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Thrid Person POV
Dorne, 295 AC.
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Jon returned to the party after the negotiation, leaving the Martell family still quite wary of him after his display.
It didn't matter what they would call him now, likely a sorcerer, but that wasn't relevant as he saw his wives still seated at the table with no one bothering them, the guards making sure of it.
"You finally came back, how did it go?" Jon approached and Seryna asked quietly.
"Shall we go back to the room?" Jon asked, already wanting to rest.
"Please." Ygritte spoke, wanting to leave.
"I want to as well... I don't want to see the prince of sleep inviting me to dance." Arya spoke with dissatisfaction, Jon looked at her for a moment.
"Didn't you like Dorne?" Jon teased his sister.
"Do you think I'm going to live here." She spoke leaving no room for further questions, after all, Arya wasn't foolish and knew about political games, but she didn't want to leave the north and she would do everything to stay in Ártica.
After that, everyone got ready to return to their rooms, Jon asked the ministers to continue at the banquet, as they would still be quite useful with the Dornish nobles getting to know their products and placed some guards to advise them not to speak important matters of the kingdom if they drank too much, Ártica was a mystery to all there and Jon had to dodge many questions when he talked with these people.
So they began to withdraw, returning to their rooms. "Finally, I couldn't stand listening to that Dornish music anymore," Ygritte complained as they settled into bed.
"Well, you'll have to endure it for a few more days, since we need to pick up some materials as we negotiate over the next few days," Jon said with a sigh.
"Anyway, I'd like to try my husband one more time," Seryna spoke, approaching Jon with a seductive tone.
"You guys can have sex, I'll just be sleeping today," Ygritte spoke, indicating she would sleep due to her nausea.
Jon looked at Seryna as he kissed her forehead. "Alright, your husband has a lot of energy... But..." He spoke and turned back to the wall. "We need to deal with the intruder."
On the wall, there was a servant who had been ordered by Doran to spy on them before the banquet, he hoped to see something interesting there, but unfortunately, he didn't notice the snake at his side while darkness covered it.
"I can see those naked women!" He said to himself, but heard something next to him and his face turned surprised, coming face to face with a snake showing its tongue, he didn't have time to react as the red viper sank its fangs into his neck. "AHH!"
Seryna looked at the wall hearing the scream. "These bastards," She murmured angrily.
"Don't worry, it was just an easy rat to deal with," Jon spoke, and now seeing that he was alone with his wives, he began to take off his clothes.
The night passed while Jon and Seryna made Ygritte not sleep properly, and at dawn, Jon went out with all of them to join Doran for the first meal, wearing more casual clothes in the Arctic style.
The Martells' table was filled by the whole family, many looking at Jon with much caution after what happened yesterday with the snake, while Quentyn was oblivious to the events while looking at Jon with disdain, unlike the others.
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