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

Chapter 125 - Artican Trade in Westeros 52 (Oldtown 02).

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Pessoa Thrid POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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Jon continued with his group, and as they reached the last houses on the closed streets, someone suddenly stumbled out of an alley and fell in front of him, the sound of clashing metal links accompanying the cloaked man's crash to the ground.

The man fell before Jon as his royal guards positioned themselves between Jon and the man. "Ah..." Jon could hear the man's moan of pain, with the man being of not so young an age.

"It's alright..." Jon said as he approached the man, feeling he should help him, stepping past the royal guard and taking the man by the arm.

"Archmaester Marwyn!? What do you think you're doing here like this? You should be at the university, and how can you be so clumsy!" The maester accompanying Jon exclaimed, displeased by the disaster this maester had caused.

"I apologize, I am overwhelmed with tasks, I apologize, King Jon Artica." He spoke as they quickly stood up and left the spot to return to the university.

"..." Jon watched him walk away with a raised eyebrow, and they continued on their way, but without Jon looking at the paper Archmaester Marwyn had left in his hand.

'It's a trap...' Jon read the paper in his mind and smiled, it seemed not all maesters were corrupt in this city.

They continued walking after that, as he tucked the message away, not caring much, after all, he expected this. They finally emerged into the open area in front of the citadel, a massive structure, hundreds of people who were in the citadel came out to see the giants arriving with Jon, as they were greeted by a small group of maesters.

"King of the North, these are our Grand Maesters, the minds behind the entire citadel..." The maester who accompanied them spoke as Jon looked at each.

"It's an honor to see you here, monarch of the North, I've heard many stories about you, you are certainly unique in person, not disappointing in any aspect." The one in the center spoke, approaching Jon, but he greeted him without any physical contact, maintaining his respect from a distance.

Jon knew this man seemed to be the leader here and was one of the more unlikable ones, but Jon just maintained a nod, "I'm surprised you've heard about me in this place... Maester...?" Jon murmured.

"He is Archmaester Vorian, the one who commands the citadel and the order of maesters." The maester accompanying Jon said, correcting Jon, but he could see that he was dissatisfied with Jon calling him maester.

"That's alright, I'm not as well-known as our guest, so it's fine." The man spoke in a calm tone, though not fully hiding his dissatisfaction, while Jon maintained a calm smile for it now.

"Very well, then Lord Hightower told me to come here since you invited me for a negotiation while I'm quite interested in the books you have." Jon spoke.

"Yes, of course. Why don't you follow me, you could bring at most 10 guards? We are men who sharpen our minds and not blades, so we do not resort to violence... and I doubt the citadel can accommodate giants..." He spoke, looking with interest at the armored men standing at the entrance.

"Alright, show me the way." Jon spoke as some royal guards and Artican men followed him. Jon looked at the giants and motioned with his head for them to stay alert, the maesters didn't even notice how all the soldiers were fully armed, leaving no part of their bodies exposed for a fight.