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  Pessoa Thrid POV

  Westeros, 295 AC.

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  The people of the Reach tiheir m activities as usual sihe tour celebration began. The city was teeming with shops selling goods and wares, bards taking over the square, and a few men taking a spot in a small crowd discussing the test news.

  "I saw it, I swear. The man who ands those giants and rides monster wolves, he killed a knight effortlessly, sshing through his armor as if it were nothing!" He excimed to the crowd, standing atop a crate with a pot at his feet, colleg donations from those who liked his news.

  "That must be a lie!" A oner disbelieved his words.

  "It's true, you see for yourself with the nobles!" The speaker insisted, as he always infiltrated camps to gather information and make some money from the on folk, who loved to hear gossip about knights, dies, and great houses, like gossip among themselves.

  "I don't believe a savage defeat a knight of the realm!" Another excimed, the people having blind faith in their knights, so they didn't like what they were hearing.

  "You may find it absurd, but it's real, I saw it too!" Another oner spoke up. "And I wouldn't be so quick to call him that, have you seen his soldiers?"

  "It doesn't matter, they won't be able to do anything!" The first oner insisted mogly.

  "Did you fet they killed a knight, you idiot?" A woman mocked her fellow.

  As they argued this and other matters, the bards were also present, trying to gather every piece of o incorporate into their songs.

  Meanwhile, in the castle itself, the sound of metal rang out in the small courtyard as Jon and Garn tiheir duel, their swords g stantly, creating a deep metallic resohat to many present was a beautiful symphony. Servants and nobles alike were enthralled.

  Joe his unique swordsmanship style and physical advantage, held back against his oppo so as not to swiftly emerge victorious, not wanting to offend or humiliate the man before him, who so far had given Jon no reason for enmity. So, he kept pace with the fight.

  "Go, Garn!" Mace appeared at one of the windows beside his wife, watg the fight and hoping his son would emerge victorious.

  "It seems my grandson has found an oppo he ot defeat... the tales of the fight against the Red Viper seem to be true..." Olenna appeared beside him, walking slowly and the fight with i. Though not an expert in swordpy or any martial art, she was still a political master and that also meant reading people, so it was clear to her who was exerting effort and who was struggling.

  "Do you think Garn will lose, Mother?" Mace seemed shocked by this; he had great fiden his son after he won the melee.

  "Yes." She simply said, while Alerie Tyrell looked ed and her husband still stunned by his mother's clusion.

  Garn was well aware of this too but stood firm against Jon, trying to make Jon use everything he had against him. "Yhting style is truly admirable, King Arti," remarked Ser Garn, as Jo his footing, maintaining ban the fight.

  The swords exged blows for the 6 minutes, still w with precision as they circled each other, until Jon decided to end it, starting to advance against Garn with more speed and force. The knight struggled to keep up, feeling the pressure. He tried tain his bance, but Jon was already advang into one of the openings he created, hitting him with such for his sword that it went backward, he moved his sword and stopped, putting Darksister against his neck, leaving Garn staring at it, stunned.

  Jon withdrew the sword and simply smiled at him. "It was a good fight, Ser Garn. You are certainly one of the best I've fought ieros," he said, which was no lie; above him was only the Red Viper of Dorne since he fought below the Wall, his father was a great fighter, but Jon wasn't as strong back then when he fought him in the Winterfell godswood, so he didn't sider him until he had a rematch.

  "That...," Mace, from a distance, looked stu his son losing the fight, while Olenna just maintained a calm gaze at it, and silence fell over the whole pce.

  But this silence was soon broken by the first appuse, and her than Wils Tyrell himself, despite his younger brother's defeat, supported by leaning on his e, followed by the Heir of the Citadel Lord o him, while they were g, the whole area followed suit, satisfied after witnessing a small frontation.

  "I was lucky you didn't join the melee, King Arti... Otherwise, victory wouldn't have been mine," Garn spoke, even with a friendly and pyful tone.

  "It was a good fight, Larn. I'm sure we would have had a good bout on the occasion if that were the case," Jon praised him as well.

  "As expected..." Olenna spoke, snapping her son out of his daze.

  "That was because of the sword! We should have it in our possession!" He cluded.

  "You fool, as much as Valyrian steel may be superior, there was still Jon Arctic's great skill, and I've already told you we're not going to do that and try to seize the sword, don't be a fool with uests," she said in a dissatisfied tone.

  "But mother..."

  "No more." She said sharply as both her son and daughter-in-w shrank back. "Anyway, I'm leaving." She announced, starting to make her way out.

  "Where are you going, mother?" Mace asked curiously.

  "I'm going to see uests who are with your daughter and her friends. It's time to get to know them better." Olenna ented with a slight smile ahe premises.

  Ba the courtyard, Lord Hightoroached. "You fought very well. Now, I might borrow King Arti for a little spar," He also wao fight the Arti. Garn nodded, exiting the se, and the young Hightoroached Jon. "I hope you're not tired, King Arti, for another bout now, otherwise, I wait," he said.

  "No problem, we have ht here." Jon nodded.

