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

Chapter 105 - Artican Trade in Westeros 32 (Reach 12!).

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Pessoa Thrid POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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The people of the Reach continued their morning activities as usual since the tournament celebration began. The city was teeming with shops selling goods and wares, bards taking over the square, and a few men taking a spot in a small crowd discussing the latest news.

"I saw it, I swear. The man who commands those giants and rides monster wolves, he killed a knight effortlessly, slashing through his armor as if it were nothing!" He exclaimed to the crowd, standing atop a crate with a pot at his feet, collecting donations from those who liked his news.

"That must be a lie!" A commoner disbelieved his words.

"It's true, you can see for yourself with the nobles!" The speaker insisted, as he always infiltrated camps to gather information and make some money from the common folk, who loved to hear gossip about knights, ladies, and great houses, like gossip among themselves.

"I don't believe a savage can defeat a knight of the realm!" Another exclaimed, the people having blind faith in their knights, so they didn't like what they were hearing.

"You may find it absurd, but it's real, I saw it too!" Another commoner spoke up. "And I wouldn't be so quick to call him that, have you seen his soldiers?"

"It doesn't matter, they won't be able to do anything!" The first commoner insisted mockingly.

"Did you forget they killed a knight, you idiot?" A woman mocked her fellow.

As they argued this and other matters, the bards were also present, trying to gather every piece of news to incorporate into their songs.

Meanwhile, in the castle itself, the sound of metal rang out in the small courtyard as Jon and Garlan continued their duel, their swords clashing constantly, creating a deep metallic resonance that to many present was a beautiful symphony. Servants and nobles alike were enthralled.

Jon, despite his unique swordsmanship style and physical advantage, held back against his opponent so as not to swiftly emerge victorious, not wanting to offend or humiliate the man before him, who so far had given Jon no reason for enmity. So, he kept pace with the fight.

"Go, Garlan!" Mace appeared at one of the windows beside his wife, watching the fight and hoping his son would emerge victorious.

"It seems my grandson has found an opponent he cannot defeat... the tales of the fight against the Red Viper seem to be true..." Olenna appeared beside him, walking slowly and observing the fight with interest. Though not an expert in swordplay or any martial art, she was still a political master and that also meant reading people, so it was clear to her who was exerting effort and who was struggling.

"Do you think Garlan will lose, Mother?" Mace seemed shocked by this; he had great confidence in his son after he won the melee.

"Yes." She simply said, while Alerie Tyrell looked concerned and her husband still stunned by his mother's conclusion.

Garlan was well aware of this too but stood firm against Jon, trying to make Jon use everything he had against him. "Your fighting style is truly admirable, King Artican," remarked Ser Garlan, as Jon felt his footing, maintaining balance in the fight.

The swords exchanged blows for the next 6 minutes, still working with precision as they circled each other, until Jon decided to end it, starting to advance against Garlan with more speed and force. The knight struggled to keep up, feeling the pressure. He tried to regain his balance, but Jon was already advancing into one of the openings he created, hitting him with such force on his sword that it went backward, he moved his sword and stopped, putting Darksister against his neck, leaving Garlan staring at it, stunned.