[Chapter Size: 3000 Words.]
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Thrid Person POV
Essos, 296 AC.
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The Sealord's banquet was not something much more extravagant than what could happen in Artica; after all, Jon's banquets used to bring the entire kingdom together, focusing on the arenas.
The Sealord's family was greeting the guests among them the keyholders who wouldn't miss it, and even the biggest merchants who were below them but had a great influence on the trade and decisions of the city of Braavos.
As expected, Braavos did not want to become an enemy of Artica as had happened in Westeros; after all, Artica emerged victorious from all the fights. If they had to bet on someone, it would definitely be Artica.
So with this respect wanting to be built between them, everyone was present, hoping to show some respect, and the Braavosi could easily get the information about what happened in Westeros and knew the impression of the nobles from the seven kingdoms.
At this moment, Jon finally approached the entrance as they announced his arrival. "With all the hospitality Braavos can provide, we welcome Jon Artica, sovereign of the realm beyond the wall, with his family!" He announced as Jon entered dressed in the style of the present nobles, accompanied by Arya and Ygritte, entering the place.
"Welcome to our banquet, King of Artica, I hope it pleases you..." the Sealord greeted them.
Unlike Westeros where there were tables in higher places to signal the status of those occupying their chairs, the tables here were all aligned, perhaps because the Sealord did not want to belittle anyone, after all, there were many important people here and a table would hardly be enough, with all the people who command the city and practically the economy of all Essos and with great influence in Westeros.
Jon ended up sitting with the Sealord while the keyholders surrounded them, not just his family accompanying him, his ministers as important people and keys to the kingdom, should accompany him as they shared conversations among themselves. "Thank you for the reception, Braavos really knows how to be welcoming." Jon exchanged some kind words with his host, not feeling the malice that was in Westeros here.
"I don't like how those prostitutes are looking at you..." Ygritte murmured by his side as soon as she sat down, around the hall, some courtesans were with some personal guards, looking directly at Jon as if waiting for an opportunity to talk to him.
"I'm not interested..." Jon said, ignoring those glances, after all, he had no interest in these women, especially women who shared the bed with other men.
He ignored the glances and continued eating while talking with the Sealord and the keyholders at that table, trying to gain their trust with some humor, since his goal was to be a keyholder of the Iron Bank and he had to also be friendly with them without overdoing it, after all, he is still a king.
"That's interesting... you have different ships, if possible, I would like to take a look when possible." One of the keyholders said, interested in the Artican carracks docked in the port, which were very different from common ships.
"Certainly, that wouldn't be a problem," Jon responded before continuing. "I hear that you export wood from Westeros..." The King of Artica had a peculiar look.
"Certainly, King of Artica... Mainly from the North... If your negotiations involve your wood... we will be very interested," the Sealord himself commented. "I took the liberty of asking some men to see your ships and indeed, your wood is much superior to what we have here..." He spoke as Jon nodded.
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