  He khis man held disdain for him, but at least he olite outwardly. So, there was o show hostility to him either. They initiated a new spar as they got into position, just like Garn's fight.

  "Unfortunately, I don't have Vigih me, as it's in my father's possession, would love to fight you some other time using it," he said, after all, the Hightowers owheir own Valyrian steel sword too.

  "That sword is certainly famous in your house's history, would love to see it in a when you wield it." Jon spoke sincerely.

  "Yes, the's begin." He announced, and they advaowards each other in the moment.

  Jon didn't want to humiliate this maher, feeling his sword csh against his and seeing he would easily win, he wouldn't act against people who hadn't done anything to deserve it. So, he fought on equal terms with a Hightower, while holding ba the fight too, the csh between on steel and Valyrian steel sted until, at one point, Jon finally decided to ad immobilized him, putting his Valyrian steel sword back to the Citadel heir's neck after creating an opening.

  "That was really good. I bet there are still many nobles who would like to have a bout with King Arti," Garn approached, while the crowd had grown there.

  "That's odd, where are the young dies? My sister and her friends?" The Hightower sheathed his sword and asked, after all, his sister would love to watch the m fights iraining yard with her panions.

  "They're with my sister and our special guests," Wils ented, approag with his e.

  "I see," Hightower nodded.

  "Well, they've been chatting for a while, and we won't be seeing her arouoday, as I'm sure Queen Seryna and Lady Arya will have their hands full answering the women's questions." Wils ented with a slight smile, looking at Jon, who nodded.

  "It's all right, as long as they enjoy themselves," Jon shrugged.

  "I would like to see more fights, but I'm sure uest would prefer to have other matters to attend to. I also would like to give you a better tour of the castle," Wils spoke, reading Jon's expression a bit.

  "That's true," Jon admitted. "In fact, I'm here in the Reach for a special reason," Jon spoke.

  "A special reason?" Garn asked, raising an eyebrow.

  "Yes, as you know, my Kingdom lies north of the Wall, and I ck many of the resources I need for my people, and one of them is a specifiimal," Jon said, with a slight smile. He sidered the Reach the most crucial point in his journey since leaving Artica because this kingdom had a higher tration of things he needed in Artica.

  "And what would that be? I heard you bought many animals in Dorne, filling dozens of ships with them," Lord Hightower asked curiously, to pass on this information to his father.

  Jon looked at Wils and nodded. "Yes, that's true, I bought some. Many of the animals for breeding a distribution. However, Dorne ot offer a specifiimal, after all, we have no use for desert horses and camels," he said.

  "Horses? Do you wish to buy our horses?" Wils asked, a little surprised. Jon hadn't mentioned any of this yet, although a trade meeting would be expected soon since Jon bought so many animals, books, aals from Dorne as he traded his products a with a fair price.

  "Yes, I would like to see your breeds. After all, as a horse breeder, you must have many specific breeds, and I io spend a lot of money. Maybe half a million gold s," he ented, with a slight smile, leaving the three Laping at that.

  "500,000 gold dragons? Do you io spend that buying horses?" Garn ented, quite shocked.

  "Maybe more, depending on how I like your breeds and what you have to offer," Jon said with a slight smile. "If you'll permit me, my Lord," he turned back to Wils, "we could look at some of your stables right now." He wao take a look, explore the stables he had seen before more thhly.

  "Yes, of course. Let's leave our soldiers to train again, a's head there to show you around. We'll have plenty of time to see you fight in the ing days," Garn suggested, and Wils agreed with his brother, nodding as they returo the stables o the kennel, where they had left Jon's wolf before.

  Meanwhile, iyrells' personal garden, the girls seemed quite excited as they sat around that table after some servants brought teas for them.

  The women quickly turned back to Queen Seryna. "How beautiful you are! I've never seen a woman with such bright and clear eyes. Is it a characteristic of women from your nd? King Arti is really lucky to find someone so beautiful to be his wife," Lady Meredyth Oakheart ented, looking at Seryna with admiration.

  "But Lady Oakheart, King Arti is also so handsome, have you ever seen someone so beautiful...?" She said, pg her hand on her , fantasizing something, "How he have those unique aiful eyes? Have you seen his eyes?" Desmera Redwyne said with a rather uone.

  "How they be so forward about Jon?" Arya murmured quietly, listening to those Ladies talking about Jon as if they wanted a piece of him.

  Another young dy spoke with a smile to Seryna. "Certainly, your son will be very handsome," she said, but not specifying the gender.

  "It's a boy," Seryna decided to ent. Despite the barrage of ents about her and her life with her husband, it seemed she uood that these southerners liked to gossip a lot.

  "Really? If it's a boy, thehe heir," Lady Alyce Hightgested.

  "Perhaps, we haven't decided that yet," Seryna spoke holy. Jon had a different idea of an heir for Artica than the southerners did with their children, but they would discuss that at aime.

  "And what will his name be?" Margarete asked curiously, looking at Seryna's belly.

  "It will be Jon," she said with a slight smile, toug her belly at that moment.

  "Jon?!" It was Arya herself who excimed, surprised by that, after all, she didn't know and found it quite funny with the name of Jon's first child, being Jon too.

