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

Chapter 78 - Artican Trade in Westeros 05 (Dorne 03).

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Thrid Person POV

Dorne, 295 AC.

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Jon followed the Artican group into the room where Doran Martell awaited them. As they entered, the richness of details filled the room, with Jon being quite amazed by the historical value surrounding him, highlighting the history of Dorne and the Martell family.

The hall was large and spacious. At the front, a man sat in the only chair on a small elevation, patiently waiting for them. He curiously examined them, with Oberyn also waiting by his side with his daughters, and on the other side, there were some youths whom Jon guessed to be legitimate children.

A Dornish herald announced their presence immediately, already gathering all information about them as they were on their way; "The eminent entourage from the North, under the leadership of Jon Artica, enters our glorious hall!" He announced, and there was more respect shown to them than at the port.

Jon approached as the group walked behind him, keeping his eye on the man who studied him the entire time while seated in his chair. Jon stopped a few meters below the elevated area and waited for the herald to announce the man so as not to break etiquette.

"You are in the presence of Doran Martell, head of House Martell and the protector of the south." The man briefly spoke his titles, and Jon looked at him before bowing his head slightly for a light salute, while the man did the same.

He looked at him for a while and broke the silence for the first time. "I must admit I was quite surprised by 200 ships passing through the Stepstones with an unknown flag unlike anything ever seen, I wondered who this force could be, apparently emerging from nowhere..." He commented and continued. "Now, receiving more information about it, I admit I was quite shocked that the little northern boy I heard about many years ago has grown to the point of having a great force under his command. You now call yourself, Jon Artica, king of that realm I heard about more than 3 years ago, but I still wonder how you were able to build all this... I always heard stories about you a few years ago, maybe because they reached this end of the continent, they seemed distorted and surreal, but everyone said you are blessed by the old gods... Would you mind if you answered this last statement." He said calmly while everyone looked at him with curiosity, especially Nyra Sand, who had heard the stories of little Jon but never believed those tales when younger, but now seeing him in person, maybe not everything could be said to be a fantasy.

Jon looked at him for a moment and finally decided to speak. "You may classify me as such, after all, I owe everything to my gods." Jon admitted, he was not religious like the children of the forest, the witches of the woods, or some in Artica, but certainly acknowledged that if it weren't for his gods, he would never be where he is now.

"I see, now let me introduce my family, you have already met my two daughters who are with you, I hope they have treated you well." He said while Arianne Martell and Nyra Sand remained close to Jon as they led them.

"I have nothing to complain about the ladies." Jon spoke calmly.

Doran looked to the side where his brother was, now silent. "I heard about your misunderstanding at the port, I hope you were not too offended, House Martell would not like an enmity with such an interesting group and we will compensate you for it." Doran declared while Oberyn still remained silent, knowing he had erred.

He continued, "Now let me introduce my other 2 sons, Quentyn Martell and Trystane Martell." He announced as the boys greeted with a small nod of the head as Jon and Doran had done.