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

Chapter 113 - Artican Trade in Westeros 40 (Reach 20!).

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Pessoa Thrid POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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The atmosphere in the arena quickly grew and was boiling with excitement. What was initially thought to be a rather boring competition by everyone, especially the nobility, took a turn when a child decided to participate. It was a girl from the high nobility, adding to the thrilling bet between Jon Ártica and Renly with Olenna. People developed a new perspective on this contest, capturing their attention.

"Father, do you think the Articans will win this competition?!" Desmera Redwyne asked, her gaze admiring Jon as she saw her knight on a white horse.

"I don't know... but it certainly has become interesting. But will that Artican archer truly prove the confidence the Artican king has in him?" Paxter Redwyne commented.

"Our brother is competing... But I don't think he will win," Desmera didn't hesitate to comment.

"You think our brother can't win? He is the best archer in all of Arbor!" Horas, the heir, defended his twin.

"Don't be hasty, Horas. Your brother is certainly a great archer, the best in our family, but the field is full of skilled ones. Our knights are very skilled, whether with a lance, a sword, or a bow and arrow..." Paxter Redwyne said with a tone of lesson.

Meanwhile, many conversations were happening around the stands.

"Arya Stark competing in a tournament made for men and commoners... that is certainly wild. She seems to have truly become one after traveling beyond the wall..." A lady mocked, though they were no longer claiming Jon had kidnapped her.

"It seems that despite her blossoming beauty, she is not all that..." Another lady from a social circle that Arya and Seryna did not know mocked, seeing the little girl in the crowd.

But this was not limited to unknown ladies; even those who had met Arya and talked to her in the past days looked at it with disapproval. However, if Arya knew their thoughts, she would drop the Lady posture her brother always demanded of her and call them Stupid, despite feeling embarrassed by Jon's nicknames and how the nobles found it ridiculous. But she would never give up her war skills, no matter what people said.

"Now, let's all get to your positions before shooting your first arrow!" The Judge shouted as the target was seen. It was a tree trunk set diagonally. This was the eliminatory test, as there were at least 300 competitors among them, and before 50 meters, those who missed would be disqualified until the real competition with center targets began.

Arya walked alongside Eldric the entire time, hearing the dwarves and even giants cheering for her with the Artican men and women.

"I'm jealous, princess, you have an audience and I don't..." Eldric commented with a smile, pretending to be sad.

"They all know you will win this competition..." Arya commented in response.

"Or will our princess surprise us today?" He retorted as Arya gave a small smile.

"I hope so..." Arya admitted, wanting to show her training and even win the competition to show off to Ygritte.

"Lady Arya, you are stunning..." A voice emerged next to Arya, and she looked at a young noble even older than Jon.

"Who are you...?" She asked, raising an eyebrow while the young man seemed disconcerted by this.

"Lady Arya, I am Hobber Redwyne. I tried to invite you to dance at the banquet... But you were indisposed..." He spoke.