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Pessoa Thrid POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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"So the prince of Westeros is present..." Jon ented while seated in his chair dealing with nobles when the news came with one of his men, inf him of the rge crowd at the castle's entrance.
"Uood... Let's wait to speak with him..." Jon ented.
The man from the North nodded and withdrew shortly thereafter, Jon tinued speaking with some nobles and spent some time with his family as it grew dark and watched his sister practig with a bow at the shooting range of the camp.
"Yetting good... I'm sure Ygritte would be proud..." Jon ented as he approached.
"Jon!" She greeted him, "You see, I didn't miss a single shot!" She excimed, pointing to the target board while having four arrows buried in the ter point.
"Good job, as expected of my little wolf." Jon said.
"I'm not a child anymore for you to call me that." Arya immediately pio Jon while he raised an eyebrow at her.
"I didn't know my little sister had grown to the point of no longer liking my ents..." Jon said with a smile while pretending to be offended.
"It's not that..." She murmured.
"And what would it be?" Jon raised an eyebrow.
"I..." Arya didn't know what to say.
"She means to say that childish niames do not make her a woman, Jon." Seryna's voice appeared beside them as she approached with a wolf beside her, "Our noblewomen from the Reach touched on the subject that they heard her brother, the Arctig, had a sweet niame and ughed a bit about her." Seryna ented and Jon was surprised by this while looking at his sister appearing more embarrassed.
"Wait, you care about the opinions of these southern women?" Jon was surprised by this.
"Of course not!" Arya protested.
"Jon, you have to stop calling your sister like that, anywhere she be a subject of ughter." Seryna warned severely.
"Hm? I don't see anything bad, she's 11 years old..." Jon murmured.
"Jon, she's almost being a woman, don't fet that in our world, a woman marries at 15... you should know this." Seryna warned and Jon ended up scratg his head at this.
"I guess you're right..." Jon scratched his head, though it would be sad to stop calling his little sister by that affeate niame he even used in Winterfell, but he uood very well that this could embarrass his sister ter.
"Thank you..." Arya said. It seemed that his sister was growing up and he had to respect that.
"Anyway, let's eat. After all, I want to go to bed early to meet the prince of Westeros tomorrow." Jon said.
"The archery tour starts in 2 days, you put me in it, right?" Arya suddenly asked.
"I'll see..." Jon said.
Then they headed to the mai, had their meal as usual, ao rest after a bath. Jon couldn't sleep as he phat night while his wife rode him wanting him to please her, but being careful with her pregnancy.
The day he got up in a robe as one of his guards called him from the entrand he had already seen Garn waiting at the entrao escort him to the castle.
"So early?" Jon asked.
"Sorry about that, it's just that Prince Renly Baratheon is eager to see you, Arctig." Garn ented and Jon nodded, but shrugged.
"That's fine, but I will first eat with my family." Jon said without w about Garn frowning or the opinion of the Prince of this kingdom, as long as he first had his meal with his family and men, one of the few moments they were together.
Jon took half an hour to be satisfied after going to the tent with his wife and ing back with Arya riding her wolf for them to depart for the Castle.
"Let's go, Garn. Don't look at me like that, you know you ever interfere with a man's first meal." Jon spoke with a smile while Garn was embarrassed, not wanting to disagree.
"Hey, Jon! Are you going to see the flain?!" Tormund approached Jon yelling as sdalous as always.
"Tormund..." Jon looked at him for a moment and thought of something that would be quite iing to have by his side, after all, he had already seen the prihrough his eyes in the sky. There was a royal guard beside Renly who seemed not to like him much, and he knew someone who could very well hahis man.
Jon had also easily discovered that Renly and Loras Tyrell were lovers and did not o see them in a room to find this out, just how they looked at each other, not that it mattered, but he had this iing information.
"Hey, why don't you e with us?" Jon suddenly asked.
"To go to the castle of flowers?" Tormund was surprised by this. "Sure, why not, I want to see what these flowers are made of!" Tormund shouted.
He quickly grabbed a horse and mounted, while Garn frowned, knowing how rude this man was after his steward had ented about him.
Then they headed straight to the castle, and it did not take long to arrive after passing through a crowd.
Passing through the gate, they met the usual members, Wils and Margaery to greet them, but there was also Renly Baratheon himself o a white cloak and Loras Tyrell, while there was a rge public to watch the presentation with i.
Jon looked frightened along with Arya as they rode their wolves, while the other Tyrells were already aced to it. Jon dismounted from his wolf and waited for his wife and sister to be on the ground before approag with Garn.
