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Thrid Person POV
Westeros, 296 AC.
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"Any news from the south?" Jon asked while surrounded by council members.
"We haven't heard anything yet and the patrol hasn't made any moves..." Brynden said.
"Alright... if they attack, I'll leave someone to deal with them alone," Jon warned, but continued. "But I'm also worried about the movements of the real enemies to the north. We are just dealing with men in the south, but to the north, our true enemy remains silent. We haven't seen any suspicious activity from them on a large scale yet, but I know they are still waiting to make some move. But I'm sure I can still make my trip to Essos. However, I need some direct contact, to understand the situation from here. There's a large group coming from the north, right?" Jon asked.
"Yes..." Brynden spoke and Jon nodded.
"It's very likely to take years to reach this part with their army..." Jon commented after all it was a lot of people to move, he himself wandered almost a year with a much smaller group than this one, through the region before finding the place where he would build Artica.
"About our trip... I'm leaving with some ministers." Jon spoke again while the topic now was about the trip to Essos.
"Should I go to Dorne, my king?" Darius asked and Jon nodded.
"Yes, I want you to see our situation with the Dornish and also I want you to do something important, I need you to deliver a message to someone important and even take her out of Dorne if she agrees. I won't let her be a political piece of her uncle, not anymore." Jon spoke with a serious tone, as his minister spoke.
"You will continue handling the projectiles of the kingdom, Meistre Aemon will be responsible for managing the educators for all the Articans, I'm sure we can at least, alphabetize them in the common tongue in 2 or 3 years... after that they will learn new languages, the children will be even faster." Jon spoke and continued looking at the daughter of the forest.
"Of course, my king." Aemon responded with a small smile.
"About my project, I've worked all week to create a tree that meets the need to create a luminous crystal that charges through solar energy via photosynthesis, for that I had to create a plant organism in it and it needs exposure to the sun, but it will take a year to start producing the crystals, if nothing goes wrong as well. I'll leave the rest with you Seraphine, I want you to take care of the project." Jon advised.
The daughter of the forest nodded.
"Kiera, continue organizing the new district judges, I want everyone to be judged honestly within the ethical framework we set up."
"I will take care of all that!" The woman said firmly.
"I also want you to recruit wargs, we have some crimes that I myself have to investigate when we can't find a culprit and I unravel them through the memories of the animals, my source of surveillance... but I couldn't do this forever, that's why I want you to start recruiting people who are capable of tracking down the criminals and solving the crimes." Jon spoke, after all he had been doing some of those jobs last week, it was very rare, but he wouldn't leave the people without justice and ended up catching the criminals, many of whom are working together with the prisoners from the south or even with their heads beheaded.
Artica should be just with those who are part of it, as for the enemies... they will soon feel a terror as soon as they think they survived in the lands beyond the wall.
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Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT
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