  "The same name as the father? Well, that's not very unusual." Lady Leoe Fossoway also found this fact curious.

  "Many kings heir own sons after them, although they weren't always the heirs," Lady Alyce Hightower ented again, thinking of the historical data she had read, as a schor iown, she had an i in historical subjects.

  "But that's so cool! You're a queen, you have a rich kingdom from what I'm seeing, clothes, and many products, even giant ands. We've never seen anything like it," One of the other young dies, Lady Delena Florent, spoke animatedly as she drank her cup of tea, looking at Seryna with some admiration and a hint of jealousy. "You have such a galnt husband, and you're expeg his child. I'm so envious of you, Queen Seryna," she ily ented, while the other young dies seemed to agree.

  Seryna didn't know there was some disdain for her in some eyes there. After all, she didn't e from a noble family, no background that seems like a good reference base, but she was still beireated, most likely by a demand from Margaery or Olenna, probably from Olenna taery and from Margaery to the present women.

  But Seryna didn't care about these issues, and more importantly, Jon never cared about these thiher. He said he loved her regardless of her family background or even her being inally a giant. Jon always said that what mattered to them was the future they would build together with Artid their children.

  Perhaps they would have to break noses here and there, kill another, destroy one kingdom to another iure to establish their position, which was still too early to be solid in fn nds, but this was not the time. Jon always wao seek friendship above hostility, of course, he had limits, but he hadn't done anything with them that provoked his wrath to destroy cities of any kingdom, although Dorne had created ay that Jon would not visit the kingdom despite its iations being a success, they would always have a plicated retionship and could never be called allies beyond being trading partners.

  "Anyway, Lady Arya is also very beautiful. I didn't know the North could produce such beauty, as expected of one of the great Houses," Lady Elinor Beesbury ented with a polite tone, as if she were used to praising people to achieve things, she put her hand on her , looking at Arya, who was a bit silent the whole time.

  Arya, although she didn't find that envirohe most pleasant of all, she still knew how to behave like a true dy, after Jon made her learn all these things from Artica.

  "Thank you, Lady Elinor Beesbury," she ented, she had memorized the name of all the women there with just orodu and spoke with a respectful and femione. "I've been fortunate," she said politely.

  "I heard that Lady Sansa Stark, your older sister, is also a unique beauty," Margaery's cousin, Lady Mina Tyrell, ented curiously. "There was even some i from us to have her as the dy of Highgarden," she said.

  "Of Highgarden?" Lady Elinor Beesbury asked, surprised by that. "But I heard she has a great arrying Joffrey Baratheon himself, the heir of King Robert," she said.

  Seryna noticed how Margaery seemed a bit unfortable with that, despite the girl subtly shrinking, but she could see the signs, which made her uand a bit of the situation there.

  "Well, the future is hard to prove. Although we all know that King Robert is a great friend of Lord Stark's and that it's clear his desire to uhe two families..." Another young woman suggested.

  "Anyway, we're in the presence of a dy who is not only the younger sister of the Future Queen of the seven kingdoms but also sister of a King of another Kingdom. I'm sure many of our nobles will be sendiers to Winterfell with galnt marriages." Lady Tal Tarly said with a dreamy tone and a slight smile.

  "I hope not..." Arya grimaced hearing that until she received a touch from Seryna askio behave a little.

  Some women noticed that Arya didn't seem very excited about this fact, uhem who would love to be in a situatiohey had many handsome, strong, rich, and powerful suitors to marry.

  "I'm sure if your sister is as beautiful as you, the prince will certainly not deny your beauty," Lady Delena Florent spoke, and Margaery seemed a bit more unfortable with that, so much so that she became quite silent after this subject came up.

  'So she wants to be queen,' Seryna murmured internally, looking at Margaery's behavior. Despite this, she also saw her looking at her husband in a rather peculiar erhaps she projected the image of the prio Jon, but Artica was not a kingdom she inteo have. She had e to this clusion by seeing the woman known as the flower of Highgarden in silen her er, perhaps she had not yet been trained for it, after all, she was still young.

  "Anyway, I wonder where your husband is and if he's in the courtyard. We should be watg the boys fighting in the yard right now. However, let's tialking. I would like to know more about this Artica," Lady Highgarden suggested.

  "Yes, we do that tomorrow. I heard that Jon Artica is an excellent swordsman. I would like to see him in a fight against Larn, something that should be happening now in the courtyard, but we'll leave it for tomorrow," Another dy ented, unaware that Jon had already fought and won against Garn at this moment.

  The girls resumed their versation, and Seryna was bombarded with questions, along with Arya, as they wao uand more about her mysterious kingdom in those nds, with Seryna trying to keep things as discreet as possible.

  Meanwhile, in a nearby estate, someone opened a door. "My dy," a servant looked at the older woman and greeted her. "Do you need help?" he asked.

  "No, I may have reached a very old age, but I still join those young dies in the garden, they say you get younger when you're surrounded by beautiful dies," Olenna ented with a smile as she began to walk to the location. She would join the group.

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