Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT [Book - 1]

Chapter 175 - Valyria 01.

[Chapter Size: 3200 Words.]

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Thrid Person POV

Essos, 296 AC.

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The ships finally set sail, while the fleet organized the next stage of their journey.

"How many ships will head to the boiling waters, my king?" the captain of the main ship asked as they sailed toward Valyria.

"I want only three ships, I'm not even sending the main one, after all, it would be too risky," Jon said to the man, who nodded after hearing his words.

He would be responsible for choosing the three ships to be sent, while the main one, on which Jon was traveling, would remain there, keeping his family out of the danger he was about to face.

Jon left his men and approached Arya, who stood by the railing. Just like the previous day, she kept her gaze distant, perhaps blaming herself for what had happened, even though Jon had already told her that she had no control over it.

"You're going to Valyria..." she spoke in a neutral tone as Jon approached, raising an eyebrow, noting that her wolf was beside her, the companion she had stayed closest to since the incident. The wolf had alerted her to his approach.

"Yes..." Jon stood beside her. "Do you want to come along?" he asked, aware of her interest.

"Yes." She simply replied, without the usual enthusiasm, as she turned her gaze to him with a certain glimmer. "It's going to be dangerous... I know, but I'm not worried about myself. After all, I've already lost someone; I can't lose you too..." she murmured, causing Jon to raise an eyebrow at her.

"Would you rather I didn't go?" he asked.

"Of course I would prefer that. You don't even know what you'll find there or if you'll really go in... I need to be there to protect you..." she said.

"Alright, although I'm the one worried about you. What would I be if I let you die with me?" Jon said with a smile.

"We're not going to die; we'll come back alive. We're only going because I know you won't refrain from going, and I can't stop you. So, I'll make sure you return alive from Valyria," Arya said firmly, as if Hilla's death had awakened something in her—the fear of losing someone important... it was a lesson Jon never wanted her to experience, but the world was never kind, and at least it made Arya more rational in her decisions during adventures.

"Alright... my Lady," Jon said as if addressing a wife, still maintaining his smile, while Arya let a small smile escape her face as well.

Jon simply nodded, leaving her alone so as not to push her further in her grief, before taking his leave and returning inside the ship. He ended up heading to the library to read for a while. There were many books he had gathered from the Free Cities he had visited, and he was in the midst of some readings at the time.

Unsurprisingly, he found Daenerys and Rhaenys sitting there, occupying the space while they read books on various subjects, though one in particular was about dragons.

"Jon?" Rhaenys noticed him opening the door, and Daenerys greeted him as well.

Jon hadn't spent much time with them lately, as he was always commanding, drawing, and spending time studying or training. The recent days, when he had left Volantis aside to stay with his family while his men handled things, had been an exception.

But he knew the girls always talked about the Targaryen family and its history, trying to connect more with their heritage. After all, Rhaenys had been raised by the Martells, and Daenerys had someone who lived through the years when the family was alive, though not very trustworthy while consumed by his rage, unable to even reason about what was true about their family, speaking only of glories and fantasies from his disturbed mind.