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  Pessoa Thrid POV

  Westeros, 295 AC.

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  It was the beginning of the afternooyrion was drinking at a window overlooking the harbor of Lannisport. The pce seemed ordinary, with ships ing and going, and goods entering and leaving the port. He sipped his wine and tinued reading his book.

  His uncle Kevan had spoken to them in the past few days about the situation in the Reach, about his brother, which had left him quite shocked—Jaime, one of the st people he would imagine being kidnapped as a hostage, was now being held in custody by a group that had drawn attention from all the kingdoms in the ret moons from the north.

  He had always been ied in Jon Artica since he heard of him more than 7 or 8 years ago. He was quite skeptical of what he heard, about a boy of 8 namedays killing a group of bandits with a bunch of farmers, but the stories didn't stop there, because he did a few more surreal things that year before disappearing into the north of the Wall.

  "I heard how he came with an army of giants and even small men like him, but saying they are not that size due to some birth disease, but because they are a different race from humans, and many would scoff at that if it weren't that, their numbers exceed the thousands."

  "Three different races... men... dwarves... and giants..." Tyrion murmured, still recalling how this had been his obsessiohe years, researg everything about them, almost like he did with dragons to the point of asking for one for his birthday when he was a child. He tried to find out everything about giants and dwarves, even seeking books from the Citadel fold, but the information was quite limited.

  There were some details about the giants, like how they lived with the First Men before disappearing in the north after thousands of years following the stru of the Wall. As for the dwarves, there were no records of them; it was as if they appeared out of nowhere. This intrigued Tyrion, who sought anything about them and found nothing, not even the maester of Casterly Rock or the information he requested from the Citadel had any answers or mention of the race.

  'If Jon make a new race, e out of nowhere, could he n forth the children of the forest or even dragons?' That was the joke Tyrion had at the time, ughing at it without imagining hht he might be with that question.

  But Jon Snohat intrigued Tyrion the most. A bastard who left the fort of Winterfell to adventure in the world, and in the end, returns as a king after traveling to nds beyond what any sensible person in the Seven Kingdoms would have.

  If it weren't for the trouble of that accusation of stealing his sister, Jon Artica might have been celebrated as a man who exceeded all expectations of his life and a hero among the on people. Tyrion had to admit he admired that Jon Snow and looked forward to seeing him as soon as Kevan spoke of the meeting with his father.

  Every day he was ing here, on a baly, looking out to sea, waiting for the fleet of ships from the north to approach Lannisport. He was worried about his brother, of course, since he was the only oh such a strong blood tie who didn't treat him like a monster, unlike his father and sister.

  His thoughts were interrupted wheiced ships ing to Lannisport, more than usual... "How strange... I swore this ship was in Lannisport this m..." He murmured, looking at the fg he swore he had seen before. "That... are they fleeing back to the port?!" He finally realized.

  And it didn't take long for other ships to emerge from behind those mert vessels, following them. There were 10 ships, and their fg quickly stood out as the symbol of Artica was embzoned on the sails.

  Tyrion looked for a moment before jumping from his chair, dropping his book and wine. He ran through the corridors of the small castle where Kevan and his family lived, managing Lannisport for his family. He did this as fast as his small legs allowed, while the servants looked curiously at the urgency of Lord Tyrion Lannister.

  He quickly reached his uncle's sor, where he should have been anizing his things. He found the door open and immediately entered, seeing his uncle Kevan speaking with a Lannister knight.

  "Kevan!" Tyrion called out quickly.

  Kevan shifted his gaze from the guard to look downward. "If you're talking about the ships ing to Lannisport, this knight has just informed me," Kevan eo Tyrion. "You may leave us now," he requested of the knight, who exited the room, leaving only the nephew and uncle.

  "It seems they have finally arrived. Your brother will be here soon..." Kevan said.

  "Do you think they harmed Jaime?" Tyrion asked, with the doubt still pnted in his head, w if they could have done something to his brother during his captivity.

