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  Pessoa Thrid POV

  Westeros, 295 AC.

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  Jon and his group traveled by carriage to the Tyrell castle. The lights shone brightly in the windows, remi of the st feast Jon attehe carriages, just like the st feast, stopped at the mairance, where Wils Tyrell awaited to receive them once again.

  Wils approached, leaning on his e, with a cordial smile on his face. "Good evening, King Jon. It is an honor to wele you again, good to see you and your champion." He said, looking at Eldric.

  "Good evening, Lord Wils," Jon replied, extending his hand.

  "It was a magnifit dispy this afternoon," Wils ented. "I've never seen a a target at 125 meters with such precision." He smiled, and Eldriodded.

  Wils offered bread and salt to Jon once again. Jon accepted and took a bite, firming his itment to peace while at the castle.

  "Please, follow me. The feast is just beginning," Wils requested, and Jon followed him with his group.

  "Ladies alemen, wele the group from Artid their champion! The Reach is hoo receive them once again in our halls!" The castle's herald, who was not the tour's herald, introduced them to everyone present.

  The door to the hall opened, revealing once more a hall full of nobles dressed in fiire, versing animatedly and sav the food and drink, many of which were Arti.

  In the middle of the hall, Renly smiled, regaining his posure after losing it due to the bet won by Jon. However, he quickly resumed his diplomatic posture, "My guests! e and bring your champion!" he said, extending his hand to Jon and his group.

  "Prince Renly," Joed with a small nod before proceeding to the main table once again, with a pce reserved for Eldric himself.

  "So here is our champion with 125 meters. He is truly an archer anyone would want in their army." He spoke, drawing the attention of all the o Eldric. Despite the archery tour being the weakest, an archer with such skills was enviable.

  "Thank you, Prince Renly. Eldric is a talented archer, just like my sister Arya," Jon replied, casting a proud g Arya, who smiled shyly.

  "Yes, how could I fet our little archer, or as she was called, the Lady of the Bow!" He poio Arya once more, making everyone look at the girl, but without the previous disdain, after all, she secured fourth pce at only 11 years old, defeating many experienced adults.

  "I am sure my brother, the King of Westeros, will love this story in King's Landing, seeing that the daughter of his best friend has such talent. Let's have a round of appuse for her. Lady Arya showed great ce and skill, worthy of being a Stark of Winterfell!" He excimed as the entire hall appuded her.

  Arya felt quite shy about it but also proud, despite still aiming to wiour. "Don't rush, you should be better than Ygritte when she was this age, so be proud of yourself." Seryna spoke beside her, seeming to read her thoughts.

  After that, the hall began to return to normal as everyoarted versing with one another, either starting topics or fttering higher nobles.

  The music resumed, and the atmosphere rexed with couples heading to the dance floor, and versations flowed animatedly. Jon and Seryna were io dance, while Arya remai the table, just like the st time.

  "Excuse me… Lady Arya…" Arya heard a voice behiurnitention to see two maesters approag. She looked suspicious, and her royal guard was o, ready to act if any threat arose. Jon had been clear about the need for caution with the maesters.

  "Yes…" Arya said, eyeing them warily.

  "I know it's inveo ask this in the middle of the ba, but we are very curious and never had the ce to speak with you. I am Maester Arid this is Maester Gerold," one of the maesters said, making a slight bow.

  "Good evening, Lady Arya," Maester Gerold greeted, also nodding his head.

  "Good evening," Arya replied, maintaining her caution. "What do you want to know?"

  "We are extremely intrigued by the reports of your education in Artica," said Maester Aric, with a genuinely ied expression. "It is unusual for a young dy, especially a o have knowledge in such diverse areas as we have heard. This intrigued us to the point of ing to ask a little about this knowledge that an 11-year-old girl has acquired. If you have as much skill with the mind as you do with drawing a b, perhaps we are in the presence of the greatest genius of this geion." He admitted.

