Jon Snow sighs as he watches another shopper in the market, protecting a cloth business. Apparently, there was a lot of theft in Volantis, so much that every business hired mercenaries for protection, of course, there were also the black mercenaries as the acrobats called them.
Mercenaries who were hired by thieves as spies, distractions, or muscle support for robbery.
Jon faced a few of them, they weren't much, and they were usually just burly guys without any skills.
Arthur told the legend of when he protected a maiden from seven sellswords, Jon didn't believe a word he said.
Sam is investigating Volantis, while working as an accountant for the Green mercenaries, battle was never his style, Grenn complained every now and then about the jobs they had, Pym remained silent.
The boy sighed, Ghost remained in the bar, apparently the heat of Volantis was affecting him more. It didn't affect him as much, like the language, he could speak it after a few days, but not perfectly.
" Careful" the boy heard and turned to see a man falling and another man leaving the place quickly, he was wearing a very wintery coat for the heat in Volantis. It didn't fool him and he took the man's hand.
" What are you doing, mercenary? Let me go now. Oh, I'm calling the guard" the man said, Jon saw that he was skinny.
"Excuse me sir" Jon heard and his contract, the boss of the fabric store approached.
Jon didn't flinch, he squeezed the man's wrist and the man let out a shriek.
" What are you doing?" asked the store manager.
Jon didn't say anything, he squeezed harder and the man fell to the ground.
"Give it to me," said the northerner.
The boss blinked upon hearing this.
"What?" the man asked in pain.
Jon squeezed even tighter.
"Ah, stop, stop, okay!" the man sobbed and put his other hand in his coat and pulled out a piece of gold cloth.
The shop manager looked on in amazement, Jon let go of him and the man ran off. While Jon handed the cloth to the manager who continued to look at him in amazement.
" How?" asked the boss.
" Too hot for that coat," the boy said, shrugging his shoulders.
Then Jon reached the for lying man.
"You should go with your friend, before the guard comes" he whispered to the man, who became intimidated and left the place quickly.
" Are you letting them go?" asked the store manager.
" I am a mercenary, not a guard, I have no authority to arrest them" he indicated.
The guard arrived minutes later, the boss explained the situation to them and Jon gave them a description of the thieves.
He arrived at the tavern a few hours later.
"Jon, it's great that you're here. The boss of the fabric store is pleased with your work. I'm going to promote you" Arthur clarified.
Jon frowned.
"Promotion, how does that even exist here?" he asked confused since besides Arthur as the boss and Adam as negotiator, Jon had not seen any other ranks.
"Of course, you didn't know," Arthur said confused.
The boy looked back past Arthur at the mercenaries who were shaking their heads after Arthur said that.
"So, besides Adam as negotiator and you as boss, have you promoted anyone?" Jon asked.
Arthur looked at himself uncomfortable.
" Err, yes" he muttered to himself.
Jon raised a brow.
" HAHAHA, never mind that, now you are a second-rank mercenary, they speak well of you, and I have a job for you protecting a noble" he indicated with a smile.
Jon bit his lip.
" And I guess that has nothing to do with the fact that the guards caught the thieves I kicked out of the store, and that made me famous" Jon clarified.
Arthur had a nervous smile.
"They caught them? I didn't know what a good guard we have" he said to himself.
"But you knew about the thieves" Jon clarified.
Arthur sighed, then laughed again.
"Well, well, never mind, a noble named Aven Tronk specifically asked for your contract, it seems that you did a good job, you don't talk much and you don't steal is a good resume," said the head of the greens with a laugh.
"I don't steal either, boss, send me," said one of the mercenaries at the table.
"You? Do you remember the last time, I sent you on a simple escort mission and you ended up sleeping with a slave, they stole everything from the noble!" Arthur shouted.
"He was an idiot, and the slave was hot," the mercenary defended himself.
Arthur laughed out loud as if he didn't care in the least about the bad reputation.
"True, she was good... But you still give us a bad name, because you're not like Jon, or Ghost, there that wolf became our symbol without doing anything more than sleeping and eating" Arthur indicated.
The others turned to see the wolf being petted by a pair of children (Children of the mercenaries).
"But it became our symbol because it's cool, boss, you just took it so that our flag wouldn't just be a piece of green cloth," said another mercenary.
"Of course not. I always thought a wolf would be a good symbol, I just couldn't decide until I saw Ghost what it would be" Arthur clarified.
