Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT [Book - 1]

Chapter 95 - Artican Trade in Westeros 22 (Reach 02!).

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Thrid Person POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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While Jon and his men would remain on their boats in the coming days, the raven sent by the Florahart family finally saw Highgarden in the distance, flying towards the place. Meanwhile, there were two eagles playing in the sky above that space. Jon wanted to see where his hosts lived and saw a large city full of trees and forests, with the Tyrells' huge castle with large gardens and a vast area filled with trees like a small grove for the local nobles.

Jon was surprised to see a heart tree there, but he should also know that as a family oriented towards that, it would be normal for them to have a sacred tree along with their collections planted on their lands.

What caught Jon's attention was not just the large number of people walking around the place, while servants and knights attended back and forth with large families surrounded by nobles entering and exiting Highgarden, but the huge number of tents positioned next to the site, there were at least 300 tents.

'So this is the tournament... let's have a look...' Jon thought as his two eagles went to a huge site that had been set up for the games among the nobles.

Meanwhile, the raven with the Florahart message landed softly on the maester's tower. "What is this..." The maester, responsible for filtering all messages, took the scroll from the raven's feet and began to unroll it.

"This is curious..." He said, taking a blank scroll and writing another letter with a raven from the citadel, he placed it on its feet and sent it flying to notify the order that Jon Artica is in Oak Garden and wanted permission to come to Highgarden.

After watching the raven head southwest, he returned to the scroll he received and began descending the raven tower, going to see his lords, heading to a special room where Olenna liked to have her tea often alone.

He approached the door and saw that Lady Olenna was arguing with her son at the moment.

"You want to use all of our best wine for all the guests, don't be foolish, waste it only on the great houses, you fool!" Olenna snarled at her compulsively ostentatious son.

"But what will they think of us?" Mace argued, unable to meet his mother's eyes due to always being intimidated by her.

"Sometimes I wonder if you really came out of me..." She murmured. "The lesser nobles serve only to be our vassals, we need to worry about pleasing houses like the Tarlys, Redwyne, Hightowers, Oakhearts, Fossoway among others, small vassals, we don't need to worry about spending too much from our coffers." She complained.

"But mom..." He spoke, but was immediately cut off.

"Enough! Stop being so foolish and leave if you're going to waste my time." She said, asking him to leave. The famous and portly Mace Tyrell, leader in name of the house, had to lower his head and withdraw with his mother dismissing him.

She returned to her tea at the table, while her face continued to be covered with a scarf removing her frontal part, after all, she had her own style.

As soon as Mace opened the door, he encountered the maester with the scroll in hand, but he didn't care, which could not be said of Olenna, raising her gaze.

"Enter maester... I hope you come with good news, especially about the northern fleet, I heard their ships freeze the sea, do you believe that?" She asked in her unique and bold way. He ignored the man who was supposed to be the head of the family, and entered to see the real head behind the Tyrells.