[Chapter Size: 3200 Words.]
---------------------------------------
Pessoa Thrid POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
---------------------------------------
Note: I noticed that I sometimes confuse the name Arctic; you may consider Arctic, Articans, and Arctic to be the same.
They returned to the room of their first meeting as they settled in. "Take me to my chair... my boy," Olenna requested, settling into her place, while the rest aligned in their groups.
"Well, let's begin..." Olenna spoke, and Jon nodded next to his wife and cousin, although he was not with his ministers, he would pass on a report to them later in a meeting.
Jon began talking about his products; it was an initial meeting and would still take many days to reach an agreement, but even so, as he did with Dorne, he made it very clear that his prices were fixed and would not be changed.
Jon knew that even if they tried to sell their items at a higher price, there would be competitors in other kingdoms like Dorne, having to use more competitive prices, and the market would self-adjust without him needing to keep monitoring it.
"Alright, we'll keep that in mind..." Olenna said after hearing Jon's demands about the prices of his products. "I heard that you negotiated a port with Dorne... which seems quite surprising..." She said, wanting more information, a foreign kingdom creating a port on the southern coast on the other side of the continent is quite surprising...
"Yes... that is true, it will be a means to supply both Dorne and any other part of the region," Jon said.
"So you plan to trade with the Free Cities?" She asked, and Jon shrugged, knowing this was quite obvious information.
"Yes, after we visit Westeros, I plan to go to Essos in a year..." Jon said.
"Interesting..." Olenna murmured while Margaery next to her was silent for a while.
"I'm sure you will succeed in this venture, after all, ice is a revolutionary producer in the Free Cities..." Willas decided to give some praise and Jon nodded.
"Now let's get down to business, you told my grandson you would like to buy many horses, but are horses from the Reach suitable for you in the north?" Olenna asked curiously.
"We have all the plants and trees the Reach can offer... so the answer is yes," Jon smiled at the old lady, who nodded with a smile.
"That's good, let's start a list of your demand," she commented.
They continued negotiating all of Jon's demands while he tried to get the best price for his demands.
The meeting finally ended as it was noon. "Would you like to have a meal with our family?" Olenna asked.
"Sorry, but I have some things to do at my camp, can we leave it for the next time we meet?" Jon suggested, and Olenna nodded.
"Alright, I'll be waiting for that," she said.
"I will accompany the Artican king to the exit, Margaery, can you accompany our ladies?" Willas suggested.
"Yes, of course," she said and accompanied the two Artican women.
"I would like to see you in the courtyard again tomorrow, I need a rematch, Artican king," Garlan said as Jon nodded, seeing no problem with that.
They began to follow the group while Olenna calmly waited, with her grandsons returning a while later, "Did everything go well?" she asked.
YOU ARE READING
Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT
Fanfiction"This is the first time I've ever written, decided to translate this fanfic and finish it." Jon Snow, a boy destined for a life of contempt by almost everyone around him, but a divine intervention can change everything. The boy who will pave the way...
