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  Pessoa Thrid POV

  Westeros, 295 AC.

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  While Jon was still enjoying his stay in the Reach since he first set foot in the kingdom, thousands of miles away, on the opposite side of the tio the north, specifically in front of the vale, the Arctic fleet with its 50 ships tinued sailing north again, passing through waters filled with broken and burnt wood.

  While the people who mao save themselves from the wildfire explosions by some miracle were screaming, trying to escape the tentacles of the people throwing them into the water. The ships tinued heading north, uned with the chaos happening around them, with the sea still burning with green fire oers. This was the result of a battle while a group seemed to want to attack them, but Joheir pn very well, which was to simute an attack by the kingdom's fleet beyond the wall while the survivors returo Gulltown, of course, burning their own ships in the process.

  But Jon, already anticipating Littlefinger's pn, thought that if they wao set them up, at least it had to be for real at least... So as soon as the ships approached to have some excuse that they entered the fleet and were returning to the port to simute the aggression, the Arctic ships themselves took the initiative aermihem all.

  It didn't take long for the Arctic fleet to disappear to the north in the following days and new ships to sail those waters while iigating the disappearance of Lerold Grafton of Gulltown's ships.

  "This is just destru... what the hell happened here..." said a sailor with some fear. There was no more wildfire, so he couldn't say how all the ships were destroyed without leaving a single man or body visible ier, only burnt wreckage everywhere, which was very frightening for those men.

  "We have nothing more to do here... There are no bodies anywhere... Let's just take some of the wreckage, there's a burnt mast ier, it will be our only proof..." The captain of that ship asked them to at least take what was there.

  "No bodies... were they devoured? I've heard there are giant men on those ships, they say they devour men, so it's true..." said a young man with some fear.

  "Better leave before we are oo..." said another man, and although the captain didn't believe mu that, his heart was trembling, as like the others, the idea of not finding a single dead body made him freeze, for he had never seen anything like it on the sea, but knowing that those bodies were now being ed by stomach acids inside a huge Kraken following the fleet above him.

  "Finish taking the mast a's go!" He gave the order and the three ships that came to iigate soon turned around a back to the port of Gulltown.

  "What are you saying?!" It was after a day that they finally informed Gerold Grafton in his mansion of what they saw at sea, while the man who followed Littlefinger's pn thinking it would be a good venture didn't think his ships would actually be attacked, after all, there were no records of those ships attag simple vessels.

  When he felt that something was wrong after days without answers, he sent the ships and received a response he didn't like at all.

  "All the ships were destroyed without leaving any bodies ier..." The captain of one of the three ships reported.

  "Are you saying that I lost 12 ships, which is more than half of the ships my family has?!" He excimed with fury, what seemed to be a promisiure turned into a great loss after all, who would guarahat he would get back what he lost?

  "Yes..." The man murmured, not wanting to face his lord's wrath, knowing how vindictive he is and he would try to take out this anger on someone.

  "GET OUT!" The man simply shouted with all his a that moment while the sailor quickly left.

  The man looked for a moment befrabbing his wine gss on the desk and simply throwing it at the wall, shattering it the moment. He couldn't measure his fury at that moment.

  "I o talk to Littlefihat bastard assured me it was a good venture and I hope he keeps his word. I want my ships back!" he excimed alone while the guards listened outside, remaining silent, not wanting to make their lord even more furious with them.

  "I will write to him now!" the man said as he sat at his desk, taking a part with quill and ink, and began writing what happened iter with his dissatisfa, asking Littlefio resolve his problems quickly. After all, having 12 fewer ships under his and would signifitly reduce his profits in the ing weeks, preventing him from buying goods from Essos to resell here while also taking items from here to sell in the desert nds across the o.

  He finished writing two types of letters as he had pnned, with each li leaving anything out, and finally pleted them. "Guards!!" Gerold Grafton excimed as one of the guards entered his sor and looked at his lord, who was far from calm.

  "Take this to the maester and send it to the master of in King's Landing, immediately!" he demanded, and the man swallowed hard as he walked past the shards of gss and took the paper before leaving the pd heading to the part of the castle where the maester was. After seeing the situation, the maester nodded but did not miss the ce to look at the tent.

  "So they attacked Lerold Grafton's ships... I will inform the Citadel about this..." he said, not g if his lord and the master of were pnning to pce evidence against the Arctic ships. After all, this was good for them. He simply pced it on the raven to King's Landing, and it departed. After seeing the rave, the maester wrote a new letter a it to the Citadel immediately.

  The raven that went south traveled for a few days before arriving in King's Landing and nding in one of Littlefinger's brothels. A prostitute picked it up and saw the letters addressed to her master with the seal of Gulltown.

  "What iing news!" Littlefinger, who was in bed with a red-haired woman, was called by this prostitute and took the two letters. He opehem and began reading, but at the same time, he frow Gerold Grafton's demands in the first letter. He smiled that things had turned out better than he imagined with the sed letter that the lord of Gulltown wrote.

