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  Pessoa Thrid POV

  Westeros, 295 AC.

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  Jon tinued with his group, and as they reached the st houses on the closed streets, someone suddenly stumbled out of an alley and fell in front of him, the sound of g metal links apanying the cloaked man's crash to the ground.

  The man fell before Jon as his royal guards positiohemselves between Jon and the man. "Ah..." Jon could hear the man's moan of pain, with the man being of not so young an age.

  "It's alright..." Jon said as he approached the man, feeling he should help him, stepping past the royal guard and taking the man by the arm.

  "Archmaester Marwyn!? What do you think you're doing here like this? You should be at the uy, and how you be so clumsy!" The maester apanying Jon excimed, displeased by the disaster this maester had caused.

  "I apologize, I am overwhelmed with tasks, I apologize, King Jon Artica." He spoke as they quickly stood up ahe spot to return to the uy.

  "..." Jon watched him walk away with a raised eyebrow, and they tinued on their way, but without Jon looking at the paper Archmaester Marwyn had left in his hand.

  'It's a trap...' Johe paper in his mind and smiled, it seemed not all maesters were corrupt in this city.

  They tinued walking after that, as he tucked the message away, not g much, after all, he expected this. They finally emerged into the open area in front of the citadel, a massive structure, hundreds of people who were iadel came out to see the giants arriving with Jon, as they were greeted by a small group of maesters.

  "King of the North, these are rand Maesters, the minds behind the eadel..." The maester who apahem spoke as Jon looked at each.

  "It's an honor to see you here, monarch of the North, I've heard many stories about you, you are certainly unique in person, not disappointing in any aspect." The one in the ter spoke, approag Jon, but he greeted him without any physical tact, maintaining his respect from a distance.

  Johis man seemed to be the leader here and was one of the more unlikable ones, but Jon just maintained a nod, "I'm surprised you've heard about me in this pce... Maester...?" Jon murmured.

  "He is Archmaester Vorian, the one who ands the citadel and the order of maesters." The maester apanying Jon said, correg Jon, but he could see that he was dissatisfied with Jon calling him maester.

  "That's alright, I'm not as well-known as uest, so it's fihe man spoke in a calm tohough not fully hiding his dissatisfa, while Jon maintained a calm smile for it now.

  "Very well, then Lord Hightower told me to e here since you invited me for a iation while I'm quite ied in the books you have." Jon spoke.

  "Yes, of course. Why don't you follow me, you could bring at most 10 guards? We are men who sharpen our minds and not bdes, so we do not resort to violence... and I doubt the citadel aodate giants..." He spoke, looking with i at the armored men standing at the entrance.

  "Alright, show me the way." Jon spoke as some royal guards and Arti men followed him. Jon looked at the giants and motioned with his head for them to stay alert, the maesters didn't even notice how all the soldiers were fully armed, leaving no part of their bodies exposed for a fight.

  It seemed they were unaware that the Artis were preparing for war, or even if they were, they still felt fident, after all, there were at least ten times more soldiers from Oldtown standing at the entrance.

  Jon enjoyed his tour, while looking around paying attention to this pce, although he had been here before, he hadn't explored everything, the sight of the massive library was something that still surprised him.

  "Admirable, isn't it?" Archmaester Vorian stepped out from the group of other Archmaesters and began to talk with Jon, while he listeo the history of the citadel from the mahe few minutes.

  "Prepare the men!!!" Out at sea, the Arti ships shouted orders to each other, as soldiers began donning their armors, running bad forth while the Wargs tried tahe ships so they wouldn't get stuck together.

  Only a few ships would remain out of the flict, while Jaime looked dazed at what was happening as soon as he emerged from his on another ship, with the Artis on the same ship watg the a around them.

  "What's happening here?!" Jaime asked, curious and quite surprised.

  "This... we're preparing for a fight, finally some a, southerner," a dwarf scowled at Jaime.

