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Thrid Person POV
Dorne, 295 AC.
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"Good morning!" Jon woke up to Seryna looking at him.
"Good morning, my wife," Jon commented with a smile, while his half-open eyes admired the woman by his side.
"Hm..." Ygritte moaned beside him, waking up as well, while Arya was in a separate bed. Jon had no sexual relationship with his sister present in the room, so they slept peacefully and woke up with a light sleep.
"You're already awake..." Arya appears, approaching the other bed while scratching her eye and stretching.
Jon got up and began searching for a suitable outfit for the day, opening the chest and putting on some simple formal clothes.
"What are we going to do? Can we go train?" Arya asked, wanting to fight.
Jon turned to her while putting a garment over his current one. "Not in the castle courtyard, you can go train with the Artican soldiers at the entrance," Jon said.
"I see. I'll do that then," she said, opening a smile excitedly.
Jon turned back to his wives, also getting out of bed. "Can you stay with her? I plan to go to the castle's library, only if you want to join me," Jon spoke, knowing his women were not very fond of books.
"Yes, Ygritte needs some air, so I'll stay with her and Arya," Seryna said, and Jon nodded.
Jon left the room with his family and went to meet the Martells for the first meal, where he again saw them positioned at the table before they arrived and settled down with an initial greeting. Jon also noticed how Arianne was looking at him, thinking her father must have instructed her to try and seduce him.
He just ignored her and went back to eating while exchanging a few words with Doran about various topics just out of politeness. Nyra seemed a bit thoughtful during the dinner, Trystane quiet while his brother seemed to have some fear of Jon since the incident with Oberyn happened. They left the place as soon as they finished eating, and while some royal guards followed his wives and sister, Jon went to the library of Sunspear.
Which was not hard to find after a servant led him to the location, some nobles still being in Sunspear, greeted him, but there was always a fear. Jon was known for controlling various snakes, and everyone was so afraid that they did not protest him stopping to control something that could kill them at any moment, after all, none of them could even explain how he did something like that.
He didn't care about the nobles as it was his ministers who would take care of foreign relations, so he continued until he finally found the place, his guard opened the door and checked for any danger before letting Jon pass, who as soon as he entered, found the maester carrying some scrolls while leaving.
"Maester," Jon greeted him calmly.
"Lord Artican," the man spoke, greeting humbly.
Jon saw the man pass by him, but did not like at all how that man looked at him, it clearly seemed like he was his enemy, something more intense than Oberyn ever gave.
"This guy... I must keep an eye on him..." Jon concluded and looked at his guards. "You too. Do not let him get close to any of my wives or sister, understand," Jon spoke sternly, and the men nodded.
"Yes, my king. We will warn the others too," he spoke.
Jon then looked at the library while finding where he could start and picking up some books that he was unfamiliar with, mainly about the ancestors of the Martells.
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