"You made the prince wait half an hour!" A voice emerged there before Jon could greet his hosts and it was her than the White Cloak.
"..." The pce fell silent for a while as Renly seemed to disapprove of his words with a look he gave his guard.
Jon was going to respond to him, just like his royal guards with a tone of respect, but then a new voice came from one of the meo the Arctic royal guards. "Look, the white flower knows how to speak!" Tormund excimed mogly leaving everyounned, after all, a white cloak was a respected knight everywhere ieros, and Tormund had even fused him with a Tyrell.
"What did you say?" The white cloak immediately was taken abad demahat.
"I'm saying the white flower knows how to speak, are you deaf?" Tormund demanded again, while Jon's royal guards began to ugh, even those who thought Tormund talked too much.
"How dare you speak to me like that, wildling?" The knight shouted and before he could react, Jon had his sword poi his neck.
"Dare to speak of my men like that again... And I will cut your throat. Whether you're a royal guard or a white flower as my own man called you." Jon said with a threatening tone while the whole pce fell into a stunning silence.
Jon had no reason to act like this with the Tyrells, despite the pranks of Olenna, he could not have done anything with her, however, that ges when someone is openly provoking him, then he will act as such.
Threatening a royal guard was like threatening the king of Westeros, this made everyone immediately break the silence as all the swords of the Tyrell soldiers began to be drawn from their sheaths while his royal guards did the same, drawing their Eldeal swords and dismounting from their horse to protect the queen and Arya, while the wolves began to growl.
"The situation is getting out of trol." Olenna on her baly, frow this, surprised by the hostility Jon might act while her Wargs were already aware of the whole situation, if the first drop of blood were to run there, both the soldiers of the camp and the entire fleet would act.
Renly was eager to meet the Arctic Lord and with the advice of his royal guard and Loras, he decided to demand his presence so early, but, however, he was only informed of his departure from the camp half an hour ter.
What he did not expect was the start of a flict at this pce, while the very sword of Valyrian steel was just a few dozeimeters from his neck. Even swallowing dryly, he could not help but be ented by the on that gracefully reflected the m sun. If he said he was not fasated by that magical on, he would be lying.
However, he had to resolve the situation quickly before his entire diplomatic mission turned into a bloody bath in this pce. Meanwhile, Loras also drew his sword and tried to push the prince back, to staween him and Jon, who was clearly a threat. Even outnumbered, the soldiers still stood firm, waiting for any movement from the enemy or the order from their king.
"This is what I'm talking about!" The only one more excited among all was Tormund, who shouted while pointing his axe upwards. Meanwhile, the very royal guard of Westeros, was stunned with the bde pressed against his neck, toug his skin and slowly tearing it, showing that any movement would have Jon pierce his neck.
"I see that threatening a royal guard seems a great insult to everyone here..." Jon began. "However, you insulted me and my men with no respect. Do you think I care if you are a royal guard? Doubt that I could slit your throat? Just say the word and I will stain this ground with your blood." Jon threatened him, looking into the eyes of the man who seemed to have a glint of fear between them for Jon. Sihis man did not imagine his situation would end like this.
"Wait!" Renly Baratheon broke that silenot letting Loras push while he approached Jon. "I ask for fiveness for this man, it was not his iion to offend you. King of Artia, we may have started on the wrong foot, but I ask that you fet this a us talk, I am sure that a versatioween us will be better than a shedding of blood." Renly quickly pleaded with Jon.
Jon stopped looking at the royal guard to look at the prince of Westeros, he seemed to be someone unicative, but Jon noticed that his speech was so gentle... But still, he decided to greet him. "Hello, Royal Prince, Renly Baratheon" Joed him, still keeping the sword on his royal guard, while everyoill remaiense, w what would happen.
"We talk peacefully as long as this man is not present, otherwise, I will turn my bad we will no loalk, even if this insults your house." Jon said, leaving the priunned by this.
The royal guard tried to excim, but felt pressure on his neck again as a thread of blood emerged. "You don't uand, Ser. I don't care if you are a royal guard, as long as you have no respey men. You will not have my resped, believe me, people who don't have my respect, tend to die or e very close to it..." Jon spoke calmly.
"Wait, King of Artia... I apologize for your situation. I will ply with your demand," Renly spoke. "It was not my iion for things to get to this point. I will ask him to withdraw." He really did not want to lose the opportunity to meet Jon because of the arrogance of his royal guard.
Meanwhile, Ser Boros, looked stu his prinot imagining that he could simply be dismissed by the order of a wildling from the north. "My prince... you ot be serious..." He said with some difficulty while his neck was being pressed.