But the other mercenaries looked at him without believing him.
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Arya cursed the Lannisters, Robert, and Sansa. She was happily training with Sirio, the water dancer her father hired to learn needlecraft, when the guards attacked and Sirio was left fighting them, covering his face with a toga and waiting in the streets of King's Landing.
"Stark arrested"
"They betrayed King Robert"
"There will be war with the north"
These were the words the girl heard as she grew more and more desperate.
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Jon was standing with his arms crossed at the side of the door of the place, the noble was inside the tavern, it was a high-end place, it was noticeable in how well decorated it was, at the entrance some companion slaves were waiting for them, he could see the noble talking to his counterparts, each one seemed to be very satisfied, with a slave of no more than fifteen different hair colors sitting on his legs, they also did not feel any shame when they felt the nobles' hands run over them from time to time.
The mental image was unpleasant for Jon, being from Westeros, the only thing close to slavery were the Iron Men, and they didn't even abuse them that much. Essos was a very primitive continent according to the northerner's tastes, the Night's Watch didn't sound so bad anymore.
" From the West, right?" the boy heard and turned to see a middle-aged man, robust. A little bald, in shape.
Jon thought he saw a northerner.
"Who are you? Do you look a lot like…? Not impossible, it's in Westeros, you're a northerner too, right? I'm Jorah Mormont" said the man.
Jon recognized him, his father had told him that he was a great warrior in the Greyjoy rebellion, but he had contracted marriage with a Hightower, which almost left him penniless, and he sold bandits as slaves to Essos, to obtain money.
'Father looked for him but Jorah Mormont escaped, perhaps he hid in Essos' the boy thought.
" Jon Snow, also from the North" he indicated.
Jorah frowned and nodded before walking into the tavern and approaching his customer.
The boy closed his eyes trying to hear something.
"Repent"
"How much will that cost?"
" Targaryen "
The words surprised Jon, but he couldn't hear anything else, as the fact that the name of the Stark's enemy family was mentioned made Jon very uncomfortable.
The door opened and Jorah stepped out with the nobles, Jon following a few feet away. He tried to listen to the conversation, but Jorah Mormont was cautious, speaking in whispers and making sure the nobles could hear but not go beyond a radius of a few feet. Jon only caught words that the nobles repeated.
"Wedding"
" Dothraki"
" A good gift"
The boy then noticed a shadow approaching the nobles, without hesitation he jumped to attack with his sword raised.
The nobles screamed as the attack happened and fell to the ground, Jon's reaction saved their lives.
An assassin with a sword and his face covered by a hood was struggling with Jon, Jorah drew his sword and prepared for two more coming towards him.
Jon saw five others approaching from the sides, after using a strong attack against the one he was fighting, he threw his sword to the ground after the force of Jon's attack, and it pierced his stomach.
"Behind me Lord Tronk" Jon demanded, the nobleman and his companions did not hesitate to hide behind and Jon raised his sword to see the other five, Jorah eliminated his two opponents and supported Jon.
The five assassins rushed at them, Jon attacking and Jorah defending. Jon fought back, driving the assassins away from the nobles. He killed the first one quickly, charging at him at great speed, with the tip of his sword piercing the assassin's heart.
" Quick attack" the boy muttered.
He moved with great agility, his sword striking the sword of one of the assassins as he dodged the thrust of the other, his quick and coordinated movements raised the assassin's sword, threw it into the air, while he struck the other with a kick. They were shocked by the speed, so much was the shock that they could not see that with two quick movements Jon cut his neck.
Jorah watched as Jon finished and approached the last one, killing one of his attackers by running him through, and saw the second try to tie him up when Jon ran him through the back.
The boy felt adrenaline rush and a bright light blinded him. He opened his eyes and saw himself back in the white room.
" I leveled up, good " the boy thought, continuing to rest, since he knew it would be of no use when he returned to the real world.
He quickly selected the Player Menu. On the screen his status appeared, And his skills.
Name: Jon Snow
Level: 3
Skill Points: 2
Exp: 0/130
You may spend two skill points.
Skills:
Swordsmanship Level: 2
Strong Attack: Gives an attack bonus.
Cost: 15 mana
Quick Attack: Gives a speed boost.
Spends 20 mana.
