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Pessoa Thrid POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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Jouro his camp after the ba while the party tinued a little ter with the nobles getting more drunk.
The day he woke up and had the first meal with his group in the mai.
"Jon!!" Arya approached him excitedly as she sat o him. "I'm going to participate in the archery tour!" She excimed, finally having the ce to celebrate with him.
"What, the little one is going to participate iour?!" A dwarf stood up from his ben the hall, asking loudly, which seemed to have caught everyone's attention.
"Yes, Jon got me into the tour!" She pined.
"Hahaha! That's very good!" The dwarf raised his mead mug, something he used to drink all day long.
"Arya!" A giant sitting nearby also said in a deep tone, cheering for Arya.
People seemed excited ient about the ce of Arya participating in this tour.
"They seem excited..." Serena said beside Jon.
"Yes..." Jon grumbled and picked up his cup in front of him while Arya looked quite happy with the attention she was receiving and raised her cup up.
Everyoiced this and started to calm down as their king asked for their attention. When things finally settled, Jon decided to speak.
"Now that you know we have Arya to participate, I add one more archer from Artica to the tour since if they let us participate freely, we would fill the tour with Artis and not give the southerners any ce to t iour." Jon said as a wave of ughter souhrough the area.
"So let's be fair too, all those who want to participate iour, let's have a small tour among our best archers present and the one who wins will be the archer who will represent Artica." Jon said while everyone nodded.
" I participate?!" One of the giants spoke, and Jon looked at him, uanding why he asked. After all, this giant ecialist in long-distanbat. It was this giant who shot the indiary arrow at a group of thousands of wights many years ago while they were returning from Winterfell. "Stone, giants ot participate... But we will have a much bigger tour in Artica as soon as we return." Jon spoke calmly while the giant looked a little sad but nodded as another patted him on the back to support him.
Since giants could not participate and dwarves were not particurly fond of archery, despite having their own le ons, only humans would participate while the group o that, with some ied in participating.
"What a drag, archery seems b, would they accept ahrower?" Tormund raised his voice while some ughed at his question.
"Do you only serve to throw axes, Tormund? Maybe they will accept it if you throw an axe as far as an arrow!" the dwarf excimed, ughing loudly.
Tormund looked at the dwarf with a mog smile. "Ah, and what do you know about throwing, little man? I bet you barely throw a stone!"
"A stone? I've thrown a mead jug off a man's head twenty meters away and hit a target smaller than yo!" the dwarf replied, banging his mug oable while some ughed at that.
"Twenty meters? Hah! I threw an axe from the top of the Wall of Artid hit a running wight!" Tormund replied, crossing his arms.
"Well, that may be true, but I doubt you hit the target after drinking as much as I do!" the dwarf responded, raising his mug in challenge.
"Let's make a deal, little friend," Tormund said, leaning in. "After the archery tour, we'll have our own tour. You with ys ah my axes. The loser buys the drinks for the entire night, and it has to be ours; southerners don't know how to make good alcohol!"
The dwarf smiled, accepting the challeh a nod. "Done, big guy. I hope you have a lot of gold because you'll o buy many rounds!"
"Let's settle down, everyone," Jon finally said, interrupting the discussion while everyone paused to listen to him. "We will have our small touroday sihe official tour will be tomorrow, so be prepared after the midday meal."
He spoke while his group hey tinued breakfast after that, and Jo for a walk around the camp with his wife. He did not go to Highgarden because he wao stay with his people.
Arya tiraining, more tharying to prove her skills iour, the first official one she would participate in her life. He ended up spending the rest of the m with the two wolves while calling his birds to spend some time with them after being so busy for many days.
"Beautiful as always," Jon said to Phaenix and Bleufire, nding on his arm without hurting him.
"…" Jon did not respond while he petted their heads to avoid stating the obvious.
"Thinking about bonding your children with our child," Jon said, hoping they would also have their own bonds, expeg them to i a rge part of their powers, although he believed they couldn't do that with everyone. After all, Jon received direct powers from the gods, but if they had just a little bit of them, they would do very well.
"Another one?" Serena couldn't help but smile at this. "You already io bond them with a pack of wolves as soon as they are born. What's , a dragon?" She joked.
"I haven't found any eggs to do that yet, but of course I will bond them with dragons. Eragon 't be lonely forever, he?" Jon said, still looking at his eagles.
After that, they returo the tent for their midday meal, and the camp set up the small tour with some Artis participating, wanting to represent Arti the tour.
The petition was quite simple, while a soldier, who was not among the royals, ended up winning the test.
