[Chapter Size: 3000 Words.]
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Pessoa Thrid POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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"So the prince of Westeros is present..." Jon commented while seated in his chair dealing with nobles when the news came with one of his men, informing him of the large crowd at the castle's entrance.
"Understood... Let's wait to speak with him..." Jon commented.
The man from the North nodded and withdrew shortly thereafter, Jon continued speaking with some nobles and spent some time with his family as it grew dark and watched his sister practicing with a bow at the shooting range of the camp.
"You are getting good... I'm sure Ygritte would be proud..." Jon commented as he approached.
"Jon!" She greeted him, "You see, I didn't miss a single shot!" She exclaimed, pointing to the target board while having four arrows buried in the center point.
"Good job, as expected of my little wolf." Jon said.
"I'm not a child anymore for you to call me that." Arya immediately complained to Jon while he raised an eyebrow at her.
"I didn't know my little sister had grown to the point of no longer liking my comments..." Jon said with a smile while pretending to be offended.
"It's not that..." She murmured.
"And what would it be?" Jon raised an eyebrow.
"I..." Arya didn't know what to say.
"She means to say that childish nicknames do not make her a woman, Jon." Seryna's voice appeared beside them as she approached with a wolf beside her, "Our noblewomen from the Reach touched on the subject that they heard her brother, the Arctic king, had a sweet nickname and laughed a bit about her." Seryna commented and Jon was surprised by this while looking at his sister appearing more embarrassed.
"Wait, you care about the opinions of these southern women?" Jon was surprised by this.
"Of course not!" Arya protested.
"Jon, you have to stop calling your sister like that, anywhere she can be a subject of laughter." Seryna warned severely.
"Hm? I don't see anything bad, she's 11 years old..." Jon murmured.
"Jon, she's almost becoming a woman, don't forget that in our world, a woman marries at 15... you should know this." Seryna warned and Jon ended up scratching his head at this.
"I guess you're right..." Jon scratched his head, though it would be sad to stop calling his little sister by that affectionate nickname he even used in Winterfell, but he understood very well that this could embarrass his sister later.
"Thank you..." Arya said. It seemed that his sister was growing up and he had to respect that.
"Anyway, let's eat. After all, I want to go to bed early to meet the prince of Westeros tomorrow." Jon said.
"The archery tournament starts in 2 days, you can put me in it, right?" Arya suddenly asked.
"I'll see..." Jon said.
Then they headed to the main tent, had their meal as usual, and went to rest after a bath. Jon couldn't sleep as he planned that night while his wife rode him wanting him to please her, but being careful with her pregnancy.
The next day he got up in a robe as one of his guards called him from the entrance and he had already seen Garlan waiting at the entrance to escort him to the castle.
"So early?" Jon asked.
"Sorry about that, it's just that Prince Renly Baratheon is eager to see you, Arctic King." Garlan commented and Jon nodded, but shrugged.
"That's fine, but I will first eat with my family." Jon said without worrying about Garlan frowning or the opinion of the Prince of this kingdom, as long as he first had his meal with his family and men, one of the few moments they were together.
Jon took half an hour to be satisfied after going to the tent with his wife and coming back with Arya riding her wolf for them to depart for the Castle.
"Let's go, Garlan. Don't look at me like that, you know you can never interfere with a man's first meal." Jon spoke with a smile while Garlan was embarrassed, not wanting to disagree.
"Hey, Jon! Are you going to see the flowers again?!" Tormund approached Jon yelling as scandalous as always.
"Tormund..." Jon looked at him for a moment and thought of something that would be quite interesting to have by his side, after all, he had already seen the prince through his eyes in the sky. There was a royal guard beside Renly who seemed not to like him much, and he knew someone who could very well handle this man.
Jon had also easily discovered that Renly and Loras Tyrell were lovers and did not need to see them in a room to find this out, just how they looked at each other, not that it mattered, but he had this interesting information.
"Hey, why don't you come with us?" Jon suddenly asked.
"To go to the castle of flowers?" Tormund was surprised by this. "Sure, why not, I want to see what these flowers are made of!" Tormund shouted.
He quickly grabbed a horse and mounted, while Garlan frowned, knowing how rude this man was after his steward had commented about him.
Then they headed straight to the castle, and it did not take long to arrive after passing through a crowd.
Passing through the gate, they met the usual members, Willas and Margaery to greet them, but there was also Renly Baratheon himself next to a white cloak and Loras Tyrell, while there was a large public to watch the presentation with interest.
Jon looked frightened along with Arya as they rode their wolves, while the other Tyrells were already accustomed to it. Jon dismounted from his wolf and waited for his wife and sister to be on the ground before approaching with Garlan.
