and began to pour himself and Viserra wine. "I pissed off the edge of the Wall. I slept in a sky cell." He placed the wine back to its original place. "I fought with hill tribes. So many adventures, so much to be thankful for." He end his sentence with a sip from his wine. Cersei released her hateful gaze from Viserra and moved on to her youngest brother.

"What are you doing here? This is the small council" she repeated her question but with anger radiating in her voice.

"I do believe the Hand of the King is welcome at all small council meetings." Tyrion noticed the white knuckles appearing across the Stark girl's fists. This was most likely the first time her or his sister have been in the same room without many guards present. He lightly tapped on the young girl's hand. "As for my company..." Viserra looked at Tyrion and the violet in her eyes seemed to pulse, her gaze flicked quickly to the side of him. "... they are my advisors and friends." Tyrion picked up the small cheese knife and placed it on the farthest side of the table.

"Our father is Hand of the King" Cersei was back to watching the young girl who could easily kill everyone in the room if she had the resources.

"Yes, but in his absence..." Tyrion pulled out an official looking letter and passed it to Viserra who handed it to Varys. She saw just a glimpse of the Lannister seal along with mention of Tywin Lannister.

"It seems your father has named Lord Tyrion to serve as Hand in his stead while he fights-" Varys spoke only to be interrupted by Cersei's booming voice.

"OUT! All of you out!" Cersei watched her brother while everyone but Viserra left.

"If you would please excuse my sister, we have much to discuss." Tyrion lightly tapped Viserra's clenched fist. She stood up slowly and looked at the woman who's existence has been a plague to her family and the North.

"Kesan lilagon isse kēlio ānogar" Viserra spoke in her ancestral tongue and walked outside the room. She stood next to her newest companion Bronn when Varys approached her. His hands were tucked in the sleeves of his robes which made her uneasy.

"I do not think it wise to threaten dancing in lion blood, even in Valyrian sweet girl" Varys mused and prompted the girl to follow. Viserra looked over to the now closed door and decided to follow.

"I did not make an idle threat Lord Varys." Viserra looked toward the room they had all just left. "I keep my word."

"Promise or threat, it is best you keep those thoughts to yourself." Varys looked past the girl and toward the room they just left. "You may not be in good company dear child."