  "I highly doubt it. He will be fine, and soon, we will be sure of that. Now I will send a letter to your father, asking him to e immediately to Lannisport," Kevan spoke.

  "And in the meantime, go to the port and wait for me. Alsanize everything that Jon Artica requested iter we discussed over the st few days to exge for your brother," Kevan instructed, and Tyrion nodded and quickly left the pce, assembling a group with a master-at-arms and heading to the port with 30 Lannister men. As more Lannister soldiers gathered at the port, his father had already prepared a rge group of soldiers for the iation with the Artis.

  The mert ships that had been at the forefront quickly moved to the edges of the port while the others in the middle began to leave, not wanting to be he Arian fgs, with men shouting and running throughout the port. Tyrion saw this, w if the Artis were so dangerous that the ships were fleeing in such a manner.

  They probably saw the fleet at sea and ran to take shelter in the pain, fearing being attacked on the high seas. Not that Tyrion could bme them. After all, no mert would dare faany ships, especially with stories of them ending up pirates in the east.

  heless, he stood waiting for the ship to approach while the crowd in Lannisport began to gather at the port to watch or eveo shelter from any flict that might occur.

  The first ships began to anchor in the middle of the port while Tyrion saw for the first time the giants he had heard so much about.

  "By the gods..."

  "They are real..."

  "How anyone make armor for those things?!"

  While Tyrion was staring with his mouth open, the Lannister men behind them expressed their disbelief and fear, a oion when someone saw the giants. They were doing maintenan the ship, stowing the sails and even throwing a heavy anchor the size of a man into the sea to ehe ship would not leave the port.

  It was a momehat a well-dressed man, surrounded by other men in eldeal armor, emerged with a group of soldiers from a gangced between the ship and the port. Tyrion stood in front of the Lannister soldiers, maintaining a dignified posture for the meeting while representing House Lanhe man came out with other soldiers, but it was limited to just that. It seemed only a preliminary iation, as the Arti king was not among them from what Tyrion could tell.

  "You must be Tyrion Lannister, son of Tywin, who is head of House Lannister," the man said as he approached. Tyrion was slightly surprised to be reized. Not that it was very difficult, after all, he was the only dwarf of House Lannister, and the man must have done some research before ing here, but still, somewhat honored by that.

  "Yes, that's me," replied Tyrion, clearing his throat to begin. "I am Tyrion Lannister, it's a pleasure to meet you, but I do not have the same privilege of knowing you, Sir...?" he said and asked with a curious tone.

  The man shook his head. "I am no Sir, Lord Tyrion... I am just a minister from Arti serviy king, and we do not have knights in Artica. You may call me Darius, I am a minister of fions with other kingdoms, and these are some of the 50 royal guards in service to the Arti king," he introduced himself along with his men.

  Tyrion raised an eyebrow at the number of royal guards, which was quite signifit pared to Westeros. "Well, anyway, I hope my brother is well," said Tyrion with a cautious look.

  The man nodded. "Yes, you be sure that your brother, Jaime Lannister, is fine. Although he got a bit roughed up during training on the ship, for men his size, you rest assured that he is healthy," the man said.

  Tyrioe finding the idea of his brother beien by dwarves absurd, believed the man and breathed a sigh of relief. "Anyway, I believe you are here to iate before Jon Arties, correct?" he spoke.

  "Exactly, Lord Tyrion. My king will e here as soon as everything is in order. The only demand we have is for all the metals we requested, and we also want to buy others," the man spoke.

  Tyrion nodded. "Alright. We will provide bread and salt to show our itment to the iation. We have already prepared everything that was requested iter to my father," he said.

  "Very well then." The man responded and stared at Tyrion calmly.

  Soon, a sileook over the pce while Tyrion and his men looked at the Artis, who also remained silent.

  "..." Lannisters.

  "..." Artis.

