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  Thrid Person POV

  Westeros, 295 AC.

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  Jon remained in his tent with his wife for the few hours, her body pressed against his. "You knew..." Seryna began, taking his hand aly pressing it against her belly. "I've already decided on the name of our son." She said.

  "You have, I thought we'd still talk about it once we got back to ártica..." Jon said, raising an eyebrow to her blue eyes.

  "Yes... but there's a name I wao give to our first baby..." She said, her gaze filled with expectation for Jon.

  "And what name do you want to give him?" Jon asked, curious about what his wife nning.

  "Jon..." She said, tightening her grip on his hand.

  "Hm?" Jon was fused by her calling him.

  "Jon... that will be his name." She decided, leaving Jon surprised.

  "My name? You want to call him Jon..." He was taken aback.

  "Yes... Jon ártica, the sed of your name..." She said with some determination.

  "Well... it's not bad, I'm just quite surprised by it..." He spoke, stroking her belly.

  "But it's a good name, shall we call our son that?" She asked, and Jon ended up nodding.

  "Alright... We'll call him Jon." Jon decided, imagining their son.

  "I'm looking forward to having our little Jon, me, you, Ygritte, and her daughter, acc to what she told me..." Seryna ented, and Jon nodded.

  They talked and ended up dozing off against each other at that moment, spending the few hours as night began to overtake the day. Jon was only awakened when one of the royal guards informed him through his wolf in the er.

  Jon opened his eyes, moved his sleeping wife to the side, and began to get out of bed, donning a robe after he had taken off his tuxedo to sleep with his wife.

  He approached the exit, while everything was already dark and his camp quite bustling at this moment with the men and women of ártica gathered there.

  "My king!" The royal guards at the dreeted him as they saw Jon approag.

  "What's the problem?" Jon asked, shifting his attention from the party happening in the middle of the camp to his two royal guards with a man dressed in Tyrell armor.

  "This is Ser Nudim Ambrose." The man introduced himself before his men.

  "And how I help you, Ser?" Jon inquired.

  "I am here on order from my lord, to invite you and your family to the ba happening at the castle." He said, appearing quite arrogant.

  "We are not ied tonight, Ser. Tell the Tyrells that we are a bit tired from the journey and will have to schedule a ba with your family at aime." Jon said with a stern look at the man.

  "I uand... You should not refuse su opportunity due to your birth..." The man simply grumbled, and before he could react, a sword was already at his throat.

  "You should have more respect for your life, Ser. You think you e here to offend my king... unless you want to live less." The royal guard spoke with a dangerous tone.

  Despite the knight being quite surprised, after all, he didn't even have time to react if that man wao kill him, he still took some ce and scoffed. "You savages think you y hands on a knight of this kingdom, you will be dead before dawn breaks." He said.

  However, what he didn't expect uning his way, and before he could react again, the punch crushed him, burying his nose while Jon himself was hitting him at this moment.

  The sound of breaking bones was faintly heard as he fell to the ground, rolling several meters and many men saw that se, stopping their festivities and looking ily, waiting for any enemy a to fight as well.

  Everyone was surprised that it was the king himself hitting the man who was dazed by it, his face began to drip blood like a waterfall, and he looked at Jon with surprise and fear.

  "You- You broke my nose!" He growled, but still fearful looking at anyone who might still attack him. "This will not stand! I will speak of this to the nobles, you will pay for hitting a Tyrell knight! You Bastard!!!" He snarled and began to leave, due to calling Jon a Bastard, many men were about to stop him, but Jon raised his hand to let them halt.

  "Let him go." Jon said, and they let the man leave quickly, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

  "Why let him go, my king?" a royal guard asked as many awaited Jon's response.

  Jon just smiled, "I admit, if it were aime, I would have broken his bones, but let's let him go for now..." Jon addressed everyone. "After all, I want to see the Tyrells' stan this matter, because it will be a good opportunity to decide if we o take precautions and alert the fleet to be ready to act at any moment or not..." Jon expined, wanting to see how his future trade partners would react.

  "Jon...?" Seryna emerged in a dress, asking what was happening. "What was all that otion?"

  "Nothing you o worry about, my love." Jon said, taking her fa his hands and giving her a kiss on the forehead.

  His gaze returo the guards. "Stay alert and don't let anyone else e too close, and do not allow anyone from the Ambrose family to set foot in this camp; we are g any trade agreement with them." Jon decred, seeing it as a good way to and respect by disregarding the families who tried to meddle with him and his family.

  He looked at a Tyrell man approag, one of the guards left by the family to help secure the camp. "You expin what happened here, I'm going to be with my men." Jon said as one of the royal guards nodded, with Jon heading to the ter of the camp where everyone was gathered with his wife by his side.

  "Jon!" Arya approached, still iraining clothes and a bit dirty, she hadn't even bothered to take a shower, choosing io eat with the others. "What happened?" She asked, sihe punch had been seen by half the camp.

  "I just taught a very arrogant guy a lesson..." Jon said, patting Arya on the head.

  "Now let's go talk to everyone." He said finally, leading his wife and sister with a royal guard to the pce where everyone was gathered.