"You mao win, Eldric," Jon praised him. Eldric was a man who grew up in the northern forests, the son of a hunter and a healer from his tribe. From a young age, he learhe art of hunting and survival before joining Artica at the age of 21, showing great talent and learning quickly. In a few years, he became an excellent archer. No one was very surprised that he was the champion among the entire camp.
"Thank you, my king. I will bring victory over the southerners!" He affirmed, raising his bow, and Jon nodded.
"That's good. It's getting dark, let's have a feast and prepare for tomorrow," Jon announced as they prepared everything for the party.
While the camp held their festivities, drawing attention as the dwarves made hat even their neighbors could hear, in the castle, Renly was sitting on the baly drinking wine.
"You see, they know how to have fun," an elderly voice said beside him, and Renly looked at Olenna sipping tea in the evening breeze while many bas were happening in various camps outside the castle walls. They even celed the castle's bao save it for tomorrow after the tour.
"Yes... what strange people... My brother would surely love to be there," Renly admitted.
"Even though that boy offended him years ago with the royal decree story?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"My brother doesn't stay angry at a Stark for long. You know he is soft with that family..." Renly said.
"I highly doubt he would do that if he really knew..." She murmured softly so Renly couldn't hear. She sighed and spoke loudly again, "So, you put my grandson in for that sword?" Olenna questioned.
"That sword will be mine. You will see," he said fidently.
"Have you seen him hold a bde? If he does half of what he's capable of with a sword in a joust, you'll have to give a rge amount of nd to that boy. Stannis will not be happy with that," she ented with a smile.
"I still have fiden yrandson that he win against Jon Artica. Besides, my brother has nothing to do with the Stormnds; I have the nds by right that my brother, the king, granted me," Renly said.
"Alright, just don't speak so loudly. Haven't you heard the rumors of Jon Artica being able to enter animals and spy on us and trol them?" She said, waiting to hear what he thought about that.
"Another nonsense, no one does that, Olenna." He spoke, and she shook her head discreetly, quite disappointed.
"Do you think he will be an ally? You almost created a war for us. And he is right, if they indicated an attack, we could not gather the men of the realm before he could bring down Highgarden..." She admitted.
"Perhaps I was wrong and thought I could py with him, but he proved more dangerous than I thought. Besides, he be a future ally; after all, a friend with great friends has great power. Even if I lose my nds, I still gain his friendship more easily." He said and looked at Olenna. "Perhaps this will greatly facilitate the ces of yranddaughter being queen by my side."
"..." She did not respond immediately, sippiea calmly until she finished. "I hope so..." She replied, looking towards the noisier camp with a huge bonfire.
The dawn light finally arrived as the camps began to wake up for the great day of the archery tour. Everyone seemed to start their day like any other, but there was a great tration of people gathering in the middle of the tents where the small tour arena was, with Tyrell men anizing the pce for the day's celebration.
Johe m as he did the day before, eating with his family and people, talking with them and anizing who would stay as camp guards while part of the group went to the tour.
Iernoon, people began to head to the location, which filled up every moment for the start, which was to begin shortly. The pce acked with nobles, oners, and bards seeking inspiration for new songs.
"Let's go," Jon said as he rode a horse, not wanting to ehe crowd with the wolf, which would not end well. His group soon followed, with fiants apanying them, making people not want to have problems with him.
They passed through the tents of other nobles, who stepped back, seeing the giants who had put on their armain, making the ground shake with their steps.
Renly was excited for this event. Although archery is not the most popur event ieros, it would still be iing. "Has my guest not arrived yet?" He asked the Renly family gathered in the main podium as he looked at the podium reserved for Jon.
"We have sent some servants to inform them, my prince," Wils replied.
"Don't worry, he has just arrived," Olenna responded calmly as a huge upran at the arerance, with people running away, fleeing from someone arriving. Soon all the nobles iands looked stu the giants arriving, standing out ii group led by Jon.
Entering the tour grounds and heading to where the Tyrell servant had indicated before leaving the camp.
"They know how to draw attention..." Garn couldn't help but ent, looking at those giants as he always did, w how he could defeat such a thing alone.
They tinued as Arya returo Jon. "The ay iands, the main nobles in exclusive podiums with roofs to protect them from the sun, and the oners stay in the middle of the field..." Arya observed.
"Yes, that's how southern nobility works..." Jon said as she nodded.
"King Arti, you enter... but I don't think those giants join you..." A servant anizing the seats returo Jon.
"That's fine... They will stay beside the podium," Jon said, as there ace between the podium and the stands where his group could stay.
"Good thing we brought drinks!" A dwarf excimed as the nobles looked strangely at them, carrying drinks, and with the giants, no one would try to approach the group.
