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

Chapter 110 - Artican Trade in Westeros 37 (Reach 17!).

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Pessoa Thrid POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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"How do I look?" Seryna approached wearing an Artican dress in the darkest color the kingdom's tailors could produce.

"Beautiful as always," Jon said while putting on his tuxedo.

"You made your ministers wear this same type of clothing..." she said.

"Of course, I prefer this fashion over the traditional noble attire of this kingdom. It gives us personality," Jon spoke with a smile.

"It is indeed striking, but anyway... Arya is waiting for us outside, shall we?" Seryna said, and Jon nodded.

He raised his arm while she intertwined hers with his like a couple and they walked outside.

"You finally arrived!" Arya commented while waiting in her favorite dress, colored in shades of gray.

Not only Arya was there, but also their ministers and royal guards wearing more festive clothes than their Eldenmetal armor.

"Let's go then," Jon said, ignoring his sister's complaint as there were some carriages for them, which took them to the castle.

The party had already started when they arrived a few hours later, so there was not much flow of other nobles with almost everyone inside the Tyrells' hall.

Willas, as soon as he heard of the arrival of the Artican group, left the party at his grandmother's command to receive his guests while approaching the courtyard as the carriages arrived.

Servants brought a tray and placed it beside Willas. The carriages stopped in front of them and began to open the doors, with Jon emerging with his family, while the ministers and guards disembarked from the carriage behind.

Jon approached with Seryna by his side. "Good evening, Lord Tyrell," Jon greeted him.

"Good evening, King of Artica... I hope you are having a pleasant evening," he greeted back.

"I hope so," Jon replied.

"Anyway, welcome to our banquet. I am sure it will be enjoyable, and we have bread and salt as a commitment to uphold all guest laws," he said, while Jon took from the tray as a tradition of Westeros.

He took a bite, and Willas continued his escort as they began to head to the castle. "Please, follow me," he started to guide them inside while the Artican carriages parked beside the others in the courtyard with some guards protecting them.

Jon's camp continued with their usual festivities, lighting a huge fig tree while dwarves, giants, and men celebrated among themselves. The fire was so large that Jon could see it from there, standing out among the other nobles' tents over the castle wall before Jon followed Willas inside. He would be there as usual, but today was different.

He followed Willas inside the castle until they reached the grand hall closed with many guards at the door and a herald waiting for them.

"Lord Willas, should I announce them?" the herald asked respectfully to Willas, who nodded. The man began to enter the door with a small opening and closed it.

"We will be called in soon," Willas said, while Jon took his sister's arm on his free side and stood behind Willas as the door began to open at that moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome the group coming directly from Artica as special guests of Prince Renly Baratheon and the Tyrell family. The Reach is honored to receive the Artican Delegation," he announced as the door fully opened, revealing the grand hall to them. The place was immense, with tables spread out everywhere, where all the houses were seated, with the smallest nobles near that door and the most inside the place near the main table, being the most important houses of the Reach with the main table itself being the most significant.