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Pessoa Thrid POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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The Artican fleet sailed across the southern sea of Westeros, reaching the southeastern tip before turning northward. It was then that a ship from Dorne intercepted them midway.
"What should we do with it?" Jon heard his captain while watching the approaching ship.
"Let it come closer; let's at least give a response to the Prince of Dorne." Jon said calmly.
"Alright, I will let the main ship meet them." The captain spoke as they waited for the ship to slowly approach.
It didn't take long for the emissaries from Dorne to come aboard with a well-dressed man. One that Jon remembered well from meeting at the Sunspear castle; he was always doing things for Doran.
"King of Artica, it's good to see you again." He spoke with much respect, far more than he used to during his visit.
"Tell me what your prince wants." Jon asked, arms crossed.
"He would like to have you at the castle again as a special friend of Dorne, King of Artica." He spoke with the same respectful tone, though seeming surprised by Jon's arrogant tone.
"You can tell Doran that we refuse, after all, I have more important matters." Jon spoke with an arrogant smile.
"But, King of Artica," he tried to insist.
"In Dorne, you called me Lord of Artica, or even Lord Artican; I don't understand your change when referring to me, but my answer is no." Jon said dryly before taking something from his waist.
"Anyway, here's a scroll for your prince, he'll understand when he opens it." Jon simply said as he tossed the scroll to the man who quickly caught it.
The man from Dorne quickly took the scroll while looking lost at Jon, who simply turned away and ordered his men to continue their journey north.
Jon left the Dornish ship behind as he went to practice some fencing with Arya at the girl's request, finishing his training and then dining alone with his wife in the evening before warming some dragon eggs and working on his new project to the north beyond Artica.
After all, the port in the west beyond the Fist of the First Men was not just for commercial use, but also military, a good way to counter the south, especially now that Jon had a broken relationship with the Seven Kingdoms. Moreover, he had to prepare, as Artica was already facing a war with the White Walkers and their army; the south might be welcome too, but he had to be ready for that.
Jon slept with Seryna, and the next day, as the fleet continued passing through the waters of the Dornish capital with local ships keeping their distance, Jon wanted to see the only person who interested him in that place, and his little seagull traveled to the Martell castle. At the woman's window, Nyra or Rhaenys sat calmly on her bed looking at a dragon book, which she always read to calm herself from something.
'You would certainly freak out if you saw my new collection of dragon eggs, which will fill the entire space above Artica,' Jon murmured internally and watched for a while longer before cutting the connection. He had no reason to stay, especially her; he would try to catch her as soon as he returned from Artica, while his next destination was the Jade Sea as he traveled through Essos.
He got up from bed after that and went to the prison on this ship, where a single prisoner was held, who was the brother of Lord Hightower whom Jon had captured and brought to Artica.
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