  "Fight?! Where are we?" Jaime couldn't be more surprised, w who they were going to attad he still didn't even know where he was.

  "It doesn't matter to you, southern man. Just stay quiet and don't bother, maybe you admire our warships," the dwarf tinued mog as the others paid them no attention.

  Jaime could do nothing but watch men, dwarves, and giants getting ready on dozens of ships as they seemed to be heading for a war.

  "Wait! Let me go!!" Arya shouted as a dwarf brought her ba front of Seryna.

  "I didn't expect you to run at the first ce..." Seryna looked at the girl with crossed arms.

  "I just wao see the other ships, I swear!" Arya pined, and Seryna shook her head at that. "It's not fair! Tormund jumped to another ship!" She pined.

  "Tormund has Jon's authorization to joitle, you don't," Seryna said as Arya pouted. "Anyway, let's go eat something," Seryna suggested, aered with Arya having no choice but to follow her ihe deck.

  The ships tinued anizing as they prepared for battle. They positioned alongside the part of the fleet that would stay, waiting for orders to advance. Meanwhile, some ships were either leaving or even stopping at sea to watch over them. It didn't matter, because with the teology of their ships, they could quickly pass those before they could alert the city.

  On the coast, a thousand men were anizing after disembarking from their ships. They were a bit away from the city, but at least none of them had been seen, maintaining the element of surprise as the wargs took care of the area as scouts.

  "Let's start moving, first the Arti soldiers will clear the roads while the giants and heavy loads e right behind," a royal guard anizing the attack said.

  They began tah a rge troop divided into groups for each task; sihe giants and even dwarves were the slowest, the human troops began to surround the roads around the group to catyone who saw them along the way, so no one could report it to the city. It would be a quid effective operation, while Oldtown would have ernal unication, leaving the city at the mercy of this attack without being able to call for help.

  "Remember, we must stop anyone we enter on the road. We'll detain them and put them somewhere so they break free in a few hours or wheurn," the man said. After all, the ships were to stay on the coast, hidden with some guards until the troops returo set sail again.

  Thus, they began to march along the road, while their scouts identified any mert, soldier, or even noble passing by. They were quickly detained, uo do anything given the size of that force.

  After leaving them in a safe pce without robbing them, they ighe pleas and cries and headed for the city, and the flow of people increased as they approached. Until the city was visible, there was a main gate, and the city walls were high, but nothing that could stop them.

  There was a crowd of people at the gate, due to them being suddenly closed without warnings with nobles and oners stopped at the entranpining and asking to be let in. The guards on the walls expihat the city was closed at that moment by order of Lord Hightower's brother.

  "How should we do this?" Eldric asked, standio a royal guard, who tinued giving orders and looking for the best strategy not to disappoint the Arti king who was ihe city at that moment. "Well, we need an archer. And you, you're our champion," he said, calling more archers.

  "We o take down all the soldiers on the wall before we blow the gate, but we o clear this crowd out of the middle of the attack," he said, looking into the distance.

  "Now you're speaking my nguage! Let's make kabum!!" A dwarf apanying them excimed, making a theatrical se.

  "Yes, prepare everyone and capture anyone roaches from the city or from our rear, prepare the explosives, we'll wait for the order from our king before we start ag," he said as everyone nodded, beginning to prepare.

  Meanwhile, Jon finally climbed several floors iadel until he found a pletely sealed room, without windows or even small animals, 'They prepared well...' Jon ented as he wore a cloak over his armor, keeping his helmet in a bag with him.

  He noticed at least 20 guards with swords around the room, while a man with anuards was seated in a chair in the middle of the pce with a table.

  "Allow me to introduce the High Sparrow of Oldtown... a very iial man and the apostle of the Seven among us mortals," he said, emphasizing his gods while Jon shrugged and looked at the man, who did not even bother to hide his disdain, perhaps because he didn't greet him at the entrance, feeling superior. More people emerged from the door soon after them, while the guards settled in and prepared for anything that might happen there, but Jon asked them to remain calm with a subtle hand signal.

