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  Pessoa Thrid POV

  Westeros, 295 AC.

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  The people were in plete silence as the white arrow embedded itself iarget's ter from 125 meters away, with the archers standing so far apart they seemed like ants. The white arrow still wobbled from the impad spun several times before finally ing to a stop, firmly fixed in pce, while the oppo's arrow y on the ground.

  "Haha. As expected, Eldric! Beautiful shot." The pce was silent as the Herald was still processing what was happening. The one who broke this silence a moment ter was Jon's own voice, den with magic, resonating throughout the pce as he spoke normally, startling many unsuspeg people with his deep tone.

  "..." The herald himself gave a little jump as he realized his own silend turned back to the pletely mute audieo annouhe victory.

  "As you see, the victory belongs to the archer of Artica, Eldric, who scored with a shot from 125 meters, a shot that few people in the history of this ti have mao make, so let's give our gratutions to today's champion, Eldric of Artica!!" He excimed, raising his arms in a theatrical manner, whiapped everyo of their daze and prompted them to start g.

  "Very good! Eldric!" Arya shouted excitedly, and all the Artis did the same.

  "Hahaha, very good man, you showed them what Artica is made of!" A dwarf shouted.

  "Eldric!" Stone spoke the name as his way of gratuting.

  "Hahaha, very good! But I would have doer with my axe!" Tormund shouted while holding a bottle of mead.

  "You red-haired idiot, would you really have hit the first target in the preliminaries?" A dwarf mocked.

  "Don't doubt me, dwarf. I am the king of the axe!" Tormund spoke drunkenly before a dwarf threw a jug of beer at him.

  "Do you see this, Prince Renly... It seems I've won a few thousand gold s." Luffy grinned as he turned his attention back to the man, who looked at him with a forced smile, realizing he was losing mo that moment.

  "It was a fantastic archer, King of Artica. I'm impressed, and our bet was worth it, but it's not just me you've won against, right Olenna?" He turned his attention to the Tyrell family beside him.

  "Well, this old woman 't wiime. It seems uests proved why there was so much fiden their archer." She ented while her family just listened in sile wasn't as if 10 gold s made much difference, so Olenna just ughed softly.

  The nobles around the pce cpped, reizing the Arti archer's skills, who proved worthy of being champion with his arrow still embedded iarget. The oners were even more excited as they seemed to celebrate, with the bards already preparing songs about this exg tour and the bet the King of Artica had made with Prince Renly and the Tyrell house.

  "Eldric of Artica!"

  "Eldric of Artica!"

  "Eldric of Artica!"

  "Eldric of Artica!"

  "Eldric of Artica!"

  People began ting, the crowd calling out only one that moment. "You did it, boy, gratutions on the shot." The judge beside Eldric praised him, and Eldriodded, satisfied.

  "You really proved it. I had never hit a target at 120 meters, but I wasn't lucky with the farthest one. I still wonder if you could keep hitting the targets at this pace..." Ser Oakheart spoke beside Eldriot failing to praise his splendid accurate shot.

  "Thank you, Ser. As for whether I could tinue... Maybe yes..." He replied with a smile, not directly firming it.

  "Anyway, a good game. I hope to see you at the baonight." He said, and Eldriodded, as he ractically the guest of honor, though he khat in games like these, champions were quickly fotten.

  The appuse finally began to die down as Eldric returo his group, who seemed more excited than anyone else.

  "Very well! You really showed them!" They shouted excitedly.

  "Yes..." He said auro Jon, kneeling. "My king, I dedicate this victory to the honor of Artica! As it should always be!" He said.

  "Your subject doesn't ko you?" Renly looked at this curiously, and thinking about it now, he had never seen any of the soldiers kneeling to Jon.

  "I do not demand that of them, Prince Renly." Jon smiled and tinued. "After all, I made a w that no one should ko anyone, not even their king." Jon spoke, drawing attention to his words from all the non-Artiobles.

  "The people of Artica are strong and hardy, they do not ko anyone, not even their king. For the King of Artica, respect is enough." Jon spoke in a serious tone.

  "Artica!"

  "Artica!"

  "Artica!"

  "Artica!"

  "Artica!"

  Amidst the on people's shouts calling Eldric, the Artis began to fervently shout, boosting their morale with the name of their kingdom.

  "Well... you are certainly unique, King of Artica. Will we see you at the ba?" Renly asked, after all, it was still mid-afternoon, around 2 PM, sihe tour sted about 3 hours.

  "Do you think my champion won't be there?" Jon said with a small smile.

  "That's great, I look forward to seeing you tonight then." Renly said, and Jon nodded.

  Renly began to rise with Loras following him. "Then I'll be off, I'll be in my room until the ba." He said as he left, after saying goodbye to the Tyrell family.

  "Let's go as well, this tour was much better than expected, but we better prepare for the baoo." Olenna instructed her grandchildren...

