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  Thrid Person POV

  Westeros, 295 AC.

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  Jon's wolf tinued walking ahead of his group, alongside Ser Garn, who occasionally cast g Jon.

  "I've never seen anything like it... What style of fighting is that?" Garn asked after witnessing how Jon had maintained a stance he had never seen before, ohat had been lost a long time ago, with Jon redisc it through greensight, simir to Damon Targaryen during the dance of the dragons.

  Jon's style involved using two bdes, wielding Dark Sister on one side and an Eldeal sword oher. However, he adopted a different stance when wielding a single sword. Jon fought with speed, despite his strength being greater than any man's, giants included, who could not face him; perhaps only Seryna might surpass him in this regard. Jon prioritized speed in his bat, not even Oberyn, who specialized in such, stood a ce against Jon in Dorne.

  "I was lucky to learn something like this..." Jon ented.

  "Did you learn this beyond the Wall? It's hard to believe... You must have brought a master from somewhere..." Garn couldn't help but ask. As a knight, the martial arts always attracted him, especially since he had to maintain trol over the Tyrell vassals; his father was not suited for this, his elder brother was inappropriate due to a serious issue with beihere was Loras too, to help in a potential war, but he was still very young, despite being an excellent knight.

  "Maybe..." Jon simply left it hanging, not wanting to ahe question.

  "..." Garn did not ent, though he wao know more, he would not press this man.

  "They are looking at us with fear..." Arya, ing behind with her wolf, poio a group of people at the tents.

  "They are talking about Jon..." Seryna ented on her horse, with a small smile. Normally, they would be there to see the giant wolves, but Jon was the topic after all, the hat he had killed the knight who offended him the day before had spread like wildfire through the camp.

  They tinued on to the castle, the pce again stopping to let Jon pass, something quite on with curious looks for a man and a girl riding wolves rger than horses. At the entrance of the castle, Wils and Margaery were waiting calmly.

  They waited until the group approached to dismount from their rides, with five royal guards on other horses apanying Jon and his family. Everyone approached Garn and the two hosts.

  Jon noticed Margaery's gaze on him, but ig and focused on Wils to greet him first. "Lord Wils..." He said and then turaery. "Lady Margaery..." He said with her looking at him with a sparkle.

  Margaery's gaze on Jon was not just because she found him attractive, the most handsome man she had seen, but also for how brave and uable he was, earning some respect as he maintained a firm stance against her grandmother despite the prickly words, but Jon acted with his head held high, something she rarely saw, maybe only in Lord Redwyne and her grandfather, Lord Hightower. However, Jon was just a boy her age, which impressed her greatly.

  The event of yesterday also helped her to have more intense eyes for the man who was king of a nation beyond the wall, his resiliend even how uable he was, breaking the nose of the man who offended him and even killing him this m acc to the rumors, as if he had sughtered an animal.

  Rumors about Jon slig through armor with his Valyrian steel sword as if slig through cheese were a subject everyoalked and excimed about from the camp, with looks of fear and even greed beginning to appear, after all, the Valyrian steel had proven its worth there.

  "King Artio..." Wils greeted, while Jon, who did not care much for his titles here in the south, was surprised that people were calling him correctly tely. Wils tinued with the rest of the group. "Queen Seryna, Lady Arya, and Sers..." He greeted everyoe the royal guards wanting to correct Wils, Joured with his hands for them not to o do anything like that.

  "King Artio, Queen Seryna, Lady Arya, and Sers..." Margaery greeted them.

  After Seryna and Arya also greeted them, Wils decided to tinue, "Would you like me to apany you in the castle, King Artio, while my sister takes care of your wife and sister?" He asked respectfully.

  "Yes, there's no problem with that." Jon said, since he had already spoken to them and their guards about it. After all, Seryna and Arya could take care of themselves if Olenna tried to approach them before him, and he had some eyes and ears on them all the time.

  "Please follow me, we will take your wolves to the kennel..." Wils requested, and Jon began to follow, one of the royal guards stayed with him while the other four apanied his family, one of the royal guards being a woman.

  "Impressive creatures..." Wils couldn't help but ent, looking at the two wolves following behind Jon and his guard.

  "They are..." Jon ented.

  "Are they tame like this?" It was still hard for Wils to believe that there was a mystical animal walking calmly without trying to kill anyone and even maintaining a calm atmosphere, almost like a tame dog.

  "Depends, you wouldn't want to be their enemies..." Jon spoke.

  "Like in your story at that farm, right?" Wils ented with a smile.

  They arrived at some structures with horses ing out and barking sounds, being an official stable and kennel of the Tyrell family, but Jon was slightly impressed with the size of the pce, it was at least five times rger than Winterfell...

  "Impressive, isn't it?" Garn spoke from the side. "My brother expahe pce after his main hobby became colleg horses and dogs while he breeds and cares for them, you could say there are all the best breeds of horses you find ieros, even some Dothraki horses we brought from Essos," he said with a certain pride and Wils nodded in agreement, this was his greatest hobby, one he was very proud of.

