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  Thrid Person POV

  Essos, 296 AC.

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  Arya looked at the girl for a moment after hearing her question, before responding, but instead of saying who she was, she spoke about what had happeo this girl. "Who did this to you?!" Arya looked at the girl strangely, feeling surprised. She didn't know why, but with this girl being practically an older Lyanna Artica, Arya immediately cared and became angry, almost thinking about what she would do if someone did this to the little Lyanna, the girl she had grown so attached to i few moons. She would even pete with Jon to see who would kill the perpetrator of this madness.

  "This is nothing..." The girl was hesitant and surprised by what seemed like strange from this girl, but she knew she couldn't say anything about it, and Daenerys tinued.

  "You haven't answered my question. Who are you, and why are you here? No one should e here, and you don't seem to be a servant of Magister Illyrio," the Targaryen girl ented with a bit of caution.

  To Daenerys, this strange girl, despite being very beautiful, could very well be one of the assassins hired to kill her and her brother, after all, no one approached them so openly.

  "Hey, calm down..." Arya spoke again, looking strangely at the girl, who was clearly afraid. "I even smell your fear from here..." Arya couldn't help but mock the scared girl a little, but she also couldn't bme her, since she apparently suffered mistreatment.

  "What do you mean by 'smell'?" Daenerys asked, increasingly intrigued by the nonsensical phrases being spoken by this stranger.

  "You may not know," Arya said with a tone of pride as soon as she had the opportunity to introduce herself properly. "But what I said was literal, after all, I am a wolf." Arya pined, staring ily at the girl.

  This left the girl even more fused, but before she could ask what that meant, Arya's smile grew even wider.

  "I am Arya Stark. My name says it all," she asserted, after all, Arya sidered herself a fierce wolf.

  Upon hearing that he Valyrian girl immediately froze. Viserys had mentiohat he decided not to seo the northern savages, opting io tihe deal with the Dothraki, which is why he was frustrated and took it out on her.

  Viserys repeatedly said that he couldn't trust the northern savage being a Stark bastard and that he should kill him as soon as he had quered the Seven Kingdoms with the Dothraki army.

  Even knowing that she wouldn't be sent to the northern savages anymore, she khey had e to the city, and she ended up not going to the port out of curiosity due to her dition. When she heard that they were ing, she was immediately io stay hidden in her room, and a little frustrated with everything, she came here to try to calm her anxious heart.

  What she couldn't imagine was finding one of them here, especially someone like this girl, an enemy of her house, Stark...

  A Stark was the st thing she could have imagined, and she didn't know what to say as she looked at Arya, still a little paralyzed. She felt fear, fusion, anger, but what she couldn't help but feel the most was jealousy, because the girl seemed so happy aed... a plete trast if pared to her and her life.

  Despite being youhan Daenerys, Arya seemed happier, braver, and more beautiful than her, just by looking at the girl for a few seds while still holding the cat.

  Meanwhile, she had to flee from assassins, obey her brother ihing, be mistreated, and even be sacrificed like a breeding animal for him to get his army. She couldn't even express what she felt. Not that she could bme Arya for her family winning the war against the Targaryens and her having to flee when she was just a newborn fronstone and live the rest of her life running.

  "Hey, what's wrong with you?" Arya suddenly spoke in a harsh tone. 'Jon would disagree if he saw me talking to someone like this,' she thought, but she couldn't help but look strangely at the girl, who seemed more and more defeated after she introduced herself.

  Daenerys finally emerged from her depressive state and looked at her cautiously. "Sorry about that... I'm just a bit unwell since I woke up," Daenerys made an excuse.

  "You're not going to tell me who did this to you?" Arya still insisted.

  "No..." Daenerys replied with a firm tone.

  Arya simply sighed. "Alright. And you haven't introduced yourself yet. Who are you?" Arya asked.

  Daenerys seemed to hesitate for a moment, not knowing what to say, but ohing was certain: she couldn't reveal her identity. As she tried to meet the eyes of the girl in front of her and e up with any excuse, Arya took the initiative, growing a bit frustrated with the girl's hesitation.

  "You're definitely a desdant of Valyria, aren't you?" she asked. After all, this appearance wasn't exclusive to the Targaryens, so Arya associated her with being one of them. "You must have e from the southern cities, like Vontis and Lys, where yeics have been passed down to people in thions over the turies," she said.

  "Yes, yes," Daenerys responded with a little more fidence, seeing that the girl had given her a way out.

  "I'm from Vontis," Daenerys finally replied. "Ah, my name is..." She almost hesitated. "Viktoria, just Viktoria," Daenerys said, recalling the stories Ser Willem Darry used to tell them when they were children, before he died ahem in Braavos.

  "I see, Viktoria..." Arya murmured as she looked at the girl, not asking anything more. Arya still held the cat in her arms, whiow seemed calm, as if it were listening to their versation.