  "But mother..." Mace said, not wanting to leave this pce like that, after all, he was the honoree here, he should be the ter of attention, but that was stolen with the presence of both Jon and Renly with their bets or even Eldric himself who was on everyone's lips as the best archer many had ever seen.

  As the Tyrell family began to leave after Renly Baratheon, the great houses began to leave as well. "I would like everyone's attention!" Mace, being the only one present from his family, wao at least make a speech for the nobles and crowd.

  Even so, families like Hightower, Redwyne, and Tarly began to leave their podiums, seeing no more reason to stay there ao prepare for the ba, ign all of Mace Tyrell's words.

  "Father, that archer is really good, could I be like that too?" Di Tarly asked his father as the Tarly family began to leave the pce.

  "You will not be an archer, you will and the archers. Worry first about having petent men like that and having the capacity to lead them before trying to achieve such a shot." Randyll Tarly, the Lord of Horn Hill, spoke sternly. They were from a family of anders, not skilled archers. He spoke this way to Di because he trusted and pced all his hopes that he would lead the family after him.

  "But..." Di was about to speak, but was interrupted by his father with a raised hand to stop this subject.

  His gaze fell on his eldest son and current heir, Samwell, a chubby boy who noticed his father's gaze and shrank back, seeing Randyll Tarly looking at him with a glimmer of disappoi, even disgust and repulsion. Samwell knew his father had such thoughts about him and didn't know what to do, or was too cowardly to face him firmly.

  Lady Melessa and Tal Tarly seemed oblivious to the small iioween the men of the family and the real meanings behind Randyll's words to Di.

  "Let's go as well. We o celebrate in the camp befoing to the castle, as is the local etiquette." Jon said as he began to rise, his wife apanying him along with his sister. The Arti group began to move as well, while the giants scared the nobles iands, after all, they even surpassed the height of some parts.

  They headed for the camp, passing through the crowd that still seemed not to have fottei victory.

  "Eldric of Artica!"

  "Eldric of Artica!"

  "Eldric of Artica!"

  "Eldric of Artica!"

  "Eldric of Artica!"

  They shouted as Eldric mounted a horse and waved to the crowd with his bow on his back.

  They headed to their tent with the people, even with the crowd now dispersed, with people and guards from other camps talking to each other, already knowing the tour's oute.

  Jon arrived at his camp with a group that stayed to guard it, and they weled him with excited smiles.

  "From what we're hearing even from here, Eldric is our champion then, my king?" The Arti soldiers asked as soon as he arrived.

  "You didn't eveo ask that." Jon shrugged and looked seriously at them. "How many did you catch?"

  "Eight people trying to rob us, reized some from the camps of those nobles, also caught two of those tongue-less children we found in Dorne." He spoke in a much more serious tone.

  "We'll deal with the er, but those children are Varys's. It seems that guy thinks he sneak past us after what happened in Dorne?" Jon mocked.

  After that, they ehe camp, and Jon saw the two guards he had asked to keep an eye on the bard who delivered a thousand gold dragons, along with the bard himself, who looked terrified.

  "What happened?" Jon asked, raising an eyebrow.

  "They tried to rob him three times, we had no choice but t him here where he was safer." The Arti guards said.

  "Sorry for that, King of Artica, I couldn't evehe splendid tour, where I wao pose some songs in your honor..." The bard said, ashamed and nervous.

  "I guess I shouldn't have given so much money." Jon murmured. "Find a pce for him to stay for a few days, but he is forbidden from getting near any important information." Jon said, wanting to give him a ce to live.

  "Jon... there's something wrong with this bard, it's better to keep an eye on him." Seryna approached Jon at that moment and nodded. Despite appearing at a disadvahe man always seemed to think carefully before saying anything, and he looked like a Dornishman.

  "Yes, I was happy to hear such music after so many years, but he seems like a Dornishman, a spy of Doran specifically, but let him be for now until we find some proof. I will keep an eye on him the whole time." Jon said, but didn't deny leaving him there. He khe man would either lead him to his informant or to the raven tonight, saying he infiltrated the camp.

  "Now let's get ready for a party!" Jon said as everyone began to move at that moment, preparing for the ba in celebration of Eldric, the archery champion. But he wasn't the only one; no one fot how a certain 11-year-old girl had taken first p the tour.

  "Arya, today many people will talk to you, be presentable, my champion." Jon turo his sister, and she nodded, smiling.

  "Yes, Jon!" She excimed ao her tent to wear an Arti dress.

  The party then began at the ba ie afternoon as Jon sat in his chair, in the middle of the pce, with everyone in the camp ughing and having fun, with the dwarves singing as usual. Even the bard resent, it all, then a moment ter, he left.

  A moment ter, Jon looked at his wife, "I'm going to do something important..." He said, and she nodded, staying with Arya, who was boasting about getting a high position.