  "..." Arya looked at them for a moment, her gaze falling on the royal guard who raised an eyebrow, waiting for her response. She didn't see that a versation would be bad and her gaze fell to the front of the table, where numerous young nobles were looking at her with i, waiting for the first opportunity to invite her to dance. But she had already refused about four of them so far and they kept ing, even saying she was indisposed. Even that Redwywin seemed insistent on her, or it seemed like he waain his pride after being outdone by this girl.

  Her head turned back to the maesters, with a small smile. After all, they were the solution to her little problems with dang. It was that or run to Lady Olenna, despite some good stories and her unique personality. Arya didn't like her pressure, as she wao find out everything about Jon and Artica with her questions.

  So, opening a bigger smile, she spoke to the two maesters. "Of course, why not? Jon always said it's important to know more than just how to be a dy," Arya replied.

  "That's true, Lady Arya, and that perspective is fasating," said Maester Gerold. "Could you tell us more about the teag methods in Artica? How did you mao learn so many different disciplines?" He asked, wanting to know everything. Arya had to be careful not to say too much, but even so, it was a simple versation.

  "Jon and others were my main teachers," Arya began, the maesters' reas. "Jon believes that a broad education is essential. I studied mathematics, arithmetic, eics, geography, history, nguages, agriculture, astronomy, alchemy, anatomy, and basic medie. We learned from some books and also from practice." She said her wide area of knowledge with some pride.

  "That is truly remarkable," said Maester Aric, remembering what Olenna had reported to him, exging a gh Gerold, w if they should believe it or not, but they decided to test the girl. "And what about nguages? How many do you speak?"

  "I speak and write in several nguages, including the on Tongue, High Valyrian, the Old Tongue of the North, Yi-Ti, and Dothraki," Arya replied firmly.

  "..." They looked at each other once again before Maester Gerold turned back to the girl. "Is it alright if I duct a few tests? After all, I know Valyrian..." He said, and Arya nodded.

  [" you uand me, Lady Arya?"] He spoke in High Valyrian.

  ["Perfectly well, Maester Gerold. If you wish, we verse on any subje this nguage. you keep up with me?"] Arya spoke, leaving the man somewhat stunned. Arya's pronunciation was eveer than his.

  After coughing a little embarrassed, he went back to speaking in the on tongue, "It would certainly be very pleasant, but my colleague does not uand much High Valyrian, and I fear he would not be able to keep up with us in this type of versation." Maester Gerold said, not wanting to look foolish in front of the girl auro speaking in a nguage he mastered better.

  "That's alright, Maester. What else would you like to know…?" Arya said, not notig how she had drawention of the people at the table, or at least those who remained. Prince Renly had taken Margaery to dance, and Mace had taken his wife. Olenna once again had a direct gaze at Arya with Wils by her side, just how the girl dealt with the gray rats wearing a few links in their s around their necks.

  As for the maesters, they couldn't help but be impressed. Aric leaned in a bit more. "You mentioned astronomy and alchemy. Could you give us an example of what you've learned in those areas?"

  Arya pondered for a moment, deg how much she should reveal. "In astronomy, I learo map the stars and use them for navigation. In alchemy, I know how to create tinctures and simple potions, such as a healing balm and a solution to purify water, making it more alkaline..." She responded.

  The nobles remained silee her using terms they didn't know. There were doubts about her words, ae her fide was hard to believe that a child could have as much or even more knowledge than they did in some areas. Aric decided to pretend he believed Arya. "Incredible, Lady Arya. The education in Artica seems to be very advanced. We would very much like to exge more knowledge with you and, if possible, with King Jon."

  Arya kept her expressioral. "I will think about it. I o discuss with Jon before making any decisions." She responded as if she were Jon's secretary.

  "Of course, of course," said Maester Gerold, nodding his head again. "reciate your attention, Lady Arya. We hope to have the opportunity to talk more iure." He said, seeing that the girl didn't seem to want to tihe versation, until his friend touched his shoulder and looked at Arya, still not satisfied with some questions.