  He turned his gaze to the prostitute ith him at that moment. "It seems I have to go, I have something important to do." he said and put on some clothes before leaving and heading towards the Red Keep.

  Going to the castle, he headed to the Tower of the Hand while Jon Arryn was writing something in his book when a guard of House Arryn opehe door.

  "I told you not to let aerrupt me!!" Jon Arryn growled immediately.

  "Sorry, Lord Hand, but the master of is here to see you and it seems important..." he said, and Jon looked at him for a moment before sighing.

  "Lord Baelish, what does he want now? Anyway, let him in." Jon requested, and Baelish entered shortly after with a face feigning .

  "Lord Hand." he said, greeting the older man and maintaining the same ed expression.

  "Speak, Lord Baelish, what brings you here? Did something happen?" Jon noticed Baelish without his usual smile.

  "Yes, I would like you to read this letter..." the man said, taking the piece of paper and beginning to read it.

  The man remained silent while he had the paper in front of him, his eyes beginning to tremble slightly.

  "This is terrible, it's an attack against Westeros!" Jon, who was already not very favorable to the Arctic people trading ieros, found a good excuse to turn the against this group ing from the wild north, especially when his kingdom was harmed by such a fleet.

  "You see, Lord Hand... We have a threat sailing against our waters..." Baelish said, appearing shaken but keeping a smile behind his mask, quite pleased with the course of events.

  "Let's go! We must vene a meeting quickly!" Jon excimed immediately as he began walking, leaving his tasks aside and starting to desd the tower, entering Ser Jaime and Ser Merryn following the priraining in the garden.

  The prince, Joffrey Baratheon, was anything but a warrior, even at 13 years old, which left King Robert quite disappointed with the man who would succeed him ter. He still didn't know how to properly wield a sword, but Jon Arryn didn't care about that now. He turned back to one of the guards managing the priraining in the yard.

  "Ser Jaime !" Jon called as Jaime turned his attention to the Hand of the King.

  "Lord Hand?" he looked.

  "I want you to find someoo summoire ow, we have an urgeing." he said while Baelish simply followed him from behind.

  "An urgeing? Are we at war or something?" Jaime asked with a small smile, mog the urgency.

  "No, Ser Jaime . Not yet, because soon we might be. The Arctic fleet attacked a group of mert ships in our waters and raided them. They were Gulltown ships." Jon Arryn spoke firmly as Jaime raised an eyebrow but nodded after a while, leaving his son's, I mean, nephew's training to his fellow Kingsguard.

  "Ser Jaime !" Jon called o time, making the man turn to him. "Call even His Majesty, say it's urgent and we might go to war." Jon warned, and Jaime nodded once more before leaving.

  Jaime went to speak with his sister while sending many messeo find all the cil members. Meanwhile, Cersei was quite frustrated tely. Ravens had been pooping on her head whenever she left her room, as if she were being punished by the Seven or something. She lost t of how many times she had to return to her chamber after having her hair ruined by bird droppings. She even ordered the guards to use crossbows to eliminate any bird in the castle. She began walking the corridors of the Red Keep with fuards, all armed with crossbows, to shoot any bird they saw.

  This reduced the number of is, but some still mao hit her occasionally, f her to skip parties and bas at the castle because of this situation. It wasn't just this stra—where the servants were already whispering that she had angered some gods—but also the fact that she was no longer receiving respoo her requests. She had instructed Ser Boros to send a message for an attack by some meraries at the port, but tless days had passed with no news. Even Ser Boros had left with Prince Renly to the Rea a trade mission, making it seem like her pn to attad try to kidnap the family of the Arctic bastard had failed in the end.

  She was in her room when her brother entered, bringing news. Despite being surprised, Cersei smiled broadly, now having an excuse to attack the Arctic people.

  "Let's go, Jaime . This meeting will be important!" she said and began to get ready and leave with her brother. But as soon as she reached the door, she stopped. "Guards!" she excimed, and some guards in the corridor quickly approached with crossbows.

  "Kill any bird you see!" she anded, and the men nodded while Jaime just sighed as his sister walked towards the cil chamber, looking up as if expeg enemy attacks from anywhere at any moment.

  The cil chamber soon filled with all its members, except Robert, but it didn't take long for the door to open with him entering, looking like a man with a hangover, even though it was the afternoon.

  "I heard about going to war!" he excimed as Ser Barristan Selmy followed closely behind.

  "We'll discuss this now, Your Majesty," Jon Arryn ented, waiting to start the meeting.

  "Then start this meeting. Who is the enemy... Who is challenging me, is it the Targaryens?!" he excimed, growling at the end, grabbing the witle oable and drinking straight from it without using a cup.

  "No, Your Majesty... It's the Arctic people," Jon Arryn said, and Robert stopped drinking at that exaent, looking at him in surprise.

  "What do you mean by that, Jon?" he demanded.

  "Let me read this..." Jon Arryn said as everyone except Renly watched him take the part and begin to read aloud. "I am writing to inform you that I was attacked on the high seas..." He tinued reading to the end of the part while the entire room fell silent.