Magic Invocations Level: 1
Animal:
Small fish (Random, no more than 10cm)
Small animals (Mouse, beaver, rabbit, crow)
Survival:
Piece of meat (Cow/Pig/Chicken/Fish), knife, tent, wood.
Magic:
Equipment, everything creatures kill, create, or gain, gives experience to the user.
Cost: 10 mana
Does not cost mana to maintain.
The boy knew that he could obtain a summoning upgrade with his points, but he preferred not to do so, for now, he had to improve his physical abilities. He refused to use the skill points and pressed Exit.
Are you sure you don't want to use skill points?
Jon pressed yes, everything lit up, and when he opened his eyes he saw Jorah let out a sigh.
" You were good, I owe you Snow" the mercenary thanked.
Jon said nothing, the nobles moved and beat on the corpses.
" Hahaha, I told you he was good, young but effective... The greens are getting better and on top of that they are cheap, HAHAHAHAHA" Aven Tronk said. The other two nobles laughed too and promised to hire the greens too.
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Robb looked coldly at the map in front of the table, the Lannisters were attacking the Riverlands, Robb knew it was a consequence of having arrested Tyrion Lannister, but it couldn't be much more, an assassin had attacked Bran, and Monique, a friend of his mother, recognized the assassin's dagger as one he lost in a bet against the Lannister.
His mother reacted and took the Gnome to the valley to be judged by Lisa Arryn, but he was saved and Tywin took revenge on his mother, invading the territories of her house.
His father as Hand of the King tried to prevent that, sending a squad to arrest Tywin's fiercest warrior on the mountain, but with his arrest that stopped, and now his uncle has a Lannister invasion on his lands.
What's worse, his father is in prison, his sister Sansa is a prisoner of the Lannisters and there is no news of Arya.
" Maybe join Stannis? " the boy thought.
"I wish Jon was here," he muttered to himself.
"The bastard couldn't do anything," Catelyn Stark said.
Robb looked at her annoyed.
"Jon, he wouldn't have arrested Tryon Lannister in front of everyone," he told her.
Catelyn bit her lip at being compared to her husband's bastard son.
"My lord" he heard and turned to see the Blackfish who heard him.
"We should start planning, we can't do anything about something that's already happened or wait for people who aren't here, we're at war" indicated the experienced Tully commander.
Robb nodded.
" Yes, it is true, Lord Brynden, excuse me Mother" he clarified and turned back to the map.
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Jon arrived at the tavern the next morning, and saw Arthur talking to a woman, no older than fifteen, attractive. She had brown hair and dark eyes. She had a tattoo of a teardrop on her cheek, indicating that she was a concubine slave, or as they call them in Westeros, a bed warmer.
Arthur saw Jon enter and motioned for him to come closer.
" Good morning Jon. First of all let me congratulate you on your splendid work, four assassins, and well trained according to what Mr. Tronk told me, left me a nice reward in gold and also, let me introduce you to Jen, a concubine slave as you can see, she is a gift from Mr. Tronk for your good work" said Arthur.
Jon opened his eyes in shock and horror.
" Boss, I'm from the North" he clarified.
The boss nodded.
" Yes, well I understand that it is difficult for you, it is a delicate subject there" he indicated.
"Illegal" the boy corrected him.
" You're not in Westeros" Arthur told him angrily.
" Is the master not pleased with me? " asked the girl.
Jon gulped. And Arthur sighed.
" It's not your fault Jen, he's a foreigner" he explained.
Then he turns to Jon.
"The slave is yours, you can do two things, make her work or free her, and to free her before you ask you must pay a freedom fee, currently for a young woman it is extremely expensive, about 600 honors " he indicated.
Jon gulped. He couldn't have earned that much money even if he worked a whole year.
But Arthur smiled arrogantly as if he had had a brilliant idea.
"I predicted this would happen, that's why I have a proposal, I'll ask my father to hire you as a bar assistant or waitress. How about that, am I not amazing?" he said.
Jon looked at him with a furrowed eyebrow.
"Calm down, the boys will make sure nothing happens, most of them have a family member in slavery so they treat the slaves well" he indicated.
Jon pointed to a mercenary.
"Wasn't there one who slept with a slave?" he said.
Arthur shrugged.
" It was consensual, according to him. And there were no complaints from anyone except the nobleman" the boss clarified.
Jon turned and got a good look at the girl, she reminded him of Sansa's best friend.
"Is it okay with you to work at the bar? They won't touch you, I promise" he clarified.