  "Lady Arya, if it's not too much to ask, we would like to test a bit more of your knowledge. Just a few more simple questions from areas we also study. I specialize in mathematics, and my focus is on this kind of art. I test you in this area?"

  Arya, who thought they were going to leave, nodded after refleg a bit. "Alright, a few more questions."

  "Thank you, Lady Arya. We will start with something simple. In mathematics, how would you solve the quadratic equation x2 - 4x + 4 = 0?" He posed a somewhat plicated exercise.

  "You saying it like that makes it difficult..." Arya began while the man started to think it was all a fraud. After all, aside from the High Valyrian nguage... she couldn't prove anything else. However, Arya spoke again. "Do you have paper and a quill? I a that way." She asked, and the man, a little surprised, looked at Gerold, who quickly took a paper, ink, and quill from his pocket in his cloak, something he always carried everywhere.

  After marking the equation on the paper, he ha to Arya, who analyzed it and dipped the quill in the ink before starting to write, with a shadow passing behind her, looking curious.

  "What's happening here, grandma?" Margaery asked curiously while the maesters watched Arya write on the paper after she had pushed her cutlery aced the paper oable to write.

  "The maesters are testing the girl. Let's see if what she said so far is really true..." Olenna ented, watg the girl with i.

  Meanwhile, this movement was also noticed by Jon on the dance floor, who just looked. "Will she be okay with those maesters?" Seryna asked while they danced.

  "Yes... I'm sure she will be just fine." Jon said, assuring that Arya wouldn't be bothered beyond a few questions, and he was willing to let her enjoy herself while leaving the maesters quite stunned. His gaze fell on Eldric, who had been io dance by a young dy arently liked him.

  Meanwhile, Arya tinued scribbling on the paper. After a while, she looked satisfied and showed the maesters her results. "It's a plete quadratic equation. The formu to solve it is x = (-b ± √(b2 - 4ac)) / 2a. In this case, a = 1, b = -4, c = 4. So, x = (4 ± √(16 - 16)) / 2 = (4 ± 0) / 2, so x = 2. The solution is x = 2." She expined, showing the calcution she had written on the paper to them.

  The maesters exged a stunned look. "Very well, Lady Arya," said Maester Aric, his voice almost failing. He had never met a woman who could solve something like this, much less a girl. Regaining his posure, he tinued. "And in history, could you tell us who was the king who uhe Seven Kingdoms of Westeros?"

  "Aegon the queror, of House Targaryen," Arya replied promptly. "He used his dragons to subdue six of the Seven Kingdoms, with the exception of Dorne, which resisted for many years."

  "Excellent," ented Maester Gerold. "Now, o question, about anatomy. What is the primary fun of the heart in the human body?"

  "The heart is responsible for pumping blood throughout the body," Arya expined. "It sends oxygenated blood to tissues and ans aurns deoxygenated blood to the lungs to be re-oxygenated."

  "Your knowledge is truly proven..." said Maester Gerold, who began to believe in Arya's background, and the Citadel would love to hear about this.

  Arited to see o thing from Arya. "You know, Lady Arya, before we came here... We were discussing some questions, and since you have knowledge of astrology as you mentioned, perhaps you could help us..." He began. "What we were discussing was, what is the real color of sunlight? We cluded that it is yellow. What do you think?" He asked.

  "That is absolutely wrong." Arya held back from calling them stupid at that moment. The men, though a bit surprised by this rea, waited for her to finish her reasoning. "There was an experiment ducted in Yi-Ti two hundred years ago, where a local physicist took sunlight and reflected it through a crystal, produg seven colors at once upo." She ented, drawing the attention of the eable.

  "Seven colors, Lady Arya?" Gerold was surprised, having never heard of such a thing before.

  "It's a bit hard to believe that sunlight has seven colors, Lady Arya..." Aric was skeptical about this, almost finding it absurd.

  "Yes, seven colors. But he didn't stop there. By painting all the colors on a circur wheel in equal parts, he spun it, which made the seven colors form into one." She smiled while everyone raised their eyebrows, waiting for her final answer.

