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Thrid Person POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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Jon approached calmly and stopped in front of the family. A silence seemed to envelop the atmosphere for a few seds, while both parties assessed each other. Mace Tyrell, as the official representative of Hightower, should have initiated the introdus as the host, but he remaiaring at the boy from the north with his mouth slightly open.
After all, Mace had not expected anything he had heard, aside from some rumors. Even the boy's straire caught his attention, having never seen anything like it, with Jon choosiral colors with his bd white outfit, much like his wife beside him, uhe colorful garments that all the nobles of Westeros liked to wear—after all, colors signify beauty among the nobility.
Wils, seeing the silence, decided to take the initiative to introdustead of his father, although it was a breach of de, he had to start, and being the heir of Highgarden, it would not be a problem.
Clearing his throat, he addressed Jon: "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Arti." He began, looking at Jon with a respectful nod. "My name is Wils Tyrell, heir of Highgarden. It is an honor to have a man like you, who has tely been makihroughout Westeros." He spoke calmly and then tinued after the initial greeting.
Pointing his hand towards his brother beside him, "This is my brarn Tyrell, also a brave knight, who, ially, won the current melee bat in our tour, bringing honors to our house and to my father." He spoke, while Garn himself nodded with a slight movement of his head, looking at Jon with a calm and even calcutive gnce. Jon responded in kind.
Wils did not stop there, pointing to the girl at the other end of the lihis is my sister," Wils began, "Lady Margaery Tyrell, the flower of the family." He introduced her as the girl picked up her dress from side to side and raised it with a light curtsy and a smile, keeping her eyes fixed on Jon's. Jon also o her.
Wils had to turn his attention back to his parents due to Mace's stalling, with a bit of embarrassment, after all, this was a huge breach of de. "These are my mother, Alerie Tyrell, and my father, the patriarch of Highgarden, Mace Tyrell." Wils said.
Mace heard that and finally snapped out of his daze, clearing his throat a bit more formally. "Yes, yes, that's right. Well, it's a pleasure." He said, ending with a bit of a stumble.
Jon nodded and decided to speak for the first time, "It is a pleasure to meet you all, Lord Wils, Larn, Lady Margaery, Lady Alerie, and Lord of Hightower, Mace Tyrell." He introduced himself and began to introduce the people behind him.
"I am Jon ártica, sn king of ártica." Jon spoke without hesitation, after all, he was a monard, even though others called him Lord, he could not deny that he was one—what kind of king would he be if he hesitated to say that he was responsible for aire kingdom?
It was somewhat amusing to see how the people in front of him frowned or were surprised to hear this. But without dwelling on it more, Jon tirying to be polite and rational, even as a king: "I may be a king, but you still sider me Lord Arti, after all, these nds are not my domain and I am here on business, not to prove things that I sider important only for my people." Jon spoke.
"Now let me introduce my dies beside me, this is my first wife, Seryna ártica, and beside her, as many of you must know, is my sister, Arya Stark." He introduced.
"How beautiful..." Lady Alerie couldn't help enting in front of these two women.
"Thank you for ing to us, my lord." Wils spoke again, while his father still frowned. "I would like to take you to a pce where we have a private versation, after all, we are ied in your business ieros." He spoke.
"Alright, but I'd like tanize my men so they're not just standing around at the entrance of the castle, if possible," Jon said.
"Yes, my Lord, we will see to that immediately," he said and spoke to a steward roached and whispered about the areas where they could settle in during their visit.
"We have an open spaear the tent area, but a bit away from the tour," Wils said. After all, all the best spots were taken by the main nobles and it would not be wise to mix this fn pany with the kingdom's nobles.
"I uand. you lead my men to the spot?" Jon asked as he called a royal guard.
"Take them to the spot," Wils said as the steward nodded.
"Yes, my lord," he said, looking cautiously at the group.
"Escort our men to the spot, just leave the wagon with goods," Jon told a royal guard, who nodded, as he could handle any fusion or problem that might arise while settling in.
"That's great, let's proceed then," Wils said and Jon nodded as they headed towards the castle, while only the ministers would apany Jon with four royal guards, plus some soldiers with the merdise.
Meanwhile, the árti group began to turn and move towards the opposite side of the castle, and this did not go unnoticed by everyone. After all, there were hundreds or even thousands of eyes as they made their way into the middle of the courtyard, with everyog.
