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

Chapter 98 - Artican Trade in Westeros 25 (Reach 05!).

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Thrid Person POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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Jon approached calmly and stopped in front of the family. A silence seemed to envelop the atmosphere for a few seconds, while both parties assessed each other. Mace Tyrell, as the official representative of Hightower, should have initiated the introductions as the host, but he remained staring at the boy from the north with his mouth slightly open.

After all, Mace had not expected anything he had heard, aside from some rumors. Even the boy's strange attire caught his attention, having never seen anything like it, with Jon choosing neutral colors with his black and white outfit, much like his wife beside him, unlike the colorful garments that all the nobles of Westeros liked to wear—after all, colors signify beauty among the nobility.

Willas, seeing the silence, decided to take the initiative to introduce instead of his father, although it was a breach of decorum, he had to start, and being the heir of Highgarden, it would not be a problem.

Clearing his throat, he addressed Jon: "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Artican." He began, looking at Jon with a respectful nod. "My name is Willas Tyrell, heir of Highgarden. It is an honor to have a man like you, who has lately been making news throughout Westeros." He spoke calmly and then continued after the initial greeting.

Pointing his hand towards his brother beside him, "This is my brother, Garlan Tyrell, also a brave knight, who, incidentally, won the current melee combat in our tournament, bringing honors to our house and to my father." He spoke, while Garlan himself nodded with a slight movement of his head, looking at Jon with a calm and even calculative glance. Jon responded in kind.

Willas did not stop there, pointing to the girl at the other end of the line. "This is my sister," Willas began, "Lady Margaery Tyrell, the flower of the family." He introduced her as the girl picked up her dress from side to side and raised it with a light curtsy and a smile, keeping her eyes fixed on Jon's. Jon also nodded to her.

Willas had to turn his attention back to his parents due to Mace's stalling, with a bit of embarrassment, after all, this was a huge breach of decorum. "These are my mother, Alerie Tyrell, and my father, the patriarch of Highgarden, Mace Tyrell." Willas said.

Mace heard that and finally snapped out of his daze, clearing his throat a bit more formally. "Yes, yes, that's right. Well, it's a pleasure." He said, ending with a bit of a stumble.

Jon nodded and decided to speak for the first time, "It is a pleasure to meet you all, Lord Willas, Lord Garlan, Lady Margaery, Lady Alerie, and Lord of Hightower, Mace Tyrell." He introduced himself and began to introduce the people behind him.

"I am Jon Ártica, sovereign king of Ártica." Jon spoke without hesitation, after all, he was a monarch and, even though others called him Lord, he could not deny that he was one—what kind of king would he be if he hesitated to say that he was responsible for an entire kingdom?

It was somewhat amusing to see how the people in front of him frowned or were surprised to hear this. But without dwelling on it more, Jon continued, trying to be polite and rational, even as a king: "I may be a king, but you can still consider me Lord Artican, after all, these lands are not my domain and I am here on business, not to prove things that I consider important only for my people." Jon spoke.

"Now let me introduce my ladies beside me, this is my first wife, Seryna Ártica, and beside her, as many of you must know, is my sister, Arya Stark." He introduced.