  Arya took her first look at the sea behind Daenerys and couldn't help but be surprised. "This pce seems to be beautiful," she ented as she gazed at the open space, seeing various corals and a rge reef scattered throughout the crystal-clear water of that side of the shore.

  "Yes, I e here when I like to think," Daenerys replied, while Arya, taking the initiative, passed by her and moved forward to look at the sea excitedly.

  "It really is very nice, but I've seen more beautiful pces," Arya said in the end with a slightly bold tone.

  It was at that moment that Daenerys looked Arya up and down, seeing beyond her beauty, something more. The girl, besides dispying a beauty above any other woman she had ever seen, dressed well with a skirt adorned with metals—something she had never seen before—while also carrying a sword. Moreover, she spoke fidently, despite being quite audacious and bold, in Daenerys's first impression. She had to admit that the girl knew how to verse and mastered the on tongue very well. Being the first Arti Daenerys had spoken to, this one was nothing like she had imagined, as she had expected savages dressed iher to protect themselves from the snow, as her brother had said.

  "You carry a sword? Wait, I reize that sword!" Daenerys couldn't help but be surprised when she saw the symbol on the sword's hilt. "Is that a replica, or is it the real one?" she stopped trembling as she asked this, after all, her brother used to read to her about their family from Ser Willem Darry's books.

  "Hm?! Oh, that... that is Dark Sister. Of course, it's real," Arya said, fused at first but soon opened a proud smile as she drew the bde slightly from its sheath, showing the bright, magical metal to Daenerys, who looked stunned and, in a way, ented by seeing something she never imagined: one of her family's legendary swords now in the hands of a Stark.

  Suddenly, the cat in Arya's arms meowed and began tle. With no other choice, Arya, with one hand on the sword and the other o, released the feline, which began to walk toward Daenerys as if to fort her, rubbing its body against her legs.

  Daenerys was surprised and approached, pig up the cat, which started purring in her arms, seemingly enjoyiouch. She couldn't help but smile at that, feeling calmer.

  "He seems to like you," Arya murmured in the end.

  "Yes," Daenerys nodded as she petted the cat. Arya began to sheath her sword but noticed something on it.

  "Wait, why is your sword marked?" Daenerys couldn't help but excim, surprised, and then she became embarrassed by her outburst, l her head as the cat meowed in her p.

  Arya suddenly started ughing at the girl's rea, finding it quite amusing before deg to respond. "Look, there are several names on this sword. The name of one of my favorite heroines, Visenya Targaryen, is at the top!" she spoke with a proud tone, showing the name engraved on the Valyrian steel, which was now being used by her almost 300 years ter.

  "You know her?" Daenerys couldn't help but be surprised.

  "Yes, Viktoria, I'm a big fan of the dragonrider. She wielded this bde while riding her dragon, Vhagar, and quered the Seven Kingdoms with her two brothers, Aegon and Rhaenys," Arya respohen poio another famous name. "Here, this name is Daemon Targaryen, who wielded this bde during the Dance of the Dragons."

  After that, Arya showed the name. "Brynden Rivers also used it, fighting against the Bckfyres about 100 years ago." She seemed excited with every name she mentioned on the sword.

  "The Bckfyres... a hundred years ago?" Daenerys murmured, feeling ented by eaame beiioned, even though the st one was a bastard, he still fought against the Bckfyres on behalf of his brother after their father, known as 'Aegon the Unworthy,' had left Westeros in chaos, and the legitimized bastards of House Bckfyre tried to take the throne.

  But the names didn't stop there, as Daenerys was surprised by the ohe is Jon, Jon ártica, the most skilled man alive in this era," Arya responded proudly.

  Daenerys was a bit surprised by this since her brother wanted her to marry this man, the leader of the people he called savages. "I've heard many things about what he's done ieros," Daenerys finally spoke.

  "Yes, Jon faced the Red Viper, Jaime Lanhe Mountain, Barristan Selmy—all warriors known throughout the Realm. He faced a few more, but none of them were as famous as these st ones. And Jon simply defeated all of them with ease! There's no one in this world who beat him!" Arya responded with a smile. "Not even the king was enough to stop him, and he used this sword to do it all! And now it's in my hand, I hope to be worthy of it just like my predecessors." Arya said, showing the st name engraved on the sword—her own.

  " you tell me what ártica is like?" Daenerys, in the end, took the initiative to ask, thinking it was a wild pce, but seeing this girl in front of her, she couldn't help but wonder if she was mistaken about her brother's tales while she kept the cat cuddled in her arms, with it purring passively at her touch. For some reason, she didn't mind it.

  "Well, since you want to know about ártica, I'll tell you a bit about what we find there," Arya said as she sheathed the sword and opened a big smile, excited to start talking about her life in her home, as there was nothing more thrilling for her than talking about Jon ártica's Kingdom.