Joo the podium and sat o the prince of Westeros. "It's good to see you, Prince Renly," Jon said as Renly smiled.
"Likewise, I hope to see your two representatives making history," he said.
"They will," Jon said fidently as Seryna sat o him, and Arya remaianding, not joining them due to her participation iour.
"Hm? Are you that fident? How about a bet, 1000 gold s if your sister and your champion lose." He said, not really believing that Arya could stand out, so he focused on the man Jon had chosen to represent him.
1000 gold s caught the attention of many people there, who looked at the versation with i, waiting to see Jon Artica's response.
"1000 s... How about 10,000 s?" Jon raised his bet tenfold, while Renly was a little discerted by this.
"10,000 s..." People seemed to gasp at this; it was a very rge amount.
Jon saw that Renly was still a bit stunned and decided to increase his ces even more. "How about this, Prince Renly, if my man wins the tour, you will give me 10,000 s, and if he loses, I will give you 100,000 gold dragons, how about that?" Jon spoke loudly enough for everyone in the nearby podiums to hear, while some people iands also seemed stunned by that.
The Hightower and Redwyne families looked at Jon with wide eyes at su unfair bet. "Hahahahahaha" Someoarted ughing amidst the brief silence, and Olenna couldn't help but find it amusing.
"This is really iing, so you have that much fiden your man. The Tyrell family will give you 10,000 gold s if your champion wins the tour." Olenna spoke while Mace stood there with his mouth open, seeing his mother make such a bet.
"Alright, I am so fident that I will give 100,000 gold s to each of you two if I lose." Jon responded while Seryna didn't seem to care much, but her husband seemed to be enjoying this.
"Quick, quick, write this down!" A bard shouted to another with a paper, as this bet would make a good song to eain all those nobles who looked at Jon, w if he crapped gold or something.
"Well... this is really ued." Olenna, who had her fidence, had to lose her posure a bit with Jon 200,000 gold s in a bet while her family looked at Jon as if he had grown a new head.
"1000 gold s..." Renly, who had remained silent, looked at Jon. "Alright, if you are so fident, I will give 10,000 gold s!" He excimed.
"Partits of the tour!" A herald began to call iands for the people who would py. Everyone had their own bow. Jon asked them not to use Weirwood bows as it could be cimed they had superior ons, so they took their regur bows.
"I will win!" Arya excimed and poi Renly. "You better get the money ready!" She decred, and although many expected the prio be offended by this, he ughed.
"Hahahaha. I look forward to seeing that, Lady Stark, let's see your performahen!" He said as Arya began to desd from the podium and joihe other petitors, with Eldric keeping her safe from anyone who might bother her.
Not that anyone would mess with a legitimate daughter of a high noble of Westeros, but there was still mockery, having a child peting among them. The tour en to anyone who could pay the entry fee, although the Artis could only have two partits because they didn't belong to this kingdom, not that Jon was worried about that, as he could still showcase the glory of his realm.
The space was huge, with targets that could be moved at various distances, starting the tour with the closest and increasing the distance as more and more people were eliminated until only the st one remained.
People were gettied while Renly asked for wine and talked to Loras. The nobles, dressed in their fine clothes, versed among themselves in the reserved areas, watg the preparations and pg bets on who would wiour, w if Jon would leave 200,000 s poorer.
Among the oners, the atmosphere was one of pure celebration. They crowded in the open areas, eating caramel apples and drinking whatever they had in their hands, cheering and shouting in anticipation of the event.
The Artis were not left behind, as the dwarves distributed all kinds of expensive drinks among them. The bards were scattered throughout the arena, trying to earn some s, especially from the nobles.
A bard approached Jon's podium. "King of Artica, it is a pleasure to meet you. Could you listen to a song?" He asked, catg Jon's attention while the judges were examining the petitors' bows.
"Yes." Jon nodded, curious to know what a bard from Westeros would sing for him.
"You know, I met you a long time ago, and you caught my attention from that day. Every story about you, I always listened carefully, so it is an honor to meet you. Let me start my song, ohat I learned many years ago!" He said and began to py his lute.
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North of Torrhen's Square,Where winter makes everyone endure.A small family lived,With their harvest, so pure,They still had hope in life.
An ued situation, one day,A lost child, with mastery.His appearanted, magical eyes,Green charm, impl Gods' blessing, mesmerized.The boy iated for a map,With eyes turned north, in a trade that shook.A pact made between the families,With hands in the earth, a harvest would start,Green and vast, rger than rumored.