  The pce was filled with a rge bonfire in the middle, which highlighted the spot from all the other ents, while burning hot for those who got too close. There were se stones, serving as seats for the giants, who ate their vegetarian meals while sitting in front of the fire; after all, giants have always been fasated by fire. Meanwhile, the dwarves were half gathered in a group while the rest were scattered around the pce, eating and chatting.

  The men and women of ártica were all over the pce, some talking with the giants, others toasting with the dwarves.

  It was a lively aive atmosphere that Jon's people knew how to create, with their fgs and banners featuring the ártica symbol fluttering in the night breeze and illuminated by the rge bonfire.

  In the ter of this festive gathering, Jon and Seryna approached the crowd with Arya following behind, "The king has arrived!" a dwarf shouted excitedly as always.

  Jon just smiled and nodded. "I saw the punch he gave that man just now, his face was disfigured and they had to carry the unsan to that er!" a dwarf with a blond beard excimed.

  "It's maester, you idiot!" another corrected him.

  "Anyway, it was quite eaining to see that man fly from a punch!" The dwarf seemed very excited, although he was exaggerating his story.

  "Hey, Jon! e drink here, I'm showing this idiot how to drink!" Tormund called out, teasing another dwarf.

  "What did you say, you red-bearded fool!" the dwarf retorted.

  Jon just shook his head at Tormund; that man was drinking too mud the night was just beginning.

  "How are you all..." Jon resumed walking and stopped at the row of giants sitting aing in one er.

  "Well..." They spoke to Jon.

  "I hope so, the climate is better than the North, but clearly warm..." Jon said and the giants nodded.

  "It's beautiful here." One of them admitted.

  "You're right..." Seryna smiled, agreeing with her fellow.

  "Anyway, enjoy yourselves and always stay alert to our enemies." Jon warned, and everyone nodded seriously.

  "Let's go with the dwarves!" Arya said excitedly, she always liked the árti dwarves so it was very easy to see her with them.

  They approached the group, who were already quite merry from the amount of mead and beer ed with ice, two types of drinks that Jon had not yet traded. They gathered closer to the warmth of the fire.

  "Our king has arrived!" one of them announced.

  "That calls for a song!" another excimed, and everyone agreed.

  They raised their mugs in a noisy toast and began to sing a song while one looked to another cheerfully, starting with a dwarf leading the group.

  "In nds where the snow never ceases," he said and anan to tinue.

  "Uhe boreal sky, our eternal home,"

  "The hammer echoes strong in the promise," a third said, standing up and striking a pose.

  "Of ártica, where the brave thrive." Another spoke, pointing to one of the árti fgs scattered around the camp.

  "In fes hot as the heart of a volo,

  Steel and iroo our will.

  We sing in unison, our song,

  Celebrating strength, ce, loyalty."

  A whole group began to sing at this moment.

  "On the ice steppes, fierce battles we fight,

  With hearts burning and spirits of titans.

  In cold nds where our dreams are engraved,

  Our home, e, our mountain."

  They were good, synizing movements and keeping the rhythm of the music as always.

  "e, oh wind of the north, tell our story,

  Of dwarves uhe light of the glorious aurora.

  In every hammer strike, our art, our memory,

  ártica shines forth, powerful and victorious."

  At the end, they finished g for each other, while Arya did the same with Jon smiling and Seryna joining in.

  "Very good, I hope you tio enjoy yourselves." Jon spoke and tinued on his way to a main table set aside for him and his wife. Settling in the pce,

  "Bring anything my wife wants, for me, a gss of whiskey on the rocks is great." Jon said as they were served by an árti g dishes oable.

  Arya soon joihem, leaving the dwarves, and they tinued enjoying the evening at the site, in a joyful aive atmosphere, especially as a group of people picked up musical instruments and began to py for everyohere. But this could not be said for the other side of that pce.

  The sounds of ughter and music pying ii camp quickly became a highlight, lesser nobles and guards or soldiers who were left in the camps of the nobles, due to not being important enough to ehe castle with the invitation from the main family of the kingdom, heard how the camp was at that moment.

  After all, besides being quite bright with that bohe sound was too loud. "They seem quite joyful..." said a guard who was overseeing the camp under orders from the Tyrells.

  "Are they like this beyond the wall? I thought they were a calmer people... worried about not freezing their own balls off." another spoke.

  "You talk as if you've never seen how rich they are... They produce their own food... so it 't be ice where they live." he gossiped to his colleague.

  "Well, it doesn't matter... We should just keep a that no ories to ehis camp of savages..." a third mocked to the two.

  "But it looks so good... I wish I were there too..." one of them couldn't help but pin.

  Meanwhile, outside the castle, ihere was a gra happening as the great nobles gathered in the main hall of the Tyrells. Everything seemed typical of a grand noble party as all the main nobles dressed impeccably to show off their status to the sound of bards pying in a er of the hall, the elite of the people of this kingdom were chatting quietly, talking about news and gossip, while some couples gathered in the middle of the hall dang.

  The main thing at this event was the goods that Jon had made avaible to everyone, with the iion of showg these products to the people there to get used to and bee ied in them, and they seemed quite perceptive to the árti items, especially the ice as a y that they had never experiehere.