  "The color that formed in the end was white. Sunlight enhances all existing colors because it has white light." She answered fidently.

  "That..." The maesters didn't know what to say after hearing this, trying to note dowire experiment to reprodud verify it ter.

  "Lady Arya..." Gerold was about to speak whei queen arrived at that moment. "Excuse me, gentlemen, but the King of Artica requires her presence for a dance. Do you mind?" She said, with Arya looking at her curiously, before turning back to Jon, aiting for her to dance below the table.

  "Of course, I'm going to dah Jon!" Arya said cheerfully, leaving the maesters aside, while not g about offending some nobles after telling them she was indisposed and then going to dah Jon.

  Jon calmly took his sister and led her to the dance floor. Despite their disproportionate sizes, they danced smoothly, with Arya smiling the whole time. She enjoyed dang, but it had to be with the right person.

  Seryna stayed at the table, just watg them without anyone else b her, giving them some time together. The maesters left the main table, having learned a lot but still wanting to know more.

  The feast tinued, with Prince Renly mingling among the ables, being directly fttered. Jo dang with Arya auro the table a while ter, with no one managing to separate him on the dance floor, despite their attempts.

  After some time, Jon had go to get some air, leaving discreetly without aig, leaving Arya with Seryna, while he found Samwell again on the baly.

  "Lord Tarly." Jon approached.

  "King Jon!" Samwell jumped at this.

  "How have you been?" Jon asked.

  "I'm fine, King Jon..." He seemed relut to face Jon.

  "You're drunk, aren't you?" Jon asked, raising an eyebrow.

  "A little..." Samwell lied, and Jon almost ughed.

  "Rough night...?" Jon asked.

  "Yes... my father." He said.

  "Do you want to talk about it?" Jon asked.

  "How could I bother you with something like this...?" He murmured, thinking Jon wouldn't want to hear from someone like him.

  "Well... it's not like I have the whole night, but I have a few minutes, so I don't mind." Jon said.

  "..." Samwell looked at Jon a bit surprised and decided to open up. "My father... He thinks I'm a disappoi. It seems he wants to get rid of me and try to make my brother take my pce as heir..." He said.

  "That sounds bad..." Jon, who thought it would be a simple problem, didn't imagine such a bad situation with Samwell Tarly's father. "Are you jealous of your brother?" He asked.

  "I wouldn't say that. I don't think I would make a good lord like our aors..." He admitted. "Di ha better than I ." He said.

  "Well... don't you like books? The Citadel would be a good opportunity, of course, you would have to give up retionships like marriage and having children if that's not a problem." Jon said.

  "I wao go to the Citadel... it's my dream, but my father doesn't want to see his son as a maester serving another lord. He doesn't think it's worthy of a Tarly," he said.

  "That's even more plicated. So why don't you run away to Artica?" Jon asked calmly, making the man widen his eyes at him.

  "What?!" Samwell seemed shocked by Jon's words.

  "I need schors and teachers. If you flee to Arti one of our ships, I guarantee a pce for you, and you will receive an education that you will never get at the Citadel." Jon said with a slight smile.

  "I don't know..." Samwell was surprised a a glimmer of hope in his heart. After all, from everything he had heard and seen of these Artis, it seemed like a fantastic pce, and he didn't know of anyone Jon had invited.

  "If you want to e to my kingdom, you o let me know before I leave. Anyway, I have to get back." Jon said in clusion, and Samwell just nodded, watg the Arti king walk away at that moment.

  The feast tinued as Jouro the table and exged many words with both Prince Renly and the Tyrell family. In the end, Jon annouhat he was leaving, and they began to move. Eldric seemed to bid farewell to the noble dy he had met a with Jon and the others.

  At the exit, the Tyrell family, along with Renly, sent a chest with 20,000 gold s for Jon to take to his camp. He accepted and started to move to rest. Meanwhile, the following day would be full of songs about the tour by bards who wrote songs about what they witnessed and spoke of the Arti pride they had observed.

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