The girl looked at him curiously, she didn't seem to mind or was used to being touched. She shook her head.
"Very well, Jon will receive half of your salary, in a few years you will be able to buy your freedom" indicated Arthur.
"Why would I take her money?" Jon asked.
Arthur looked at him.
" Whether you like it or not, she is your slave, it is normal that you receive a part of what she earns, if you don't like it, you can use that part to pay for her freedom" he indicated.
Jon sighed and nodded.
" Well, if everything is said... Welcome to the Green Company Jen. You heard! Jen here will be our new WAITRESS! Let's celebrate! " exclaimed the leader looking for an excuse to drink.
Everyone jumped out of their seats and started shouting congratulations and asking for free drinks.
Jon could see Arthur's father cursing in the kitchen.
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Sansa had been in her room, begging Queen Cersei to forgive her father, and she had told her that she should send a letter to her brother to stop the hostilities against the Lannisters.
Sansa wrote as the queen told her.
She couldn't help but think that her father was doomed, and she was terrified. Joffrey had insulted and humiliated him.
Now she understood that Arya was right about the prince, he was a monster and Lady had paid with her life for that, and now her father was on the line.
" But father is King Robert's best friend? King Joffrey wouldn't kill his late father's best friend, right? " she thought to herself.
The door knocks and the queen enters.
"Your majesty" Sansa bowed.
" Nice manners, if only the rest of your family were like you, my dear dove" the queen muttered and looked at her with pity.
" Your brother ordered the Lannister forces to attack, I'm sorry Dove, but now there is nothing King Joffrey can do to prevent war," she said.
"But the letter? Didn't it reach him?" she asked.
" Perhaps you are right. Perhaps he has not arrived yet, but Robb Stark will be considered a traitor like your father. At best, they will be condemned to the wall" the queen finished.
Sansa lowered her head.
" Don't worry, dear, I'll take care of you" the queen whispered, stroking her head as if she were her pet.
[T/N: F*cking C*nt, take that manipulating b*tch's HEAD!]
After that, she retreated and Sansa fell to her knees.
" Robb is a traitor" she murmured.
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"So, Mormont?" asked a young man with a strong, sharp face, silver-blond hair, and lilac eyes.
" Everything is ready, the merchants will come to the wedding as expected, your majesty King Viserys."
The king nodded.
" I do not like to negotiate with those filthy Volantis, but I have to admit that it is better for them to have Valyrian blood in their bodies, than the beggars of Braavos, the iron bank that dared to reject me, they called me a beggar king... Oh they will pay when I take what is mine, the iron throne, the seven kingdoms and put the heads of the Baratheons, Starks, Lannisters, and Arryns on pikes around King's Landing, their turn will come" the king muttered angrily.
" However, it is not yet time, Your Majesty. You must prepare a large army to eliminate your enemies, and the iron throne " they heard and saw a very corpulent, obese man appear. He had a ring of precious stones on each finger and a yellow beard that had been oiled and divided into two parts.
" Well, you finally honor us with your presence, Illyrio Mopatis, and from what you say, my army might not arrive with Khal Drogo and his Dothraki, didn't you promise that? " the king indicated.
The man bowed his head.
" Of course, with the princess's marriage to Khal Drogo, she will have her fleet, but they are not yet ready for Westeros. Keep in mind that the Dothraki are fierce land warriors, they don't fare so well at sea, the merchant indicated.
" Let them vomit on the ship and that's it, now why are you really here? " asked the king.
" News from Westeros, your majesty. One of your enemies has fallen and two more will follow soon" Illyrio indicated.
" Tell me" ordered the king
"Robert Baratheon died in a hunting accident" the magistrate clarified.
The king looked annoyed.
" I was hoping to kill him myself, but hey, he at least has children and his brothers are here, right? " he asked.
Illyrio nodded.
"Two boys and a girl, Joffrey was crowned, Myrcella is a few years younger and Tommen is the youngest" he clarified.
" Ha, crowned, Robert's brat, a useless like his father, it doesn't matter, his head on a pike in front of his family, and his brother, with whom I will use Valyrian fire and his sister, mh, I'll keep her as my personal whore, let the lords of Poniente know what will happen with the betrayal, their children burned alive, their daughters in the king's bed, hahaha" he indicated.
Jorah didn't say anything but he didn't seem comfortable in the place.