  Tyrion frow this and decided to break the silence. "Shouldn't you inform your king and send a ship or a raven?" Tyrion asked curiously, but the man just smiled.

  "That won't be necessary, Lord Tyrion. My king is already on his way here, at this moment," he said mysteriously, as Tyrion raised an eyebrow.

  Out at sea, Jon was walking to board the ship where Jaime was. He left the main ship, keeping his wife on it so she wouldn't fay unnecessary danger, with his wolf taking care of her, while Arya would apany Jon to Lannisport just for the iation. The ship sped aloowards the port with two more following the king.

  "Do you miss home, Jaime Lannister?" asked the man at the prow of the ship.

  Jaime looked at him cautiously; Jaime had been quiet i days. He had heard about the atta Oldtown by the Arti men, where more than 90 ships left den with loot. From what he could uand, they probably devastated the ey and he feared they would do the same to Lannisport.

  Jon sighed seeing Jaime's worry. "You don't o worry. I have nothing against Lannisport, uhey did something that would greatly annoy me. Then, yes, we would have a problem. But don't worry, the city is not in panic. Your brother is waiting at the port with your uncle joining him at this moment, and a letter is beio your father at Casterly Rock," Jon spoke calmly.

  This left Jaime more worried than calm. After all, how did Jon know everything that was happening oher side of the horizon? Jaime was somewhat afraid of Jon and believed that he truly knew his secrets after seeing him trol animals; he was a true master of whispers and much more dangerous than Varys could be.

  "You know, Ser Jaime," Jon tinued, "I intercepted all the ravens with news from Oldtown to the western kingdom. So, you don't o worry about entering a war unless your father really wants one against me. And I wrote a letter to your king, but I also didn't speak about your children in King's Landing. I am someone who would not like to see children dying guiltlessly. So, I will preserve your children. However, this does not ge the fact that your sister, who tried to act against my wife and even had that Kingsguard, Boros, provoke me in Highgarden—which didn't end well for him, and I suggest he retire after that. About your sister, I won't lie, if I ever go to King's Landing, you be sure that I io avenge her. I have nothing against you and your children, but do nothing that forces me to act against you. Do we uand each other?" Jon spoke calmly, but with a serious and threatening look, almost as if Jaime was talking to his father for a moment, who nodded although he would protect the woman he loves with nails ah, even if it meant dying for this Arti.

  But Jaime could not deny the fear he had of Jon and wao be as far away from that person and his group as possible.

  Thus, Jon's ship, along with the other 10 in Lannisport, were among the few ships that still had empty stes since most of the fleet was filled with animals and books in their holds, with their men taking care of them for the journey.

  Lannisport appeared shortly after, as they tinued sailing at high speed with the open sea, heading for the port. He even had a view of the two groups at the port, while the Lannisters had at least about 2,000 men preparing for any fight, whereas only a few Artis were there fag them.

  Jon's ship finally stopped at the port. He proceeded alone off the ship with some guards, keeping Jaime and Arya on the ship before pleting the non-aggression ritual of the Seven Kingdoms.

  They joiheir men while looking at the two representatives of House Lannister. "So you must be Tyrion Lannister and Kevan Lannister," Jon spoke, scrutinizing both Tyrion and Kevan.

  Tyrion seemed a bit nervous, while Kevan had a tougher look, despite a glint of uainty in his eyes, but maintaining a serious face as if he had trol of the situation.

  "Are you the Arti king?" Kevan asked, scrutinizing Jon.

  Jon cracked a smile. "Yes, that's me. I've e to iate the son of Tywin Lannister, who is your retive, a Kingsguard who tried to attack us, or rather, kidnap me. But as you see, it didn't quite work out for him," Jon said, as if it were a joke. The Arti men maintained a humorous expression, but the soldiers from Lannisport did not seem too pleased with that ent.

  Tyrion thought to act before the atmosphere could heat up. "King Arti, we have bread and salt for you, so that we egotiate the well-being of my brother," he said.