"You made the prince wait half an hour!" A voice emerged there before Jon could greet his hosts and it was none other than the White Cloak.
"..." The place fell silent for a while as Renly seemed to disapprove of his words with a look he gave his guard.
Jon was going to respond to him, just like his royal guards with a tone of respect, but then a new voice came from one of the men next to the Arctic royal guards. "Look, the white flower knows how to speak!" Tormund exclaimed mockingly leaving everyone stunned, after all, a white cloak was a respected knight everywhere in Westeros, and Tormund had even confused him with a Tyrell.
"What did you say?" The white cloak immediately was taken aback and demanded that.
"I'm saying the white flower knows how to speak, are you deaf?" Tormund demanded again, while Jon's royal guards began to laugh, even those who thought Tormund talked too much.
"How dare you speak to me like that, wildling?" The knight shouted and before he could react, Jon had his sword pointed at his neck.
"Dare to speak of my men like that again... And I will cut your throat. Whether you're a royal guard or a white flower as my own man called you." Jon said with a threatening tone while the whole place fell into a stunning silence.
Jon had no reason to act like this with the Tyrells, despite the pranks of Olenna, he could not have done anything with her, however, that changes when someone is openly provoking him, then he will act as such.
Threatening a royal guard was like threatening the king of Westeros, this made everyone immediately break the silence as all the swords of the Tyrell soldiers began to be drawn from their sheaths while his royal guards did the same, drawing their Eldenmetal swords and dismounting from their horse to protect the queen and Arya, while the wolves began to growl.
"The situation is getting out of control." Olenna on her balcony, frowned at this, surprised by the hostility Jon might act while her Wargs were already aware of the whole situation, if the first drop of blood were to run there, both the soldiers of the camp and the entire fleet would act.
Renly was eager to meet the Arctic Lord and with the advice of his royal guard and Loras, he decided to demand his presence so early, but, however, he was only informed of his departure from the camp half an hour later.
What he did not expect was the start of a conflict at this place, while the very sword of Valyrian steel was just a few dozen centimeters from his neck. Even swallowing dryly, he could not help but be enchanted by the weapon that gracefully reflected the morning sun. If he said he was not fascinated by that magical weapon, he would be lying.
However, he had to resolve the situation quickly before his entire diplomatic mission turned into a bloody bath in this place. Meanwhile, Loras also drew his sword and tried to push the prince back, to stand between him and Jon, who was clearly a threat. Even outnumbered, the soldiers still stood firm, waiting for any movement from the enemy or the order from their king.
"This is what I'm talking about!" The only one more excited among all was Tormund, who shouted while pointing his axe upwards. Meanwhile, the very royal guard of Westeros, was stunned with the blade pressed against his neck, touching his skin and slowly tearing it, showing that any movement would have Jon pierce his neck.
"I see that threatening a royal guard seems a great insult to everyone here..." Jon began. "However, you insulted me and my men with no respect. Do you think I care if you are a royal guard? Doubt that I could slit your throat? Just say the word and I will stain this ground with your blood." Jon threatened him, looking into the eyes of the man who seemed to have a glint of fear between them for Jon. Since this man did not imagine his situation would end like this.
"Wait!" Renly Baratheon broke that silence, not letting Loras push while he approached Jon. "I ask for forgiveness for this man, it was not his intention to offend you. King of Articana, we may have started on the wrong foot, but I ask that you forget this and let us talk, I am sure that a conversation between us will be better than a shedding of blood." Renly quickly pleaded with Jon.
Jon stopped looking at the royal guard to look at the prince of Westeros, he seemed to be someone communicative, but Jon noticed that his speech was so gentle... But still, he decided to greet him. "Hello, Royal Prince, Renly Baratheon" Jon greeted him, still keeping the sword on his royal guard, while everyone still remained tense, wondering what would happen.
"We can talk peacefully as long as this man is not present, otherwise, I will turn my back and we will no longer talk, even if this insults your house." Jon said, leaving the prince stunned by this.
The royal guard tried to exclaim, but felt pressure on his neck again as a thread of blood emerged. "You don't understand, Ser. I don't care if you are a royal guard, as long as you have no respect for my men. You will not have my respect and, believe me, people who don't have my respect, tend to die or come very close to it..." Jon spoke calmly.
"Wait, King of Articana... I apologize for your situation. I will comply with your demand," Renly spoke. "It was not my intention for things to get to this point. I will ask him to withdraw." He really did not want to lose the opportunity to meet Jon because of the arrogance of his royal guard.
Meanwhile, Ser Boros, looked stunned at his prince, not imagining that he could simply be dismissed by the order of a wildling from the north. "My prince... you cannot be serious..." He said with some difficulty while his neck was being pressed.