Ow! Little Jon!With a hand in the earth, wealth would e!Ow! Little Jon!Even before the situation, eagle eyes saw him as a fme in the dark!Ow! Little Jon!With his small stature, nothing stopped him!Ow! Little Jon!With ce and effort, he protected those he loved!Ow! Little Jon!With a bow, wrongdoers wept.Ow! Little Jon!Blessed with horse, eagle, and giant wolves, his cws haunted,His legend made any bandit tremble in their pants!Ow! Little Jon...
With great surprise,The farm celebrated.But faced with abundance,Danger appeared, a disaster.When the boy showed his swordsmanship,His eagle screamed, threats approached.Jon was frightened by something so horrible,Thus was bortle of 12 bandits, 5 farmers, and a boy.
The boy was scared,While farmers asked him to flee,But Jon refused to depart.With a horse,To the east, he moved,Farmers hoped that, iure, it would be said that the boy survived.
12 bandits iasy,With the farm in sight, they ran.Fag fatally trembling farmers,The leader of the bandits smiled wickedly.12 horses trotted toward the farm in a singur mahe ground feared as farmers sweated, fearing for their home.
But not all was lost,In the face of danger, something happehe euphoria of the bandits ceased,Their horses fell to the ground, surprised.
Iuation,All stunned, without rea!A horse's ugh echoed,And a boy at the feet, revealed himself.With eyes near death, they annourength and magially unveiled!
Ow! Little Jon!With a hand in the earth, wealth would e!Ow! Little Jon!Even before the situation, eagle eyes saw him as a fme in the dark!Ow! Little Jon!With his small stature, nothing stopped him!Ow! Little Jon!With ce and effort, he protected those he loved!Ow! Little Jon!With a bow, wrongdoers wept.Ow! Little Jon!Blessed with horse, eagle, and giant wolves, his cws haunted,His legend made any bandit tremble in their pants!Ow! Little Jon...
With 3 bandits out of the fight, now 9 remaihey showed themselves enraged,With Joermination and mind they strained.Grabbing his bow,He would show with mastery that he could hahe bandits attacked in fury,But an arrow interrupted them with bravery.
At 80 meters away,An 8-nameday-old boy would cause nausea.For, even a boy, he hit the first one who deserved.Scared, the anger tinued,But the boy did not stop.
With arrows he unched,2 more, he hit precisely.Attag another 1, his arrows ran out,In danger, his animals helped him.
His eagle saved him from death,And his horse led the bandit to fate.Without energy, the boy stood,But seeing his friends in danger, he did not stop.
With his horse, he mounted,Seeing distracted enemies, he trotted.In a leap, with his little sword, another, he killed.Without energy, his end was certain,But the magnitude of the giant wolf, from the a legends of the North, revived, clever.
Ow! Little Jon!With a hand in the earth, wealth would e!Ow! Little Jon!Even before the situation, eagle eyes saw him as a fme in the dark!Ow! Little Jon!With his small stature, nothing stopped him!Ow! Little Jon!With ce and effort, he protected those he loved!Ow! Little Jon!With a bow, wrongdoers wept.Ow! Little Jon!Blessed with horse, eagle, and giant wolves, his cws haunted,His legend made any bandit tremble in their pants!Ow! Little Jon...
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The pce became quite silent as Jon looked at him surprised, the song he hadn't heard sihe FrostRoar square more than six years ago.
Margaery, who loved this song when she was little, looked at Jon with admiration in her eyes. Even Loras admitted that he loved this song when he was younger with his sister.
"This is ued," Jon said. "Give him a thousand gold s for doing this." Jon requested while the nobles were shocked at Jon giving so much money for a song.
"Thank you very much!!" The bard was extremely shocked by this, while accepting the money.
Jon nodded and turo a royal guard, "Don't let anyone else get close; I don't want a bunch of bards here asking for more money." Jon warned and watched the man leaving with all that money after an Arti tossed the sack of s. "Also, keep an eye on him; I feel something is wrong with him, and I don't want him to die from people trying to rob him. When that happens... bring him to the camp." Jon warned, and his royal guard spoke to someone else who called for anuard, and the two followed the man.
"Ladies alemen!" The herald called again, while everyone paid attention to him, ending all their versations.
"All the petitors are ready, so let's start the tour. I hope you enjoy and are satisfied with our champions!" He excimed while the group of archers began to step forward with their bows in hand and arrows in their quivers. The first targets appeared at 20 meters.
Among them, Eldric had a puffed chest and a fident look. The smallest person among them, looking like a dwarf, Arya was there in the middle with a fearless posture, ready to aim her bow and easily hit the target.
"Go Arya!"
"Go little one!"
"ARYA!"
The Artis soon took over the sound of the stands as men, dwarves, and even giants cheered for the 11-year-old Arya Stark.
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