  While the girls versed, Daenerys began listening to Arya sharing some details about ártica. Of course, nothing too signifit, but she talked about how beautiful the pce was and that, despite being beyond the Wall and having received many tribes from the North, the new inhabitants quickly adapted and started to receive formal education.

  Meanwhile, Jon was still in the meeting with all the magistrates, while Illyrio spoke and expressed his opinions on various goods, trying to secure a better tract.

  But Jon was firm and didn't allow any of them to get different ditions from the other cities he had already iated with. The men from ártica were waiting in the courtyard, while the royal guards didn't follow Arya because Jon had asked them not to, only keeping watch over her through Wars.

  Jon wanted Arya to stay there, talking with her aunt, who was easily sidered a sweet and easygoing person. She was a somewhat downtrodden, shy, and sad girl, which was no surprise given her difficult life. Knowing that she must have been frustrated after learning that her family was destroyed, and having to flee from murderous pursuers, even a violent brother who took out everything that had happened on her and wouldn't hesitate to turn her into a prostitute just to satisfy his desires to take the Iron Throne.

  Not only that, but it also seemed that she was involved in schemes with those she seemed to trust. However, Jon noticed how Illyriely acted against him, which made Jon realize that this man had tact with Varys, and they talked stantly after the raveicipated yesterday. They maintained a coded versation, and Jon was trying to decipher some of it. It was strahat they mentioned someone in particur, who was in the desert of Essos at this moment.

  He would try to look into it ter. For now, he kept trol of a cat, trying to fort the girl, issuing ands to the felio do everything possible to treat the girl well while caressing her arm the eime.

  Meanwhile, elsewhere, there was a man drinking alone in his room, emptying his fourth bottle that afternoon. He was drunk and frustrated, cursing anyone he could, even Jon, his uned Stark, and King Robert, who were the source of his ahis was her than Viserys Targaryen, his other uncle, more mad than the Sealord had described. Jon sidered him one of the worst possible people, w how a madman could have been born without even being poisoned by the maesters, as happeo his father. Although Jon didn't excuse his as, there was still some bme in the poisons the maesters gave him.

  Time began to pass, and two hours had gone by when the iation finally ended. "King Jon ártica, I am very pleased that we were able to rea agreement. It's a shame we 't iate more at this time, but I'm sure that if you want to discuss the wood and grain you're supplying to Braavos, Pentos will be very satisfied," said Illyri to get rid of Jon as quickly as possible, even though these items were not even part of the iation.

  "I uand. Very well, then we'll leave now. I'll go to my men," Jon said in the end, while Illyrio nodded. After greeting everyone, Jo ahead with his guard until he was finally led outside. But when Illyrio went to escort him to the port, he saw only the royal guards, with no sign of the king, who maintained a calm look, almost ughing at Illyrio's fusion.

  "Where is the King of ártica?" Illyrio asked, clearly fused.

  "He went to fetch his sister, the ahead," the royal guard replied. Illyrio felt a bit suspicious and frustrated, not wanting Jon to meet the Artis in any way. He had even locked Viserys with several bottles of wine for him to drink, and wheried to open the door, he would excuse it by saying he was too drunk to eve. After all, Illyrio had locked it and did the same with his sister to e. But Daenerys knew a way from her room to escape and go to that er where she found Arya.

  The versatioween Daenerys and Arya had finally e to an end after Arya had shared some things, like her training to bee a warrior. Of course, she avoided mentioniails about Jon's power and how he had shaped ártica from scratch, the Grand Weirwood, the Children of the Forest, the White Walkers, and Jon's dragons.

  "I see," Daenerys couldn't help but feel very ented by what she heard. She had never met anyone from her city who could talk so openly, ae Arya being a few years younger and a Stark, she had to admit that the girl had cheered her up a bit. She felt much better while keeping the cat in her p the eime.

  Arya had heard that the fields of ártica were blooming, filled with grains, fruits, aables, while the people lived warm, well-fed, and even being educated. Daenerys couldn't help but think that she might have jumped to clusions after hearing this, believing the words of the girl in front of her, who didn't seem to be lying.

  ártica didn't seem to be the wild pce her brother alropagated, but she was still curious in general, whether about the kingdom or even the king, whom Arya spoke of as someone incredible, the person she admired most iire world.

  And, as if called by fate, footsteps began to be heard in the corridor, and Daenerys became a bit frightehinking it might be her brother, who might try to attack Arya, especially upon seeing that she possessed such a well-known sword. He would certainly go mad.

  But as the person appeared in the doorway, it was her than Jon ártica himself, wearing his eldeal armor and his swords at his waist.