"Enough, you've caused enough trouble. Your dislike for our foreign guests is causing us problems, so please, retire, Ser Boros," Renly spoke sternly, as the man basically had to obey, moving out of the blade's reach and starting to walk the opposite way. Jon let him go and did not insist on it. The man himself spat on the ground, looked at the other Articans with disdain, and began to leave.
"What? The white flower is already leaving?!" Tormund exclaimed, mocking.
That was the last straw for Ser. Boros, as he drew his sword and looked towards that redhead. "You dare mock me, wildling, come here and fight then," He exclaimed challenging Tormund.
The place fell silent as Jon had already sheathed Darksister, but what left everyone even more stunned was Tormund's cry of joy at the challenge. "Hahaha. Finally some action after all this boredom!!" He exclaimed holding his axe and began walking towards the soldier beside the group.
Nobles began to gossip, while the soldiers were tense with a potential conflict, and the ladies looked shocked and screamed in fear. Ser Boros, although a bit surprised at first, quickly narrowed his eyes. "At least, I'll kill one of these wildlings and show that one should not mock the royal guard." He murmured.
Tormund simply approached the man and raised his axe to strike without wasting any more time. As it came down, the blade of the eldenmetal axe quickly clashed against the polished metal of the royal guard.
An explosive sound occurred, with everyone surprised, but no one making any move to stop them. After all, it seemed like a fair fight. Everyone around watched intently. People quickly gathered around, hoping the royal guard could defeat this man from the north, as the reputation of the royal guards made everyone believe they could overcome all their adversaries, even Jon Artica who had already earned his reputation in this castle for being undefeated; no one could say he would be better than the 7 white cloaks.
The blades exchanged, and everyone was surprised when a man from those lands managed to fend off the royal guard with his strikes. After all, he did not open any gaps against the wild man, and the fight continued, axe against sword for a while, until Tormund seemed to laugh at him, mocking while the man grew more enraged. "Come on, White Flower, is that all you can do? You southerners are so weak," he said while parrying the sword. "This is boring."
The man, already infuriated, began to attack irrationally. This created an opening for Tormund to strike so hard that the man's sword flew backwards, slipping from his hand. "You lost your stick?!" Tormund exclaimed with a smile.
"Go Tormund!" Arya shouted to the man.
Ser Boros seemed out of options, and while Tormund simply dropped his axe and punched the man in the face before he could react. Everyone was shocked by this. Tormund immediately fell on him, punching his face several times nonstop, while the man was smeared with blood.
"Stop, Tormund!" Jon demanded, as everyone was ready to advance and stop his man from beating the royal guard.
The northern man stood up, with a smile, while the royal guard had his white cloak stained with blood and his face was just a bloody mess, it's very likely that his teeth had been broken along with his nose while one of his eyes was swollen.
"It seems your royal guards are not as good as the rumors suggest..." Jon broke the silence while everyone couldn't believe what they were seeing, and he continued looking at a speechless Renly. "Anyway, it seems your guard won't be able to accompany us for a while," Jon said, with a small smile at him.
"So, do you think this giant can't beat a white flower?" Tormund shouted to the Artican royal guards, shaking his head with scandal, but with a satisfied smile on their faces.
"How do you still want to negotiate today, Prince Renly?" Jon spoke, breaking the silence as the Tyrell men went to examine the fallen guard.
Renly swallowed hard. He tried to maintain composure, after all, he never thought he would be going through such a thing. "No, King Articano, we can still have our conversation. I apologize for everything that happened," he spoke gallantly, though still stunned, but tried to maintain composure.
"Great," Jon said, raising his hand while the man began to do the same. "Now, let me introduce: my wife and my sister." Jon introduced while the group watched cautiously at the side, while several members still looked stunned by the scene of the royal guard being carried away.
Willas finally came out of his daze as well. He tried to control the situation. 'Well, I guess we can put all weapons down, right?' he spoke as all his men began to sheathe their weapons. The same could be done by the Artican royal guards. He was forced to sigh and saw that his sister was still frightened, but the same could not be said of Seryna and Arya.
"Well, I will let my sister take care of your wife and sister again, while I will accompany you along with the prince and my younger brothers," Willas spoke, and Jon nodded as they began to move, with his Artican royal guards keeping watch, attentive to every royal member's movements.
Jon accompanied Willas, Loras, Garlan, and Prince Renly to a suitable place for them to talk, while in the background, Tormund continued boasting behind them, as the Tyrell soldiers didn't know what to do about that rude man.
Meanwhile, Jon had the impression that he could very well deal with this prince; he seemed quite receptive and was curious about what the capital and the King thought of him, even though he had some spies in King's Landing.
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