Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 103 - Artican Trade in Westeros 30 (Reach 10!).

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Thrid Person POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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Jon's wolf continued walking ahead of his group, alongside Ser Garlan, who occasionally cast glances at Jon.

"I've never seen anything like it... What style of fighting is that?" Garlan asked after witnessing how Jon had maintained a stance he had never seen before, one that had been lost a long time ago, with Jon rediscovering it through greensight, similar to Damon Targaryen during the dance of the dragons.

Jon's style involved using two blades, wielding Dark Sister on one side and an Eldenmetal sword on the other. However, he adopted a different stance when wielding a single sword. Jon fought with speed, despite his strength being greater than any man's, giants included, who could not face him; perhaps only Seryna might surpass him in this regard. Jon prioritized speed in his combat, not even Oberyn, who specialized in such, stood a chance against Jon in Dorne.

"I was lucky to learn something like this..." Jon commented.

"Did you learn this beyond the Wall? It's hard to believe... You must have brought a master from somewhere..." Garlan couldn't help but ask. As a knight, the martial arts always attracted him, especially since he had to maintain control over the Tyrell vassals; his father was not suited for this, his elder brother was inappropriate due to a serious issue with being lame. There was Loras too, to help in a potential war, but he was still very young, despite being an excellent knight.

"Maybe..." Jon simply left it hanging, not wanting to answer the question.

"..." Garlan did not comment, though he wanted to know more, he would not press this man.

"They are looking at us with fear..." Arya, coming behind with her wolf, pointed to a group of people at the tents.

"They are talking about Jon..." Seryna commented on her horse, with a small smile. Normally, they would be there to see the giant wolves, but Jon was the topic after all, the news that he had killed the knight who offended him the day before had spread like wildfire through the camp.

They continued on to the castle, the place once again stopping to let Jon pass, something quite common with curious looks for a man and a girl riding wolves larger than horses. At the entrance of the castle, Willas and Margaery were waiting calmly.

They waited until the group approached to dismount from their rides, with five royal guards on other horses accompanying Jon and his family. Everyone approached Garlan and the two hosts.

Jon noticed Margaery's gaze on him, but ignored it and focused on Willas to greet him first. "Lord Willas..." He said and then turned to Margaery. "Lady Margaery..." He said with her looking at him with a sparkle.

Margaery's gaze on Jon was not just because she found him attractive, the most handsome man she had seen, but also for how brave and unbeatable he was, earning some respect as he maintained a firm stance against her grandmother despite the prickly words, but Jon acted with his head held high, something she rarely saw, maybe only in Lord Redwyne and her grandfather, Lord Hightower. However, Jon was just a boy her age, which impressed her greatly.

The event of yesterday also helped her to have more intense eyes for the man who was king of a nation beyond the wall, his resilience and even how unbeatable he was, breaking the nose of the man who offended him and even killing him this morning according to the rumors, as if he had slaughtered an animal.