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

Chapter 156 - Artican Trade in Essos 11 (Targaryen Women.).

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Thrid Person POV

Essos, 296 AC.

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Daenerys looked somewhat lost as she gazed at Jon and beside him, her brother. Viserys lay on the ground like a bloody pulp, unconscious and still bleeding, in a state she had never seen before. As she turned her eyes back to the King of Artica, they wavered slightly.

The woman beside her seemed quite impatient in the silence that followed, crossing her arms as she waited for Daenerys to speak. The Artican soldiers around the camp remained silent, waiting for their king to proceed with the conversation.

She had a decision to make at that moment and couldn't help but think of her childhood, of how Viserys had taken care of her. For a moment, a small part of her didn't want to accept the situation, so she wouldn't have to abandon her brother, despite the monster he had become. There was some hope that the Viserys who had truly cared for her was still somewhere inside him, but another part of her knew she would never see him the same way, even if he changed. She wouldn't forgive him after the things she had heard and suffered, even if she wanted to. Viserys would never again be seen as her loving brother.

"When the time comes, you will have two choices. Think very carefully, for your future will have two extremes..." the voice of that woman in her dream echoed in her head once again, as she spoke her final words before the dream ended. And Daenerys felt somewhat out of place because of it.

Then, despite her nerves, she looked into Jon Artica's eyes, who continued to stare at her, waiting for her response. Trying to maintain a firm posture, she broke the silence. "Why should I believe you?"

She raised her voice for the first time, no longer seeming so much like a scared girl. Jon raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and she continued, "You're a stranger. You just suddenly appear and say you're my relative, my nephew... I'll be honest... this is too much for me in the last few days... What makes you think I would just accept going with you, considering we're strangers to each other... You could treat me the same way my brother treated me. What makes you think I wouldn't be betrayed by you too? After all, everyone has betrayed us..." She murmured, waiting for his response as she tried to keep her gaze on Jon's green eyes.

Jon just sighed. "Well, that's fair," he began. "But look at us. Do we seem like savages, as you thought?" He asked calmly, as his hand lifted slightly, as if to indicate all the Articans there.

"No... you're nothing like the savages I heard about..." she admitted.

"HEY, don't call me a savage! We were free folk before becoming Articans, free folk!" Someone roared so loudly that it shattered Daenerys's confidence as she looked at him in fear, it being none other than Tormund, wearing a helmet stained with blood.

"Don't scare her, Tormund..." Jon said, raising his hand to the man who spat on the ground. Tormund merely grumbled, refraining from continuing his loud complaints about trivial things.

"As you can see, we are not like those who want to sow discord among us, as they describe us... But I can't prove right now that I am your blood... However, tell me, answer me one thing first: what do you think would happen to you at the end of this journey through the desert?" Jon asked.

Daenerys seemed a bit lost with that question and trembled at the lips before pondering. "I would be sold to some Khal, marrying him so that my brother would have an army to conquer the Seven Kingdoms," she said.