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Thrid Person POV
Essos, 296 AC.
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"Hmmm...?!" Zafir woke up with a pained tone.
"What is this... what happened to me?!" He quickly exclaimed as he tried to move, but the intense pain wouldn't let him do anything.
"Prince Zafir!" His advisor approached at that moment, looking worried.
"Can you tell me what happened to me?!" Zafir exclaimed, clearly unhappy about the situation.
"It seems like you don't remember anything... but it was the Artican king. You have two broken ribs, your right arm, and your shoulder is also dislocated..." he spoke cautiously.
"This...?!" Zafir exclaimed as his memories started coming back, looking seriously at his advisor. Even though his memories were blurred due to his drunkenness, he still remembered being grabbed by that man, who had a look of rage, and being thrown far away before everything went dark.
"That savage did this to me!!" Zafir growled in pure rage, so much so that he already wanted Jon dead for the humiliation.
"My prince... don't act rashly... we are in a very bad position in this city..." The advisor tried to inject some reason into Zafir.
"Like what?! I am the prince of Zafir!" Zafir exclaimed.
"You tried to make advances on a queen from another kingdom... openly... at a party... Lys has become a city in a diplomatic crisis with the Articans at this moment! You shouldn't have done that, and your father won't be pleased to hear about this!" The man said with a tone more severe than usual. The son of the great Magister of Lys had just brought a conflict upon Lys that it didn't ask for.
"What are you saying?! My father will support me in this, he always will, whether it's the Articans or even this Free City... they will all pay!" Zafir growled with so much rage that he couldn't see anything beyond revenge.
"Be careful with your words, my prince... the situation with Myr isn't good either. The Artican king brought proof that you were sleeping with one of the Magisters' women... he got hold of one of your letters, I don't know how... but now they are isolating us from the city... they aren't even sending a healer, and they want you out of the city by the end of the day..." The man spoke with frustration. This spoiled brat had just ruined Lys's relationship with Myr as well. He could already imagine his father not being happy about this, and even he might be punished for it, most likely with his head chopped off...
"He did what?!" Zafir couldn't believe what he was hearing. Jon had become so enraged that even this fury extended to Zafir's accomplices who had let him go to the party right after getting off the boat, letting chaos reign against that man.
"No... I will have my revenge!!" He hadn't given up on his vengeance.
"Either way... let's leave. Our men are already preparing our ship... we need to set sail before the Artican fleet departs tomorrow, from what I've heard... I don't want to deal with them at sea after you enraged their king by trying to seduce his queen." The advisor said to Zafir.
"We can deal with him!" Zafir stubbornly declared, but what he didn't expect next was a slap, hitting him across the face.
"Can you wake up for once, you idiot?!" The advisor exclaimed angrily this time, while Zafir, stunned, stared at him before he continued.
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Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT
Hayran Kurgu"This is the first time I've ever written, decided to translate this fanfic and finish it." Jon Snow, a boy destined for a life of contempt by almost everyone around him, but a divine intervention can change everything. The boy who will pave the way...