  "Jon!!!" Arya excimed as he ehe room alone, after telling his guards that he would do just that, passing by ary in the mansion without being caught.

  "Arya, I came to get you," Jon said calmly as he approached.

  "Yes, Jon, look! I met this girl. She is Viktoria; she es from the region of Vontis," Arya began to expin ily, with Daenerys maintaining her lie, although the Targaryen now felt guilty about it, already sidering Arya a good panion, perhaps even a friend at that moment, while Jon smiled at this.

  Arya wasted no time and tinued speaking. "She looks so much like Lyanna! Will your daughter be like her, Jon?" Arya excimed further.

  Although Daenerys was a bit fused by the mention that she resembled this Lyanna and was stunned when Arya mentiohat she was the daughter of the Arti king, she felt that Arya seemed very excited to meet her, speaking in such a friendly toe their vastly different lives.

  Jon nodded, looking at the girl who was staring at him the eime. Daenerys, upon seeing him, didn't even know what to say as she tio gaze at Jon. He sighed and stepped closer, notig all of Daenerys's injuries, and Jon couldn't help but feel even angrier now that he saw them in person.

  Daenerys remained frozen, seeing Jon ártica for the first time. Suddenly, she remembered her current appearand was not at all proud to show such wounds, immediately l her head in shame, not wanting to seem like an unattractive woman.

  Arya curiously looked at her newfound acquaintance, and Jon tio approach, raising his hand to Arya, indig that she shouldn't say anything as he stood in front of the girl, who seemed to tremble slightly with nerves.

  Daenerys was surprised as Jon simply appeared before her aly held her , lifting it so that she would look directly at him. Uo say anything, she just stared at him with her violet eyes while he studied her.

  "Why are you doing this?" was all she could mao say, her voice faltering uhe gaze of those strangely bright and firm eyes of someone in Jon's position.

  Jon might have been many things, but he wasn't the savage she had imagined. He dressed like a knight, maintained a serious fad fident steps. He was also a man she couldn't help but internally remark as handsome, more so than her brother or any other man she had ever seen. This held her gaze, even with the shame of her depressed, beaten, aed appearance. Her heart felt a bit chaotid fused while Jon, not looking at her with disdain, had a strangely geouch as he studied her wounds.

  Even Arya, who was standing beside them, was fused by Jon showing such care for a stranger, makihink that he might see his own daughter in the girl, just as she had.

  "Your wounds look bad, but they are only superficial. Your brother hasn't caused you any perma harm," Jon said calmly, while Daenerys felt shaken upon hearing this. She felt the ground slip from beh her at those words; after all, it was an indication that Jon knew who she was and what had happened.

  Jon sighed and took something from a small pouch he carried, which tained his dots, tracts, and a jar of special oi made by the Children of the Forest, something that could be sidered magical.

  "Take this and use it for a few days. You'll be fine quickly," Jon said as the cat finally left Daenerys's arms.

  He held the oi in front of her and pced some into Daenerys's hands with his free hand, maintaining a gentlehat only a man would show when seeing a retive suffer unjustly, especially at the hands of their own blood.

  "You'll be fier this," Jon said, still looking at her. "Let's go, Arya," Jon turo Arya, who still felt a bit fused by everything and by the attention Jon was giving to that strange girl, as if he knew her. "You wait for me at the entrance," Jon requested, and Arya nodded, a little hesitant.

  Arya began to move, while Jon leaned down once more toward Daenerys, intending to say something without anyone else hearing, while Daenerys barely uttered a word since he had made her look at him.

  "Listen, you'll be fier this. And one more thing, if you want to leave, I take you away from your brrasp and even from Illyrio, who is plotting to have you killed or to give you a very unpleasant fate alongside your brother. That's why I'm willing to take you away from here, but I don't want to do it by force. You have to decide. But I promise you that I will give you a much better life, where you won't have to worry about assassins, shelter, or food, and you will have the luxury of living like a true princess in ártica," he said, looking at the girl, who was staring at him as if he were delirious or as if she couldn't uand or absorb everything she was hearing from Jon. But he tinued.

  "After all, you're not the only Targaryen alive besides your brother. The Targaryen bloodliill lives, and not all ar's children are dead. Rhaenys is alive, and your older brother has another living child as well," Jon said calmly, while Daenerys just looked at him with wide, distrustful eyes, as if he were lying.

  "Your brother was he true heir to the Iron Throne. And even if he gathers an army here in Essos, he will never be able to cross the sea or quer Westeros with a bunch of Dothraki. That's why I'm inviting you to e to ártica. I'll be waiting for your answer, Daenerys Targaryen. I hope you make your decision because if you do, I swear by all my gods that I will give you a much better life than you've ever had." Jon said, and quickly turned away, leaving the girl there, paralyzed, still holding the oi he had pced in her fingers, as Jon disappeared down the corridor.

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