  Jon nodded, approag the tray that the master apanying Kevan offered, after taking a few steps, the man had no idea that the citadel was in a precarious situation at this moment. Jon pleted the non-aggression ritual of Westeros and looked to his man. "Call Arya. Let's iate," Jon said, and Kevan looked at Tyrion for a moment.

  " we see my brother? And I would like to wait for my father to e here," Tyrion asked.

  "You see your brother, bring the prisoner." Jon nodded and asked his man as well, while turning back to Tyrion. "But as for waiting for your father, that's out of the question. I pn to leave today. I hope you have fulfilled yreement ready to load my ships," Jon said.

  Kevan, though seeming dissatisfied, nodded in the end. "Yes, repared everything you asked for and if you want to leave today, we have arranged everything."

  At that moment, anroup of Arti guards arrived while Jaime appeared among them, without handcuffs or anything that indicated he risoner. He looked very well, while Arya also apanied him.

  "It's been a while, Tyrion," Jaime said as he arrived, sounding more like a fun joke than a rescue situation.

  "You look very well, brother, or eveer. Maybe being a hostage is doing you good," Tyrion joked while Jon raised an eyebrow at that, but soon sighed and looked at Kevan. Kevan quickly uood his gaze and called them to a tent there at the port, while it was bei up.

  "Let's go, sister," Jon said, and Arya apanied him as they sat on each side of a table set for them with the fi wine Lannisport could offer.

  "Well, gentlemen, besides the steel we asked for, we want to buy more, but I need pieces to be pced by the end of the day. Are you open to iations?" Jon suddenly asked.

  Kevan looked at Tyrion, who nodded in the end. "We have some things... although it's a surprise what you asked to buy more," Kevan said.

  "Well, that's great," Jon looked at Arya. "You will iate," he said, since Arya was learning about business orips... it was time to truly practice. Tyrion, Kevan, and even Jaime were surprised by this oher side.

  Arya nodded and looked fidently at the group as a small discussion began. Arya, trying to e across as a shrewd trader, started discussing the prices of some Lanes that still held steel aal, as the Artis might ask for more and Tyilling to give more for his son. Jon, knowing this, decided to buy rather than being stingy after stating his price for Jaime Lannister's release.

  As they iated, Tyrion didn't know what to say, nor did Kevan, as both of them talked and discussed prices with an 11-year-old girl. Just as they were about to close the deal and Arya thought she had secured a good price, Jon suddenly spoke up beside her, not in the on tongue, but in Yi-Ti. Arya looked at him in surprise, while the Lannister lords uood nothing. Arya asked something, and Jon replied in the same nguage from the east of Essos, starting a small argumeween them.

  Tyrion was quite stunned as he looked at his uncle, shaking his head. He wondered if the master uood what was being discussed, but the master simply shook his head ively; Jon hadn't chosen Valyrian because they might know something about it, so he chose a rarer nguage. After about twenty seds of discussion, Arya o Jon auro Tyrion, as they discussed the final prices again until reag an agreement.

  Jon had seen that the girl was buying at a market disadvantage, so he assisted her as she was about to close. This was a small test for Arya, a proof of everything she had learned in the iations she had apanied with Jon.

  After they finally settled the price, and Kevan ordered his men to start filling the holds with more iron and steel than agreed upon. Jon nodded in satisfa as he asked t the gold, and now watched his ships being filled with the items he requested.

  As they waited, a Lannister guard ran out of the crowd and approached Kevan, handing him a message. Jon already knew what it was. Kevan listened and turo him. "King Arti, my brother has just arrived iy. He would like to meet with you before you depart and is ing to the sea."

  "Very well, Lord Kevan. I would like to meet Lord Tywin Lannister as well," Jon spoke openly, as everyone awaited the meeting, with the ships still taking a few more hours to be filled as Lannister mehe goods at the port, while the Artis loaded them onto the ships.

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