  Joo the rger tent and sat there, with no one else in the pce besides his guards at the entrance. A moment ter, a group entered, dragging the bard roughly. "What is this, stop it!" The bard excimed as he was thrown to the ground, nding a few meters from Jon.

  He looked at Jon, smiling, and frowned. "King of Artica, that's not what your men were doing, I just had to go out to handle something!" He began to expin as Jo a smile.

  "You know, I thought about leaving you unprotected... It would be easy to let you die while they try to rob you. A thousand gold s must be more than Doran or whoever from the Martell family has ever paid yht? Unfortunately, if I let you die, I wouldn't be able to find out the things I wanted." Jon asked and spoke calmly.

  "Doran? I don't know what you're talking about, King of Artica, you're a person I've always admired." He said, almost pleading.

  "Really?" Jon raised an eyebrow before turning his gaze to his soldier. "Give me the letter then." He asked, and one of the guards took it out of his pocket, already aware of everything, seeing through his owl.

  "Look what we have here, Dear Serpent. I am infiltrated ii camp, I will send precise information as soon as I discover more about the pce." Jon read in a calm tone and then turo mock the Dornishman. "You know, getting caught on the first day makes you a terrible spy. You could have waited a few days; you would have doer." Jon said, as it was quite obvious that the "dear serpent" was Doran or another Martell.

  "I swear I am not a spy, King of Artica!" He excimed.

  "e on, answer me, you called the serpent a she... Does that mean this is Elria, which I doubt, as she is not a serpent, which leaves me only with Princess Arianne Martell..." Jon said with a small smile. There was Nyra, but she wouldn't identify herself as a snake, she wouldn't spy on his camp, maybe on him, but not the camp.

  The man trembled, seeing he was increasingly without escape, "I swear I had no iion of inf anything that would promise your majesty!" He said, almost g from nerves.

  "Take him to the cell." Jon ordered while the men nodded, Jon remaining there with the letter in his hand. "Arianne, you want to spy on me...? I thought we had nothing to do with each other after I refused to marry you..." Jon murmured quietly. "But you've proven to be bolder than I had imagined." He cluded.

  "My king... and about the two children..." The guard asked.

  "There are them too..." Jon sighed, having to deal with spies from all sides. "Throw them in the cells too until we figure out what to do. Tomorrow, release one of the children and follow it to find its bird." Jon ordered, and the man nodded, leaving the tent and leaving Jon alone.

  He watched him leave and just closed his eyes, his mind going to a distant pce, seeing himself in a city much less fragrant than Highgarden could be, King's Landing. He still kept three birds there to act as his spies. He heard the meeting when Renly was chosen to participate iour a in touch with Jon or when Cersei tried to provoke the royal court that apanied Renly and openly mock Jon, not expeg retaliation from Tormund who had won.

  His raven began to fly over the Red Keep, ign all other targets, fog on one in particur. Varys was anding the air on his baly while writing a small letter. He felt a raven perear his tree and stared at Varys in an unusual way, tilting its head from side to side without taking its eyes off the master of whispers.

  "A raven..." Varys murmured, taking his attention off his little part and raising an eyebrow at it the moment. He said nothing, just put the part away and began to leave the window, opening a secret door in his room with a gnce back at the raven sitting on his window, staring at him the whole time as if it had no fear.

  The door finished opening while he was frowning, and he immediately entered, pressing something from the inside, closing it behind him. He was even a little startled by the raven simply jumping and flying towards the st crack of the door above Varys, but in the end, it couldn't get through, hitting the door as it closed.

  "..." Jon opened his eyes at that moment, staying calm. "Varys... it seems you already know me, but you still send your spies. If you want to py, so be it..." Jon said while Varys was walking through secret corridors, with a sed raven in the dark, following him, trying not to alert the master of whispers as he walked through the castle's secret passages.

  "This Westerosi people are very persistent. It seems I have to do something very big here; otherwise, I will have to deal with small mosquitoes all the time, and this will happen in Essos too." Jon murmured. He khere propriate way for him to act here, ohat would make all of Westeros tremble. He then po do something very big as soon as he left Highgarden. This would send a good message to Westeros and its maniputors.

  Jon finally left the tent ao where the party was still ongoing. He walked until he found one of the royal guards in the area. "Are the wagons prepared?" Jon asked.

  "Yes, my king, everything is ready for the castle." He replied.

  "That's good. Let's inform my queen, sister, ministers, and our champion to apany us." Jon said ao Seryna.

  He quickly annouhat he would be leaving and that they should enjoy themselves and take care of the camp. After that, his group headed for the wagons, which quickly started moving as they did for the previous bao participate in another o the castle. This was to mark the end of the archery tour and as a preparation for the most importa of the eour, the joust, in which Jon would participate, and Renly would have his champion with a rather unique, even millionaire, bet.

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