  The Tyrells were gathered at the main table, with the head of their family, Mace Tyrell, in the middle and the face of the family around him.

  "Do you think he will e, Margaery?" Margaery asked her grandmother, a bit curious, while Olenna just looked at her maintaining a closed smile.

  "You seem curious... But I believe he won't, he's not the type to blindly walk into the Tharden. That's why I sent a specific person, since I'd like to see his rea," she spoke. After all, just as Jon wao test the waters, Olenna was doing the same; both were pyers starting to py against each other.

  Before Margaery could speak again, something happe that moment as the door to the hall opened, making everyone look towards it with the force with which it happened, while a man with a bleeding nose began to enter and a maester right behind him, looking quite worried. "You must stop the bleeding!" He said, but the man didn't hear him as people made way for them, especially the women not wanting to stain their dresses with blood and looking at the man with disgust and a certain horror.

  Everyohere reized him as a knight of House Ambrose, who worked with the Tyrells for not being a very important member of the house, Ser Nudim Ambrose. The man approached the main table while the blood was still dripping.

  "What happened?" Mace quickly stood up and looked ed at the man.

  "It was those Artis!" The man growled, while everyone looked at him surprised.

  "What do you mean by that?" Wils spoke now, before his father could say something foolish.

  "They are savages. I was inviting him here acc to your instrus, and that... that..." he was going to say, but didn't have the ce to finish, after all, it could be bad for him. "He hit me and broke my nose!" he finally spoke.

  "Are you saying Jon ártica hit you?" Olenna spoke for the first time while even the music of the bards had stopped and she looked with a gleam in her eyes at the man, already guessing the answer.

  "Exactly. I waaliation for what he did," he demanded angrily, and soon the hall entered into various people murmuring with each other, but the Nobles were waiting to see what would happen with this type of situation.

  "Mother..." Mace was a bit lost while Olenna nodded, returnitention to the knight.

  "Let me see if I uand." She began, drawing everyone's attention. "You said you went to invite Jon ártica here and he punched you? If you know that although uests e from beyond the wall where we only know them as savages, I doubt he would attaeone so easily," she said as everyone tio gossip even more about the i, murmuring among themselves.

  "I," the man seemed a bit lost with this, after all, he didn't expect this type of questioning, sihe group was a bunch of savages ing from the north, and he should have more weight in his words than those savage people.

  Seeing the man uo answer, Olenna then tinued mogly. "Ha, let's suppose," she tieasing. "Nobody punches someo of the blue, even people ing from beyond the wall, and you're saying a 15-year-old boy hit a 30-year-old man? It's hard to believe." she spoke in her ironie, while several ughs began to spread through the hall, embarrassing the man.

  The knight looked a bit shriveled with that, clearly not liking this type of questioning, but he couldn't do anything about it. "I demaaliation!" He still requested.

  "You provoked him and got what you deserved. I told you: do not provoke them so easily. Now, you of House Ambrose will probably receive some retaliation from him. After all, the products we are trying tonight are exclusive to them. It will be a pity if the family ot e them as a requirement from uests," she said, while his own family seemed quite somber with that.

  Imagine being repudiated and boycotted while the entire kingdom receives products. Nobody wao gh that. The man seemed quite lost, seeing that things were not going as he predicted, after all, he is a knight of the kingdom against savages from the north, but he was seeing that he was hasty in provoking that boy, after all, he wao earn the sword on Jon's waist...

  " you leave us, Sir Knight? The maester should take care of you, and I would reend you leave here tomorrow." Olenna cluded.

  "But it's the fair!" the man spoke, after all, he would be peting as a knight.

  "You provoked important guests, so we ot ighat," she finally spoke, as the entire hall fell silent.

  The other nobles were quite surprised, as some of them had hoped to provoke the Artis, but now they would have to think twice seeing the support the Tyrells themselves had for them.

  "Are you sure about this, mother?" Mace asked beside her, as he would clearly stand by the knight.

  "You really are an idiot. It's good that I speak and you stay quiet," Olenna did not miss a ock.

  "But..." Mace tried to speak again.

  "Just stay quiet. It's the best thing you do," she spoke again, while he shrank under her words.

  Her gaze then turo one of the windows, where an owl was flying and disappearing into the night sky at that moment. She just smiled, already imagining what that might mean.

  'I see that he really trol animals. Iing, very iing,' she couldn't help but smile at the thought.

  "Was that wise, grandmother?" Wils asked his grandmother.

  "Oh, my dear," Olenna spoke, "I knew he would do that. The fool is tant and I o due tests," she said mysteriously. After all, she really had proof that Jon could trol animals and wao see what the boy's temperament was like, which did not disappoint her.

  But what she did not know was that there was a little mouse beside the table, listening to everything. After all, Jon always left a sed option, wanting to know what she wanted and already guessing what it was. So, he used the owl to prove the obvious. Sooner or ter she would find out anyway, so he let his true iions be shown, while he still had an ear hidden only on her.

  Jon and Olenna were like cat and mouse as pyers, but it would still take time to knoas the cat and who was the mouse, as one pyed against the other at that moment.

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