Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 77 - Artican Trade in Westeros 04 (Dorne 02).

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Thrid Person POV

Dorne, 295 AC.

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Silence enveloped the atmosphere of the place for a while, Jon and Nyra Sand stared at each other in a unique way as if everything around them had vanished, leaving only the two of them, yet neither of them uttered a single word, just two pairs of eyes, one grey with a green circle and the other purple, locked onto each other here.

Nyra was the first to break the silence amidst the hostility of the locale. "Hello, my name is Nyra Sand. I apologize for my uncle. He did not mean to offend and if he did, on behalf of House Martell, we humbly ask for forgiveness." Nyra spoke in a non-political tone.

Jon still stared at her, wondering who she was and why she seemed so different from any woman he had ever seen. "I want to leave, your uncle wants to provoke us, we came for business, but it seems he is not receptive, so we are leaving, this was until your uncle wanted to threaten us." Jon, despite feeling odd about the girl, still maintained a firm voice, wanting to leave Dorne.

The girl wanted to punch her uncle at that moment, but she kept her calm and spoke with the intention of not letting them leave without speaking to her adoptive father. "Please! We apologize for the misunderstanding, my father is very interested in speaking with you, we will compensate you for the misunderstanding, just give a chance to meet the protector of the south, I promise you won't regret it." She said, not wanting Jon to leave.

Jon just stared at her for a while, his men were ready to act at any moment behind him, so they waited for their king to decide, while Jon looked at her, thinking for a brief moment, he no longer planned to stay, but this girl caught his attention. Then with a sigh, she spoke again. "As long as you arrange our stay, I think we can meet your father." Jon commented, making the Dornish men relax a bit seeing the giants lowering their huge weapons.

The girl gave a small smile before looking at those giants for the first time and even felt a shiver thinking about the kind of chaos they could cause if Oberyn had entered into conflict, Nyra went back to her uncle, who seemed a bit cautious still, imagining he must have been quite surprised since those giants got off the ship and he was about to face such creatures head-on.

"Uncle, I hope I can take it from here..." Nyra approached and spoke to him, finally snapping him out of his daze to look at his niece.

"Yes... I'll let you take over..." He said reluctantly, but not being able to do much about the situation.

Nyra nodded and turned her attention back to the man from the north. "May I know your name, I wasn't here when you announced it." He asked calmly.

"I am Jon Ártica, responsible for the fleet and a newly-formed kingdom a few years ago." Jon spoke calmly.

"It's a pleasure, Jon Ártica, I am a Sand, I hope this won't bother you while I'm leading you through Dorne..." He commented, hoping his response wouldn't be negative.

"No, it doesn't bother me, your uncle seems to have hostilities against the Starks, their blood runs through my veins, I hope you and your father won't have issues with that like your uncle did." Jon commented, looking into her eyes.

Nyra couldn't say she wasn't a bit bothered by that, but she kept calm and still wanted to know more about this man. "No... I don't mind and my father certainly won't mind either, as I mentioned before, we will compensate you for the troubles caused by my uncle." She commented and asked her guards to make way through the crowd and turned back to Jon.