  Jon calmly sat in front of that septa while he didn't even bother to greet him while maintaining an openly disdainful look. The maesters began to fill their seats while the room quickly was filled by five archmaesters, twenty maesters, fifteeons, and fuards.

  While Jon was in front of this group clearly not hiding his pressure, 10 royal guards in eldeal armor maintaiheir posture like their king.

  "So you are here for books..." The High Sparrow suddenly spoke, he had white hair, but his voice was that of an experienced orator, aced to trolling crowds.

  "That shouldn't be a surprise," Jon calmly replied.

  "You should speak with respect th Sparrow, wildling," the voice of one of the septons among the group excimed at Jon for the disrespect.

  The moment, all 10 of Jon's guards began to uhe their swords as all the soldiers in the room immediately also prepared.

  "Everyone calm down!" The High Sparrow spoke while Jon looked at him calmly. Even Archmaester Vorian asked all the guards to lower their ons, after all, they still had some things to discuss with this group.

  "Tell me, why do you want books, heard some strahings, among them you edug the on folk, for free," Archmaester Vorian now spoke, looking at Jon with curiosity.

  "You're right, after all, I want to have the smartest people in the world and I also o build the rgest library in the world in Artica," Jon spoke more than usual, but he did it on purpose, while the group looked at him surprised by this.

  "You want to build the rgest library in the world?!" The maesters and Archmaesters excimed.

  "You want to educate the on people, what nonsense is this?!" The High Sparrow excimed almost horrified by Jon's words.

  "Should you be surprised? I've never hidden this, after all, just look at my as since Dorne," Jon mocked them.

  "This wildling..." The High Sparrow murmured and looked at Jon with a grim face. "You talk nonsehis is absurd!" He excimed.

  "It may be to your eyes, but not for Artica, we will have superior education," Jon spoke with a ral tone.

  "No one surpass the citadel!" A maester said from the group while Jon almost ughed at that.

  "My sister of 11 years has proven to be as smart or even smarter than your maesters... So I am very fident," Jon tinued speaking with the same smile.

  "That's a lie!" An archmaester snarled.

  "Please... let's calm our tempers..." Archmaester Vorian spoke, but the group, although silent, looked at Jon like someohey wao kill.

  The head of the citadel then tinued, "We are very ied in Artica, so we want to iate with you..." he began and Jon raised an eyebrow at him.

  "So yoing to sell the books as Lord Hightower said?" Jon asked.

  "We will make some books avaible, if you are ied, we have these books to give you for free," the Archmaester spoke, and one of the maesters took some books from behind his cloak as he approached the table and pced the books with a scroll.

  "The Order of Maesters and the Faith of the Seven?" Jon ented, raising an eyebrow at the title of the books; these guys really knew how to make a joke.

  "If you want to knoe're showing this, read the scroll," the High Sparrow spoke in a tone as if he were talking to a subordinate, while Jon turo him with eyes gleaming with a dangerous hue, which seemed to affect the man for a split sed, but he quickly returo his normal posture, and Joo see what they wanted from him.

  'The stru of a citadel in Artica... as a missionary mission with hundreds of maesters to survey the location and learn about our nds... This is an excuse to steal our ideas and take our autonomy, they even want to send a master exclusively to stay with me and assist me in ruling the kingdom due to my age and having no heir yet.' Jon began to read the absurd demands they were making there, not even sidering that Seryna and Ygritte were the mothers of our children, and it didhere, for there was another demand, something even more serious.

  'They want to educate us with their true gods, want to indoate us to the Faith of the Seven and fet the old gods, treating us as heretics.' Jon thought and saw how the eyes of the High Sparrow and Archmaester Vorian gleamed at that moment, waiting for Jon's response.

  "Hahahahahahahahahaha!" Suddenly, Jon burst out ughing at that, it was the fu joke he had ever seen in his life, breaking even his kingly posture.