  "I also have some domesticated wolves... Maybe one day I could have a giant wolf too..." He couldn't help but ent, thinking about the possibility of buying a cub from ártica, after all this had bee a dream since he saw the giant wolves with Jon, this became the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

  "Giant wolves are not easy to keep... they seem to only follow the Starks..." Jon spoke holy as a small warning, after all, even his wargs in ártica couldn't tame these creatures... only he and Arya had this power.

  "Hm... still, I would like to discuss this iure..." Wils still insisted.

  Jon just nodded auro his wolves. "They don't like being fined, you leave them here, if no ohers them, they won't be a problem." Jon spoke and Wils nodded.

  "I'll trust your words, after all, I doubt my kennel man is very willing to take care of these creatures..." He spoke, looking at the man at the kenrance eyeing cautiously. "I will leave some guards so that no ohers the wolves." He also ented while Jon nodded and ahe wolves to stay there, enjoying the pd not b ahere, sihey already had many eyes around them from guards, servants, and other tached to him.

  "Let's use this time and I would like to see you in a friendly sparring if you allow it..." Garn spoke again, wanting to test his skills with the man who gained some renown after his fight in Dorne and seeing firsthand how Jon was uable for at least an hare having doubts about beating Jon, still held firm and wao fight him.

  "Alright, if you want, we train a bit." Jon said o the brothers and they led him away from there to the training area where some fights with the local guards took pce, it was a bit long to get there due to Wils's ditions, but Jon atient with it.

  "I would like to see the man who defeated the Red Viper in a..." Wils ented, stepping step by step with the help of his e.

  "It was just a fight..." Jon spoke calmly.

  "A fight? Rumors say you humiliated him, treating him like a child and even making a cut on his face." Garn teased. "Is that really true?" He wao know.

  "It may have been like that, but you know how rumors tend to exaggerate, right?" Jon tered.

  "If you fight like I've heard you did before ing here... then I don't think the rumors are that exaggerated..." Wils also ented.

  "Anyway... we've arrived." Garn spoke as people noticed their preseopping their training.

  Sir Willian Flore was in the middle of the area along with a young man older than Jon, probably around Wils's age. They tinued approag the spot and Flreeted them.

  "My lords..." he said as the young man also approached.

  "Let me introduce this knight; he is Baelhtower, the heir to the lord of the citadel..." Wils introduced him.

  "You are the king of the try beyond the wall... I heard you easily killed a knight a short while ago while we were training," he didn't hesitate to ask, as this news had caught everyone by surprise.

  "Hello Lord Hightower... Well, the man showed up at the camp wanting to restore his honor after what happened yesterday... let's just say things didn't end very well for him..." Jon ented.

  "The Arti king fought fairly, despite his skills being greater than the oppo's... who died easily..." Garn spoke in favor of Jon.

  "That sounds impressive; I would like to see him fight here if he is ied." The young Hightower seemed friendly, looking to Garn and then back to Jon waiting for his response, but Jon could sehat this young man also seemed to hold his disdain quite well, not that he cared about it.

  "We are here for that, of course, we want to see the formidable skills and your beautiful Valyrian steel sword," Garn said.

  "Don't fet I'm not the only Arti who knows how to fight," Jon decided to raise his voice a bit with a smile, after all, ártica was the cradle of powerful warriors and his 50 royal guards could prove that.

  'It's time for the south to fear ártiot just for my bde or iants...' Jon thought and looked at his royal guard.

  " you give a demonstration?" he asked, and the man Eldeal nodded.

  "Sir Willian Flore, you fight against uest?" Wils spoke while Garn had a calg look at the royal guard.

  "His name is Tarsio Frost, one of the excellent swordsmen that ártica produce," Jon said, after all, Tarsio was among the top 10 of all 50 royal guards.

  "Does he have a house he young Hightower couldn't help but ask curiously.

  "Yes, all the royal guards have fouheir own lineages, after all, they are not bound to having no family," Jon said.

  "Iing..." Wils ented about the Luffy system, although he thought it might be a fwed system, after all, ieros there is nothing like that so the royal guards dedicate their lives to the royal family at the Redkeep.

  Tarsio heard this and took a step forward. "I will fight and honor ártica, my king," he said firmly, his personality a bit stern and proud.

  Jon his warrior's statement, then started moving to the area where there ace fhting practi the middle of the training yard.

  Sir Flower followed shortly after, while the whole pce had their eyes on them, with the guards stopping their training and the nobles and servants walking around looking towards the potential great fight.

  "I hope you don't get too tired wearing that armor," Willian Flore ented, studying the Arti warrior who simply nodded, not g much about the ent.

  "It's fine..." he said, after all, his armor was lighter than they could imagihen, both positiohemselves fag each other, toug the hilts of their swords.

