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Jon Arctic POV
Arctican Realm, lands beyond the wall, 295 AC. a week after.
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The day finally arrived, Jon left his dwelling armed with his eldenMetal armor, exiting that place to meet up with his wives, also properly dressed for the journey.
"Finally, Jon!" Arya complained by his side, eager to depart.
"Don't be so hasty, Arya, let's go," Jon said and led the women, there was only her here, and the farewell would be at the port.
Exiting the sacred woods, they each took a mount, Jon rode Ghost, almost 3 meters tall, while Arya had another wolf of 2 meters, and Ygritte rode a shadow cat that Jon had given her, as he did with Seryna, and Seryna had the same mount for the occasion.
They joined a group of royal guards, all armored with the finest designs from Artica, giving an appearance that would even make the golden cloaks blush. After they started moving, they finally headed to the port.
The Artican populace, knowing their king would depart, formed a crowd to watch the procession while Jon and his queens were surrounded by royal guards. Unlike the Seven Kingdoms, the Artican royal guard system was made up of 50 members, none of whom were deprived of starting families. However, there was an oath in front of the grand weirwood, that they would never harm those they swore to protect unless it led to the destruction of the kingdom, an oath that would echo through the ages, preserving the kingdom even before the royal family.
In their armors, besides being beautiful, there were inscriptions that were the foundation of them all, their gods, their land, and the royal family, in order of importance. These 50 people were chosen in detail, raising history and potential, Jon had made potions available that changed them, making even more powerful warriors. This group was also made up of 40 humans, 10 dwarfs, and 10 giants. Besides the royal guard, there was also the protection guard, where the number was larger and the races were more balanced.
Arya seemed the most excited, she waved to the crowd joyfully, and many shouted at the girl they had known for her pranks over the last years. The route continued until they reached the port on the east side of the kingdom as they passed through a central avenue. Arriving at the port, 200 ships were almost ready to depart as the men made the final preparations.
After clearing the way, Jon dismounted from the armor of phantoms and went to speak with the dwarf responsible for logistics by Thor's side.
"How are things?" Jon questioned.
"My king!" The dwarf exclaimed and bowed his head down as a salute, as did Thor, but no one kneeled. "Almost everything is ready, we just need to fill the stock of your main ship with gold," he said while pointing to the men loading carts with gold ingots. Jon didn't turn them into golden dragons precisely because he had to put Artican resources into other areas, and he hadn't yet formulated his entire plan for the Bank of Artica while the economy didn't become something common in Artica.
"I see..." Jon was satisfied seeing the amount of gold being loaded.
The mines never stopped providing resources, the true north had never been explored before, but the geological structure here was quite special. Artica, located to the north of the continent, is characterized by its varied topography, with ancient mountains, deep valleys, and a subsurface rich in quartz and feldspar. This composition is the result of volcanic and tectonic activities that occurred millions of years before the current era, shaping the landscape and the mineral substrate of the true north.
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Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT
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