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Thrid Person POV
Dorne, 295 AC.
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Jon headed to the feast after leaving Nyra Sand behind, returning to the artificial lighting of the lamps and the sound of the bards' music, while all the Dornish nobles were sampling their wares with his minister still conversing with them, explaining their functions and curiosities. Jon, despite feeling a bit odd about his interaction with the Targaryen girl, still looked on with satisfaction as the man from the North seemed to be handling the nobles splendidly.
"This is really good! I've never felt anything cold in my life, and to think that such a sensation existed!" said a lady to her equally surprised husband.
"My throat! What a strange sensation..." another Dornishman spoke wordlessly as he sampled the Dornish wine, which until then had been drunk warm, now with ice that melted into his drink as the temperature dropped.
"This is truly revolutionary! To think that we could experience this kind of luxury!" the man said.
Jon continued to listen to the nobles' conversation, but he wouldn't call it a luxury; ice was cheap, the advantage was the quantity Jon could bring. He didn't want to limit it to just noble consumption but also wanted the common folk to have access to the masterpiece of the icy lands. 'But that will have to be discussed in the trade meeting and speaking of which...' Jon looked towards the main table, where Doran was speaking with his son, pointing at him. Doran, who had imagined his niece having success and speaking with Jon, was a bit disappointed as he left the balcony alone, not long after Nyra had gone to him, then proceeded with the plan to hold the meeting with the man from the North, since Nyra hadn't managed to get any information from him.
Jon saw Trystane Martell approaching him before he returned to his table.
"Lord from the North. My father, Prince Doran Martell would like to congratulate you on the success your products are enjoying among the guests and wishes to start the trade meeting." Trystane said courteously.
"I understand, let me summon my people. And show me the way," Jon said as he moved towards the center of the feast with Trystane accompanying him.
"Lord from the North. Your sister is a rare beauty," Trystane continued alongside Jon, and he almost rolled his eyes at that. 'This guy wants to court my sister, through me?' he murmured internally.
"Well... I can't say the same for our father, so Arya was lucky to inherit our mother's beauty..." Jon said just to say something, while the Dornish prince seemed to laugh at that.
Trystane finally ceased his laughter with a comment. "That's great... perhaps one day we can be relatives," he said pleasantly, and Jon just shrugged, it would depend on Arya, not even his father would have the final word.
Jon approached his minister.
"Minister Junly," Jon called him, interrupting the conversation he was having with some nobles, and he turned to Jon respectfully. "My king, Prince Trystane," he said, nodding his head.
"I need you with me, as we negotiate with the head of House Martell, can we borrow him?" Jon said, turning back to the nobles jokingly, with a few polite smiles, they nodded politely.
Thus, Jon went to the main table, where Doran was already leaving with his guards, daughter, and brother.
"Do you want to come with me?" Jon asked his wives.
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Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT
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