"Enough, you've caused enough trouble. Your dislike for our fs is causing us problems, so please, retire, Ser Boros," Renly spoke sternly, as the man basically had to obey, moving out of the bde's read starting to walk the opposite way. Jo him go and did not insist on it. The man himself spat on the ground, looked at the other Artis with disdain, and began to leave.
"What? The white flower is already leaving?!" Tormund excimed, mog.
That was the st straw for Ser. Boros, as he drew his sword and looked towards that redhead. "You dare mock me, wildling, e here and fight then," He excimed challenging Tormund.
The pce fell silent as Jon had already sheathed Darksister, but what left everyone even more stunned was Tormund's cry of joy at the challenge. "Hahaha. Finally some a after all this boredom!!" He excimed holding his axe and began walking towards the soldier beside the group.
Nobles began to gossip, while the soldiers were teh a potential flict, and the dies looked shocked and screamed in fear. Ser Boros, although a bit surprised at first, quickly narrowed his eyes. "At least, I'll kill one of these wildlings and show that one should not mock the royal guard." He murmured.
Tormund simply approached the man and raised his axe to strike without wasting any more time. As it came down, the bde of the eldeal axe quickly cshed against the polished metal of the royal guard.
An explosive sound occurred, with everyone surprised, but no one making any move to stop them. After all, it seemed like a fair fight. Everyone around watched ily. People quickly gathered around, hoping the royal guard could defeat this man from the north, as the reputation of the royal guards made everyone believe they could overe all their adversaries, even Jon Artica who had already earned his reputation in this castle for being ued; no one could say he would be better than the 7 white cloaks.
The bdes exged, and everyone was surprised when a man from those nds mao fend off the royal guard with his strikes. After all, he did not open any gaps against the wild man, and the fight tinued, axe against sword for a while, until Tormund seemed to ugh at him, mog while the man grew more enraged. "e on, White Flower, is that all you do? You southerners are so weak," he said while parrying the sword. "This is b."
The man, already infuriated, began to attack irrationally. This created an opening for Tormund to strike so hard that the man's sword flew backwards, slipping from his hand. "You lost your stick?!" Tormund excimed with a smile.
"Go Tormund!" Arya shouted to the man.
Ser Boros seemed out of options, and while Tormund simply dropped his axe and puhe man in the face before he could react. Everyone was shocked by this. Tormund immediately fell on him, pung his face several times nonstop, while the man was smeared with blood.
"Stop, Tormund!" Jon demanded, as everyone was ready to advand stop his man from beating the royal guard.
The northern man stood up, with a smile, while the royal guard had his white cloak stained with blood and his face was just a bloody mess, it's very likely that his teeth had been broken along with his nose while one of his eyes was swollen.
"It seems your royal guards are not as good as the rumors suggest..." Jon broke the silence while everyone couldn't believe what they were seeing, and he tinued looking at a speechless Renly. "Anyway, it seems yuard won't be able to apany us for a while," Jon said, with a small smile at him.
"So, do you think this giant 't beat a white flower?" Tormund shouted to the Arti royal guards, shaking his head with sdal, but with a satisfied smile on their faces.
"How do you still want to iate today, Prince Renly?" Jon spoke, breaking the silence as the Tyrell meo examihe fallen guard.
Renly swallowed hard. He tried to maintain posure, after all, he hought he would be going through such a thing. "No, King Artio, we still have our versation. I apologize for everything that happened," he spoke galntly, though still stunned, but tried to maintain posure.
"Great," Jon said, raising his hand while the man began to do the same. "Now, let me introduce: my wife and my sister." Jon introduced while the group watched cautiously at the side, while several members still looked stunned by the se of the royal guard being carried away.
Wils finally came out of his daze as well. He tried to trol the situation. 'Well, I guess ut all ons down, right?' he spoke as all his men began to sheathe their ons. The same could be done by the Arti royal guards. He was forced to sigh and saw that his sister was still frightened, but the same could not be said of Seryna and Arya.
"Well, I will let my sister take care of your wife and sister again, while I will apany you along with the prind my younger brothers," Wils spoke, and Jon nodded as they began to move, with his Arti royal guards keeping watch, atteo every royal member's movements.
Jon apanied Wils, Loras, Garn, and Prince Renly to a suitable pce for them to talk, while in the background, Tormund tinued boasting behind them, as the Tyrell soldiers didn't know what to do about that rude man.
Meanwhile, Jon had the impression that he could very well deal with this prince; he seemed quite receptive and was curious about what the capital and the King thought of him, even though he had some spies in King's Landing.
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