Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 131 - Artican Trade in Westeros 58 (Lannisport 01).

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Pessoa Thrid POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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It was the beginning of the afternoon when Tyrion was drinking at a window overlooking the harbor of Lannisport. The place seemed ordinary, with ships coming and going, and goods entering and leaving the port. He sipped his wine and continued reading his book.

His uncle Kevan had spoken to them in the past few days about the situation occurring in the Reach, about his brother, which had left him quite shocked—Jaime, one of the last people he would imagine being kidnapped as a hostage, was now being held in custody by a group that had drawn attention from all the kingdoms in the recent moons from the north.

He had always been interested in Jon Artica since he heard of him more than 7 or 8 years ago. He was quite skeptical of what he heard, about a boy of 8 namedays killing a group of bandits with a bunch of farmers, but the stories didn't stop there, because he did a few more surreal things that year before disappearing into the north of the Wall.

"I heard how he came with an army of giants and even small men like him, but saying they are not that size due to some birth disease, but because they are a different race from humans, and many would scoff at that if it weren't that, their numbers exceed the thousands."

"Three different races... men... dwarves... and giants..." Tyrion murmured, still recalling how this had been his obsession over the years, researching everything about them, almost like he did with dragons to the point of asking for one for his birthday when he was a child. He tried to find out everything about giants and dwarves, even seeking books from the Citadel for gold, but the information was quite limited.

There were some details about the giants, like how they lived with the First Men before disappearing in the north after thousands of years following the construction of the Wall. As for the dwarves, there were no records of them; it was as if they appeared out of nowhere. This intrigued Tyrion, who sought anything about them and found nothing, not even the maester of Casterly Rock or the information he requested from the Citadel had any answers or mention of the race.

'If Jon can make a new race, come out of nowhere, could he not bring forth the children of the forest or even dragons?' That was the joke Tyrion had at the time, laughing at it without imagining how right he might be with that question.

But Jon Snow was what intrigued Tyrion the most. A bastard who left the comfort of Winterfell to adventure in the world, and in the end, returns as a king after traveling to lands beyond what any sensible person in the Seven Kingdoms would have.

If it weren't for the trouble of that accusation of stealing his sister, Jon Artica might have been celebrated as a man who exceeded all expectations of his life and a hero among the common people. Tyrion had to admit he admired that Jon Snow and looked forward to seeing him as soon as Kevan spoke of the meeting with his father.

Every day he was coming here, on a balcony, looking out to sea, waiting for the fleet of ships from the north to approach Lannisport. He was worried about his brother, of course, since he was the only one with such a strong blood tie who didn't treat him like a monster, unlike his father and sister.

His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed ships coming to Lannisport, more than usual... "How strange... I swore this ship was in Lannisport this morning..." He murmured, looking at the flag he swore he had seen before. "That... are they fleeing back to the port?!" He finally realized.