  "What are you ughing at, wildling king!?" The High Sparrow felt offended by that and demanded immediately. The group also looked at Jon with hostile eyes, while he ughed a bit more before calming down, with his guards watg every movement in the room.

  "Well, this certainly is funny. I came here to ask for books, and you e up with this joke..." Jon ented calmly.

  "You think we are joking?!" The High Sparrow excimed, pounding his fist oable while Jon stared at him with a small smile.

  "I think, you haven't even domihe North, whion remains indepe, and you simply think you'll trol Artica with your southern faith?" Jon raised an eyebrow.

  "Do not mock us, Arti king..." Archmaester Vorian spoke with a somber tone.

  "That's irely true..." Jon spoke again. "You mao build a sept in the heart of Winterfell with the fish that lives in the house of Stark," Jon mocked.

  "Listen here, wildling..." The High Sparrow began again with fury in his voice. "You better heed our demands, first you are surrounded and your men could fall at any moment, while the city is closed, and I doubt your men do anything before rehend you," he spoke as Jon stared at him.

  "You really ehe iation so quickly, I expected something more prolonged," Jon pined in a sarcastie.

  "Listen, king of Artica... you'd better reize your situation. We are demanding basic things, we want a citadel in your kingdom after getting to know you and assisting you. We want your people to renouheir faith and create septs in this kingdom, edug your people with the Faith of the Seven and not with books as you want," Archmaester Vorian spoke.

  "Do you really think you have the power for this?" Jon raised an eyebrow.

  "Listen here, wildling bastard. You are just a wildling from frozen nds, we trol the Seven Kingdoms, if you still want to iate with these nds, you better listen to us. We want our faith in Artica, I want you to renounce your current children and make them bastards, and marry a woman we demand!" he spoke, and Jon began to lose patieh this man, they really thought they could trol him and even demahat his children be bastards? Jon ged his opinion from the best joke he'd ever heard to the most absurd thing he'd ever heard in his life.

  "Do you really think we need you? I've already takehing I he Seven Kingdoms have nothing more to offer us, and I doubt you replicate our products," Jon mocked, aware that it was not in their io keep him alive, after all, they hated magid he was currently the most powerful magical for the world.

  "I ask you to resider, after all, rovide education and salvation for your people..." Archmaester Vorian spoke, and Jon shook his head, these people just wao rob him, a plete absurdity, he was no longer in the mood to ugh et angry, he just wao end this.

  "You know... you think you're in trol? Let's suppose, on a small ce, that you could kill me here..." Jon began in a ral but dangerous tone, "My wife carrying my child is hundreds of miles from here, she could simply return to Artica, you wouldn't be able to attack for a long time and I bet no one in the Seven Kingdoms would do that under your ditions, my son would grow up and he would burn this pce down in a few years," Jon mocked in the same tone.

  "Absurd!"

  "Just a wildling with delusions!"

  "Kill him!"

  "He is an enemy of the Seven, a demon!"

  Both the maesters and the septons began to shout at Jon.

  "What plete nonsense! Put him in a cage!! And kill the rest of his men!" The High Sparrow spoke fidently as if he had everything under trol. The royal guards were the first to react, drawing their eldeal swords while the enemies did likewise, and footsteps began to e from above, with archers preparing to position crossbows against them.

  "Don't harm the giants too much, I want to study them!" a maester immediately excimed, and Jon decided to end this.

  "You know you've made a mistake, right?" Jon suddenly said, while being surrounded, as the High Sparrow raised an eyebrow and Jon tinued with his most dangerous look. "You left me armed, did not give me bread and salt at the entrance, and you threatened me while you are within the reay sword," Jon said, and in the moment, he moved his arm like lightning, drawing his sword from his waist, and the High Sparrow could only move a few inches by reflex as his neck ierced by Dark Sister, spilling blood on his panions behind him.

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