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

Chapter 97 - Artican Trade in Westeros 24 (Reach 04!).

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Thrid Person POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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Jon rode on his wolf, passing through the city while his men followed closely behind. They could see crowds gathering at the sides of the city, watching them as if they were beings from another world.

Jon kept his Smoker outfit on this journey as he had throughout, perched atop his wolf in such attire, with his wife wearing a black dress to match him, riding a horse beside him when she was not in the carriage.

"I suppose this is a common sight for you," Jon said to the commander of the guard who had struck up a conversation while helping them reach the castle.

"Ser Willian Flore, correct?" Jon asked.

"Yes, my lord," he replied, instructed to be respectful to Jon, although he could not be treated like a monarch, he still had to call him 'Lord,' despite having the same origins.

"You might say that, people always look at us with surprise, though sometimes it's fun to see their faces when they see the giants or the wolves," Jon said.

The man nodded. "I heard you come from north of the Wall, it's hard to believe you come from such a place, since all the wildlings live there," he said.

"That's true, but the Free Folk mostly aren't as you know them here in the south, there's really just a small part that invades the south, but they are like any people living in precarious situations, we've even found other races and forged an alliance among us," Jon explained.

"You seem like a good lad... Lord Articano, I thought I was doing well seeing my origins while I became an important man for the protection of the finest houses in Westeros, but you surpass me in that," he said, having lived a life as a bastard, he had experienced many things that Jon had in a kingdom like this, where they are strong in faith and as faith has a lot of prejudice against bastardy, Willian had not had an easy childhood in his biological father's house with his stepmother decades ago.

Jon understood what he meant. "I once believed I could become the master of arms at Winterfell," Jon began as he remembered times almost erased from his memory when he played with Rob at Winterfell before the arrival of the Squid, where he wanted to be someone and help his brother.

"You seem to have become much more than that, I'm happy for you," the man said sincerely, after all, it's not often that a boy of bastard origins achieves so much.

"Thank you, Ser. I also congratulate you on your achievements, I hope we can meet and exchange some sparrings," Jon said.

"It would be an honor for me, Ser. Garlan is equally eager to fight with you," he said.

"Garlan Tyrell's son? Speaking of which, how is the tournament going?" Jon asked curiously.

They continued walking as they talked and passed through the middle of the city, with one corner gathering a crowd as there were people with feathers and papers, either drawing the group or making music. His group followed close behind walking while Jon led the way, his wife and Arya a few meters behind watching Jon converse with the man.

"Yes, Lord Mace's son. The first phase has passed, which was the melee, and Ser Garlan won the contest, making my lord very happy," he said.

"Interesting, so how is the rest of the tournament schedule?" Jon asked curiously, since tournaments could operate differently from one another, depending on who organizes them.