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

Chapter 106 - Artican Trade in Westeros 33 (Reach 13!).

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Pessoa Thrid POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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As Olenna approached the group of young women chatting, Willas was presenting his stud to Jon, starting with a dun-colored, rather large warhorse. "Look at this breed, King of Artica, it's native to the northern reaches of the Reach, in more mountainous areas. It's an excellent horse for rough terrains. It may not be the fastest, but its stamina is unparalleled. It's even used for transporting goods at times, though I wouldn't recommend wasting such a unique breed on that sort of thing," he explained.

Jon nodded in agreement, examining the horse with keen eyes as he approached. He touched the animal, even forming a small connection with it, seeing its memories and how it was treated. Its life, in just a few seconds, appeared well-cared-for, and it seemed that even though Willas wasn't its main caretaker—after all, he had many duties as the heir to Highgarden—he still made time to visit his horses over many years. This one in particular, since it was just a foal when it was brought here.

He appreciated how the crippled man treated his animals, earning some respect from Jon. "It's a fine breed and well cared for..." Jon admitted, stroking the animal.

"We have many breeds, King Jon," Garlan commented from beside him. "Our horses are better than those any other kingdom can offer, I assure you," he said. Jon nodded as he looked around the stable filled with horses of different breeds, with strong, shiny coats, maintaining good height and muscle mass.

"I'm very interested in taking a large batch from you," Jon said. It wasn't yet the negotiation phase, but it would be soon. He had only hinted at the initial amount, but he wouldn't mind spending much more to acquire thousands of them, and his money wouldn't be wasted investing in horses.

"That's great, I'll be reaching out to many of our suppliers... to advance our negotiations then," Willas commented, as he began to present more horse breeds to the foreign king.

Meanwhile, in the garden, the women were conversing among themselves, especially the local nobles who were questioning the foreign woman in as many ways as possible...

"May I join you, young ladies?" A voice emerged as Olenna Tyrell appeared before them with a slight smile.

"Grandmother!" Margaery immediately stood up as did everyone else, except for Seryna and Arya, who didn't quite understand the reason for this, not that Olenna took offense, she ignored it and turned back to the young women of the Reach.

"Come now, no need to greet me in such a manner, just fetch me a chair so I can join you and have the opportunity to get to know our guests better, I'm very excited to learn more about them..." She spoke in a playful tone.

"Yes, right here grandma!" Margaery's cousin, Mina Tyrell, pulled a chair to the table from another one that was unoccupied.

"Thank you... my dear," she said, sitting down as all the other ladies did the same.

"You're here, it's good to see our future family member with us..." Olenna turned to Lady Leonette Fossoway, Garlan's fiancée.

"Yes, my lady... I will always be here and Lady Margaery honors me with her invitation," Lady Leonette Fossoway replied in an enchanted tone, while Seryna and Arya remained silent.

"That's good, I'm sure Garlan would like to see his bride today," she said, looking towards her future granddaughter, then continuing, turning her face to the guests the next moment. "Since he had a defeat in the courtyard to Jon of Artica," she smiled.