And so, the otion began anew as the árti pany again passed through the gate. The giants were making the ground tremble again and people tio look on in admiration, seeing those creatures passing through the gate that hardly seemed to tain them.
While Jon was apanying the Tyrells, introdug them inside Highgarden, people began to disperse, starting their tasks. After all, the Tyrells had also issued orders to assist their new guests as guests, to make a good impression. Meanwhile, the soldiers performed a chraphy leaving the area and the servants began to work, heading to the kit to prepare some food and stay atteo any orders from their lords. The árti soldiers began to head towards the crowd of nobles in front of the encampment.
The steward of Highgarden was apanied by Tyrell soldiers as they began to lead the group through the crowd among the houses, which quickly began to make way for them to go towards the area desigo them.
They finally arrived at a spot a little distant from the rest of the tents, heading towards a er a bit further from the event area, but the terrain was good with trimmed grass and ft.
"So, is this the area?" the royal guard asked.
The steward nodded. "Yes, sir," he spoke respectfully.
"I am not a 'sir.' Ziller, the royal knight obeying Jon, spoke and tinued, "After all, we do not have knights in ion. Just call me Ziller," he crified, siiever produced a knight and perhaps never will uhe southern culture, and almost no knights are named in the north.
"I heard the war games are over... It's a shame we 't kick the southerners' butts yet," suddenly Tormund's voice was heard, causing the steward to frown with the Tyrell soldiers beside him and Ziller looked at the rough man.
"You have to be respectful, Tormund," Ziller spoke sternly.
"Alright, alright, I get it. Is it true that people call themselves flowers here? But that seems so weak. What a flower do? If they are a flower, then I am a block of io, I am an iceberg," he began to speak again, ughing, while the royal guard started to get annoyed with his tongue.
" you keep quiet for a bit, Tormund? Don't you see we are in fn nds?" He warernly.
"Whatever, let's start setting up the camp," Tormund said and looked at a giant. "Hey, I have one of your tents? They are quite spacious," he cmored to the armiant, who moved his head and shook it no, after all, he did not want to give his tent to the talkative red-haired man.
"Damn, I'm going to ask our king for oime I see him," Tormund murmured.
"How about you take one of mine, you supposed giant's teat sucker?" a dwarf teased as he approached.
"Hey, do I look like a dog to you?" He pined.
"Do you want to get hit again, don't you?" the dwarf threatened.
"Do you want to feel the fear of my axe?" Tormund challenged.
"Haha, you talk as if you could beat us," the dwarf retorted.
"What a pain..." Ziller was already getting a headache from dealing with these people.
Meanwhile, they began to set up the gias, pulling their enormous dwellings from the wagons while others did the same, anizing the area where the horses and all the supplies would stay. Many people looked on, even children tried to approach the site.
The camp was sooed quite quickly, even dispying much of the árti wealth, as their white tents with fabric patched in the north were raised and the proud árti fg flew in the wind at that moment.
"Hey, look at that! What material is that, it looks so luxurious... They sleep in pces like this..." someone murmured, looking at the quality of the tents.
"It's not just that, look where the giants sleep! I thought they would sleep oreet." Another said.
"They are so rich... We be from this, 't we?" Another spoke.
"Of course we , besides they are from the north, we rob them and they won't be able to do anything!" Someone said, already hoping to have a ce to grab their ons with the greenish metal.
At the same time, Joered the castle with the Tyrells leading them, finding the pce quite pleasant before his eyes. After all, the Tyrells were not poor and they really knew how to decorate the pce with flowers and pnts all over, being well-maintained while the pleasant and fragrant smell filled the air.
They tinued until they reached a room that, undoubtedly, looked like an audience hall, but was certaiy, except for a few people that Jon was not surprised to find. At least not the case of the dy sitting on one of the behe famous Queen of Thorns, Olenna Tyrell sitting obediently waiting for them.
"You finally arrived. I was already starting to get a pain in my ass from the dey," As a sarcastian, Olenna didn't waste time and spoke in this tone, while Arya o Jon grimaced, his wife looked at Jon with furrowed brows and Jon raised an eyebrow, he had heard of this woman, but never imagined entering something like this.
"Mom, don't talk like that to the guests..." Mace Tyrell, already aced to Jon, said.
"Don't be b, Mace. I'm sure the guests very well uand the pains of an old woman." Olenna spoke without any shame as they looked at Jon.