  "Does he also have the same feng teiques as you?" As the men faced each other, Jon was o Wils and Garn, with young Hightower also apanying while they maintained a li a distance. Garn, who was curious, asked this.

  Jon looked at him and shook his head. "No, the royal guards of ártica are chosen regardless of their fighting style. Eae wields the on that best suits their style. We have guards who use axes, swords. They just have to prove they are fast and powerful enough to take on the role," Jon spoke.

  "You even have a woman as a royal guard?" Wils ented, notig the woman wearing the same armor, but tailored for a feminine body.

  "Yes, we have five of them in the order," Jon replied.

  "They're starting!" Baelor pointed out, and Jon looked towards his man. He had ed some of his potions, like all the royal guards, so they were strohan ordinary people. Jon was sure it would be a good shardless of the oppo here.

  Flore uhed his sword, while Tarsio drew his bastard sword made of Eldeal, maintaining its unique glow as he prepared for the fight.

  "It's a beautiful sword..." The head of the Tyrell guard couldn't help but ent, having not seen a bde of that metal uhed before.

  "This metal is the pride of ártica..." Tarsio ented. "Now let's begin ht, after all, I ot disgrace my king," he said, and the man nodded as both took up fighting stances.

  As everyone fell silent, awaiting the start of the fight, both men moved quickly and cshed their swords in the air with a swift and strong strike. However, it was clear that Tarsio Frost's sword stabilized much better than Willian Flore's ordinary sword.

  "Suetal..." Wils ented, and his brother nodded.

  The Tyrell knight and the Arti soldier quickly unched atack against each other, and a dance of attacks began, while the metal ged and resonated like a symphony filling the training yard.

  Everyone was impressed with the demonstration, seeing that even though Willian Flore was not the best swordsman here, he certainly was one of the best, yet the Arti soldier roving to be more than a match for him, as the other side was being pressured.

  "Impressive," Garn ented, while Hightower just nodded in surprise. Wils remaitentive, analyzing the fight. Jon merely kept a satisfied smile, unimpressed by it all.

  "Yood... I'm impressed..." Willian Flore couldn't help but ent with some difficulty, feeling the pressure as he utacks and parried, while the sound of metal tio fill the air. He saw that his oppo was holding back, and this was somewhat frustrating for him.

  'Damn, where did such a monster e from?' he thought to himself, as this man had already proven to be faster and stronger. Moreover, he possessed a teique he had never seen, with excellent footwork.

  "Could you tell where yhting style es from?" Garn wao ask Jon, and he nodded.

  "Yi-Ti..." Jon said.

  "What?!" Young Hightower excimed, as both Garn and Willian looked at Jon surprised by this revetion.

  "Did you mao get a master of that style to the north of the Wall?!" Garn asked.

  "Something like that..." Jon said mysteriously, keeping his eyes on the fight.

  Though he did not pass on his current fighting style, Jon had taught several fighting teiques to various instructors after learning from Brynden, making all the free folk relearn with some style of fighting to implement in their bat. Du also did a good job in instilling discipline i the beginning, now they had emerged with eiques that better filled their abilities and fighting style.

  The fight tinued as the soldiers watched their master-at-arms struggle against his oppo, a sight they seldom saw. Some nobles also seemed quite ied in the fight, while dies watched it fasated. Although it was not a knightly duel, they were still captivated by the warriors bravely fighting each other.

  The fight went on until Tarsio decided to end it, beginning to press his oppo by ung an atta his right side and above, causing the man to lose some of his bahat was enough for him to close in, thrusting the Tyrell sword forcefully aside and creating a rge opening, then pressing the neck of his oppo with his Eldeal bde before the man could react.

  The pce fell silent for a moment afterward with the Arti standing there as the victor of the fight. Jon just maintained his smile, and the silence was broken by Garn's rapid appuse. "Impressive," he said, looking satisfied with the test.

  "Indeed, your warrior is very strong, I am quite impressed..." Wils ehoughtfully. Lord Baelhtower also stood by, feeling the same, w what he would do in a fight against this oppo, as he had sparred with Sir Flore but could not beat him due to the man having much experien his life.

  "He certainly knows how to represent our people," Jon said with a satisfied tone, and Garn looked at him. There were still just the four of them standing there.

  "King of ártica, I would like to engage in a battle for you, after all, I want to see the power of the man who defeated the Red Viper of Dorne and how you killed that knight in a game of harn eagerly anticipated this, wanting to withe abilities of the man known as king in his nd.

  "Alright, the's fight," Jon agreed.

  Both Sir Flore and Tarsio sheathed their swords after a respectful salute between two warriors and cleared the space for Jon and Garn, roached the spot.

  Both stopped in the middle of the area. her of them wore armor, so it was a friendly fight. Garn picked up his ordinary sword, more beautiful and polished, and Jon drew Dark Sister, opting to fight in a one-haance.

  "Let's begin..." Jon said before they took the first step and started the fight.

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