  "No bodies?! What the hell does that mean?" Jaime looked surprised at the information, his brow furrowed.

  "We don't know, only that our lord of Gulltown didn't find a single body ier... which is very strange," Baelish shared his thoughts.

  "They are northern savages, I've heard there are many ibals in those nds. Who would doubt that they would take the bodies to eat ter..." Pycelle said.

  "Don't be so foolish, maester, no orieves a body from the water to eat," Stannis ented, finding the disappearance of the bodies quite strahough it seemed irrational to him.

  "What should we do, Your Majesty..." Varys asked, looking at King Robert with i while the tter seemed thoughtful, no longer drinking his wine. His gaze left the king and looked upwards, searg for any raven he had the paranoia might be watg him as if it were someone, knowing all his secrets, which made Varys quite scared despite not showing it outwardly. His fear was how this meeting could be observed by Jon Arctid if he said something about it, he would be beled as mad by everyone.

  "What choice do we have? We must attack them and decre them enemies!" Cersei said.

  "Despite seeming like a direct attack, I believe we should have some expnation for this..." Ser Barristan ented from behind the king, while Ser Jaime remained silent behind his sister.

  "Robert, I know you have a friendship with Ned, and that this Jon Arctic is his son, but you o do something about it. He's with your brht now in the Reach; this is the time to act before he returns to the sea. After all, it's quite arming when we don't know how they deal with ships, which leave no bodies, only burnt wreckage..." Jon warned with a tone of seriousness while Robert, with his rare serious look, nodded.

  "Alright, Jon. I won't send an army, but I will send an armed group to summon Ned's son to the Red Keep, demanding an expnation for why his ships attacked Westerosi merts! Also, ask my brother to speak with Ned's son about the summons!" Robert said and looked at each of the cil members, stopping at Jaime.

  "Ser Jaime, I summon you for this task, along with a group to go to the Reach as well!" he said at the end.

  "Wait, Robert!" Cersei immediately protested, but Robert was nursing a strong hangover and didn't want tue.

  "I don't want to hear anything from you, woman. Just shut up a your brother fulfill the king's order. I t on you, Kingsyer." He said with a toh angry and serious.

  Jaime, despite trembling at the niame that followed him like a curse, o Robert. "As you wish, my king," he said.

  "Now I will return to my bed, I o sleep!" he said grumpily and began to leave while everyoood up as protocol, allowing Robert to exit with Ser Barristan following closely behind.

  "I will prepare the men a immediately," Ser Jaime ented as he began to leave as well. Cersei tried to protest, but there was nothing more she could do.

  "I will send a letter to the Tyrells, demanding that they keep Jon Arcti their castle until the Kingsguard arrives. Also, send a letter to Prince Renly with ara message," Jon Arryn directed to Pycelle, who nodded ahe room like the other cil members. Each had their own opinion about today's discussion and what to do about Arctie felt fear, others joy and greed, hoping to gain much from this flict.

  Meanwhile, a week had passed sihe archery tour and the mai was about to begin while Jon was in his tent with his wife, receiving a part from a raven he had anticipated.

  "Another letter from those maesters?" Seryna asked beside Jon as he read it.

  "Yes, they have noticed that something is wrong. After all, they haven't received aers from the Citadel as responses and don't know that all their letters never reached their destination..." Jon ented with a small smile.

  "Did they include anythihis time?" she couldn't help but ask.

  "The same as always, how they are surprised by Arya's level of intellect even while living in a pce they sider savage, how we are superior in military skills, since we have demonstrated many times how we defeat anyone on any field," Jon said.

  "Except in the joust..." she remarked with a smile.

  "Well, they will find out about that soon enough..." Jon replied and tinued.

  "It's amusing how they are eager to find weaknesses in my leadership and the faith of my men in me, even stating that they are visibly shaken by the trol I have over all the Arctis, including giants and dwarves, despite me being only 15 namedays," Jon ented.

  "Are they trying something against us at this moment?" Seryna asked suddenly with a more serious tone, but Jon shook his head.

  "Despite the hostility in their gaze and disdain, they are not pnning anything, at least the Citadel hasn't sent any orders..." Jon said. Unlike in Dorhese maesters in the castle seemed to have only the mission of his every move and the characteristics of his group.

  "Even so, it is very funny how they detail their shock after seeing the knowledge acquired through Arya in Arctic, even being greedy wanting our methods of study... but that's something they only dream of..." Jon ented.

  "What are you pnning to do, Jon? You know they are plotting something against us, after all, they have been following us since Dorne..." Seryna ented with some now.

  "Don't worry... I have a good pn... it's time for Westeros to know the true power of Arctid I am thinking of sag our first city here. I know this will ruin our business, but that doesn't matter anymore..." Jon said with a dangerous tone.

  "..." Seryna didn't kly what her husband nning, but she just rusting his judgment.

  "Well, my love." Jon said, kissing her forehead. "Let's get up. After all, today we have a tour with a joust to win." Jon said, as the bet with Prince Renly would be decided today, and Jon was ready to fight against the champion he had chosen and win some extra nds ieros.

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