"Well, let me introduce randmother," Wils said, trying tain a bit of dignity after Olenna's indelicate words.
"Oh, don't be like that, Wils," she spoke before he could finish, "I'm sure uests wouldn't mind it. I'm sure they're used to a bit of harshness, after all, they e from that froze. Have you ever seen anyone like that? I'm seeing it for the first time now, It's certainly a sp in the faost of these nobles who thought only savages lived there, but pared tuests, they look like mere peasants." She ented sarcastically as Jon didn't even know what to say about this woman. After all, she was quite bold. "Haha. It was funny to see their faces as you arrived, it's worth a few years at the end of mine here, so thank you fiving this old dy a bit of fun." She and looked at Jon's clothes.
"Your fashion is quite peculiar, I've never seen anyone in clothes so tight to the body, but it's quite stylish, look at this, Wils, you could learn something from this Jon ártica." She smiled and turned back to the woman beside Jon.
"And to think he would bring a winter rose, one so beautiful it could make all the dies of Westeros jealous, you found this rare gem in that desert, maybe I should take some vacation in this ártica, I might even improve my skin a a bit younger, maybe Mace get a stepfather." She ented, leaving everyone embarrassed, especially Mace who looked incredulously at his mother.
"State your name, my girl?" she asked Seryna.
"Seryna ártica," Seryna responded cautiously.
"Seryna? A good name. You are expeg a child from the King of ártica, possibly the heir," she ented, looking at the swell of Seryna's belly, leaving her speechless with the dy's remarks.
"And the other woman, are you really a Stark? Your father is so ugly, no offense, but I hope you take after your mother... No, you are much more beautiful than that since I st saw a Tully," she said, leaving Arya equally speechless, which was hard to do, but this woman was as thorny as her rumors suggested.
"I never imagined hearing a Stark described as beautiful as I'm seeing now, perhaps many years ago when Rhaegar had taken Lyanna Stark, after all for a prince of the realm to take a northern woman, I ot describe her beauty, it's a shame I didn't pay much attention to her at the Harrenhal tour," she ented, causing everyoo frown, as this was a delicate subjed she seemed not to care about speaking so lightly.
"Grandmother..." Wils had to call her attention, fearing that Jon might be offended by her words.
"Oh, sorry," she spoke as if she had just realized her words. "Now, returning to our king from beyond the wall, you certainly are handsome, perhaps unlike Arya Stark, you certainly take after your father, very handsome," she said with a knowing look.
Jon did not respond, despite feeling there was much more to her words, he sensed how this woman liked to ad how truly dangerous she was just by listening to her at this moment.
"Ahh where are my manners!" She tinued, looking at two other men who were near her, frowning just like the others after all her speeches.
"Well, as you see, here are Lord Paxter Redwyne and Lord Leyton Hightower, who will also participate in the meeting. I hope this does not offend you, after all, we are in a iation that could create a big deal in the realm," she said with a forced smile.
Wils heard his grandmother finally stop speaking and sighed, turning his attention back to Jon. "I hope it's not a problem, and that you weren't offended by my grandmother's words..." he said to Jon at the entrah his group.
"No problems..." Jon spoke, looking at Lord Redwyne and Lord Hightower, nodding his head as they did the same. He was sidering that the lords would be important for his business. Unlike Dorhere were many important lords here, although Dor some members from powerful families ohey knew about the iations happening in Sunspear, here there was a tour, so certainly the most important ones would not miss this meeting and would even push to be in it, guessing also that many of them even tried, but in the end did not make it, giving importanly to the main members.
"...And no offense was taken, Lord Wils," he said regarding Lady Olenna's ents, which eve him speechless and discerted at times, not finding ah such a sharp tohere were many venomous tongues in his path, Oberyn, Cersei, and other cil members in King's Landing, but this woman knew how to be non-offensive and offe the same time trying to discert her listehis could be said of his sister and even Seryna, Jon really frowned, but tried to stay firm against this woman's words.
Taking his eyes off the lords who looked at them with i, like all others being greatly surprised by the aspect of the árti group, Jon turned his attention back to the dy, clearly she was the one anding this meeting, at least his future ts and waited for her to tinue.
Olenna maintaihe tight smile still looking at Jon with i. "Well, let's get this started," Olenna spoke again with sarcasm, "before my spiarts to rot if you make me wait too long."
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