[Chapter Size: 3000 Words.]
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Pessoa Thrid POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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"So the prince of Westeros is present..." Jon commented while seated in his chair dealing with nobles when the news came with one of his men, informing him of the large crowd at the castle's entrance.
"Understood... Let's wait to speak with him..." Jon commented.
The man from the North nodded and withdrew shortly thereafter, Jon continued speaking with some nobles and spent some time with his family as it grew dark and watched his sister practicing with a bow at the shooting range of the camp.
"You are getting good... I'm sure Ygritte would be proud..." Jon commented as he approached.
"Jon!" She greeted him, "You see, I didn't miss a single shot!" She exclaimed, pointing to the target board while having four arrows buried in the center point.
"Good job, as expected of my little wolf." Jon said.
"I'm not a child anymore for you to call me that." Arya immediately complained to Jon while he raised an eyebrow at her.
"I didn't know my little sister had grown to the point of no longer liking my comments..." Jon said with a smile while pretending to be offended.
"It's not that..." She murmured.
"And what would it be?" Jon raised an eyebrow.
"I..." Arya didn't know what to say.
"She means to say that childish nicknames do not make her a woman, Jon." Seryna's voice appeared beside them as she approached with a wolf beside her, "Our noblewomen from the Reach touched on the subject that they heard her brother, the Arctic king, had a sweet nickname and laughed a bit about her." Seryna commented and Jon was surprised by this while looking at his sister appearing more embarrassed.
"Wait, you care about the opinions of these southern women?" Jon was surprised by this.
"Of course not!" Arya protested.
"Jon, you have to stop calling your sister like that, anywhere she can be a subject of laughter." Seryna warned severely.
"Hm? I don't see anything bad, she's 11 years old..." Jon murmured.
"Jon, she's almost becoming a woman, don't forget that in our world, a woman marries at 15... you should know this." Seryna warned and Jon ended up scratching his head at this.
"I guess you're right..." Jon scratched his head, though it would be sad to stop calling his little sister by that affectionate nickname he even used in Winterfell, but he understood very well that this could embarrass his sister later.
"Thank you..." Arya said. It seemed that his sister was growing up and he had to respect that.
"Anyway, let's eat. After all, I want to go to bed early to meet the prince of Westeros tomorrow." Jon said.
"The archery tournament starts in 2 days, you can put me in it, right?" Arya suddenly asked.
"I'll see..." Jon said.
Then they headed to the main tent, had their meal as usual, and went to rest after a bath. Jon couldn't sleep as he planned that night while his wife rode him wanting him to please her, but being careful with her pregnancy.
The next day he got up in a robe as one of his guards called him from the entrance and he had already seen Garlan waiting at the entrance to escort him to the castle.
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Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT
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