" As for the others, well although it may sound surprising, Eddard Stark is about to be executed for treason" he indicated.
"What?" Jorah asked incredulously.
The king turned to look at him.
" Excuse me, Your Majesty, I was surprised, Stark is extremely loyal to Robert, after all" he indicated.
Viserys nodded dismissively.
" As I said, Eddard Stak is in the dungeons of the Red Keep, his eldest daughter Sansa is a political prisoner of the Lannisters, his youngest daughter is missing, his heir has risen in rebellion against Joffrey, and he is in a guerrilla war against Tywin Lannister" clarified the magistrate.
The king laughed out loud.
" So good Ned will be executed, or how nice, his heir and Tywin will kill each other and that opens my way to the throne, perhaps I will take Sansa as a whore too, if why not, I will kill the others, I will keep the daughters and I will leave my descendants in the rock and the north" he clarified.
[T/N: I now remember why I stopped watching GOT, boils my blood even though I understand this is actually accurate to what happened in the past.]
" As if that were not enough, Eddard before being accused, declared that Robert's children are the product of incense by his queen and her brother, Jaime Lannister, that has made Robert's brothers, Renly and Stannis, declare themselves kings each, and now they are in the middle of a war" he indicated.
The Targaryen growled.
" No one is king. Only me. I am the king" he clarified.
" Of course, Your Majesty, once the princess marries Khal Drogo you will have your army, regarding that, I took the liberty of sending some new servants to the princess, it seems that she has... doubts, about her future husband" indicated the magistrate.
Vizerys threw a glass of wine to the ground.
"Danny will do what I tell her, she will hand her ass to all the Dothraki in the world if I say so" the king exclaimed.
" Of course your majesty, I'm just telling you what I know," said Illiryo.
Vizerys calmed down.
" Danny will do as I tell her, in the past I thought about marrying her to follow the Targaryen tradition of sister wives, but no, perhaps my children can follow the tradition, now what matters is getting my army" he indicated.
The king closed his eyes.
" So Robert dies and the Baratheons, Starks, and Lannisters are killing each other, after Jon Arryn's death a few months ago this is the best news I've had in years," he said and started laughing.
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"Did something happen?" a figure muttered.
"Can't you see it?" a voice asked.
The figure was silent for a few moments.
" Brandon Stark is still in a coma, but I still can't see him completely, since his wolf killed the assassin, what I see is blurry" the figure indicated.
The brightness of the sun reached them, the figure that spoke was an old man who was fused with a tree and the other was a human-looking creature like a girl who was dressed in branches and flowers.
" I thought the green seers see everything that happens" the girl clarified.
The man looked at her emotionlessly.
" We see everything that happened, what happens and will happen... As long as it is what nature decrees" he indicated.
" Are you saying that something unnatural is happening with Brandon Stark? " the girl asked.
" Something is blocking my vision, what is it? I don't know, but it's not something natural, it's magical, ancient, new, strange... I don't know" he muttered.
"Do you want us to go ahead?" the girl asked.
The man shakes his head.
" No, he must come to us on his own, otherwise all this will be for nothing" the man finished.
" Yes that's true…"
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"Are you okay?" Jaime asked.
Cersei looked at him as he looked out the window.
"Everything will end," she muttered.
" There was no choice, the king decided to sacrifice Stark" he indicated.
" You know what this means, even if we have Sansa, the North will rebel after this, it will join Stannis or Renly... Those traitors. I'm not talking about defending the Riverlands, this time it will be an attack on King's Landing" she said.
Jaime sighed.
" There isn't much choice" he muttered.
"This is all a mess," she said.
Jaime looked at her and kissed her, Cersei responded to the kiss with devotion.
[T/N: Incestres SLUT!]
" Stay here and take care of me and the children" she begged.
Jaime denied.
" Father called me" he muttered.
Cersei moves furiously.
"And as always, the good boy obeys all his orders" she clarified.
Jaime raised an eyebrow.
" I obey them as much as you do, don't act innocent, Cersei... I will go to the battlefield to defend you and the children... The Starks... No, all our enemies will fall" he finished.
[T/N: I will have a stroke while Translating this book. If you are enjoying the book then leave a comment, write a review, and drop some stones. If you can't wait for more chapters then check out the P@treon for advanced chapters. Also, check out my other book by the name of {Invisible-A Harry Potter FanFic} it's quite good.]
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