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Pessoa Thrid POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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Jon left the citadel as soon as everything was ready for transport. He emerged outside while his men had numerous wagons brought from the ships placing all the looted items in them, before transporting them to the port.
"I noticed that you've dominated the west side, any problems?" Jon asked one of those responsible for organizing the Artican men.
"Everything is under control, my king. We just had some trouble with a force concentrating in the east, trying to get past our men, but it was easily repelled; the city is practically taken, my king." Jon heard this and nodded to his man.
"That's good, there's nothing more we can do here, it's time to have a conversation with the current person in charge of the city." Jon spoke calmly.
"Yes, my king." He spoke as they organized a group of soldiers to accompany the king to the south of the city.
They quickly began descending the city, Jon with 50 guards passing through empty streets filled with dead people, as he approached the great tower, surrounded by the river that passed through the middle of the city and met the sea.
The place was surrounded by Articans from every side, while they positioned themselves in front of the water ready to attack, there were men in the windows with bows ready, prepared to guard the place.
"How are things there." Jon approached the man responsible for the siege, another royal guard.
"My king... as you can see, we've surrounded the place and are waiting for a response from Lord Hightower... But he wants to speak first with you." He spoke, and Jon nodded.
"Send a message saying I am here." Jon said calmly.
The royal guard nodded and wrote on a letter that Jon was here and sent it on an arrow before throwing it to a safe place over the walls around the tower.
"Now let's wait..." Jon said, and they waited 20 minutes.
"These damn, they think we are what to wait so long?!" Greg growled near Jon, he was a robust Artican man with a short fuse.
"I have to agree with Greg, these guys are under a siege and think they can do something like this...?" Jon commented with a not frustrated look as his bird passed by the place, but Lord Hightower's brother with his son seemed to argue in a room without windows or spaces to let any rodent through after seeing Jon control nearly all the animals in the area where the war took place.
It was at that moment that he saw new movement inside the structure as men began to come out of it and a well-dressed man approached one of the gates then they opened it, coming out with some guards in house armor, while they took a small boat and moved towards where Jon was on the eastern side of the city.
They finally approached and Jon asked some men to bring them to him, while he waited seated, picking up an Artican wine and drinking it, this drink was not traded due to complications they could have with Dorne, since Jon wanted to put those products there, not that it mattered now, after all the attack on this city made Artica and the seven kingdoms have a completely destroyed relationship, not that he cared about that now.
The men were soon brought to him, while they looked quite nervous around the Articans looking at them. It was 4 guards and the man with more social clothing, looking at Jon carefully.
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