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

Chapter 181 - The Pieces Keep Moving in This Game!

[Chapter Size: 3100 Words.]

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Thrid Person POV

Essos, 296 AC.

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The fleet continued sailing for about a month, while news of the Artican fleet's sighting heading east quickly spread over the weeks. No one knew exactly their objectives, and then they vanished from the known world, generating many doubts among all who knew them and were aware of their intended destination.

"You see... in the end, they fled..." said a fat man dressed in clothes meant for the heat, adorned with numerous jewelry all over his body, including ears full of gold earrings and gauges, his face pierced, and his body covered in tattoos.

This man spoke to his companion while they overlooked the city below them, atop the great pyramid of Meereen.

"That's true... for a moment, I thought we would have a war at our gate..." his colleague replied.

"You speak as if you were afraid," the first man mocked.

"It's not like dealing with so many ships is a simple thing," the second responded sharply.

"Even so, we still have our gates to protect us..." the first man said.

"I hope you're right."

"You know I always am. It wasn't my idea to attack them; after all, we needed to get rid of them—they're dangerous to our economy... but it's a pity the attack failed in Volantis... maybe we'll have another chance," the first man stated.

The second remained silent... but trusted him. The two, merely slave masters in one of the most trade-heavy cities in the world, contemplated the sight of the city below them as if they were kings.

In Asshai, the woman with differently colored eyes beneath her mask was traveling east. "I must go to Yi-Ti; I will find him there," she remarked as she moved eastward through that land, advancing toward the distant mountains, the only obstacle between the Shadowlands and the lands of the samurai.

Meanwhile, the people of Volantis were taken aback by Azor Ahai's sudden departure from the city, as the Red Priests remained reserved about the champion chosen by their god.

In Lys, the political climate was far from good as the confusion with the Articans gave way to a power struggle within the city. No one knew the details, but one night, even as the city was restless from the threat of being attacked by a fleet that approached freely, armed conflict broke out over several days. Amidst the flames, commoners and even prostitutes took up arms, despite Zahlan Maerys's attempts to reverse the situation his son had created. Some other Magisters were interested in overthrowing him as the top merchant, while others just wanted to ensure the city's safety before a powerful group, eliminating all its adversaries, appeared in its waters and unleashed fire upon them.

In the end, the entire Maerys family was killed and impaled at the city gate, while their resources were divided among the other nobles.

While Lys was in chaos, Doran Martell was sitting in his chair, frowning deeply. His brother had just arrived in Dorne, and Doran wanted to ask him why he had returned without Nyra—or rather, Rhaenys Targaryen.

"There was no reason for me to take her away from there," Oberyn said in a casual tone as Doran gave him a stern look. His children were present, so he turned to them. "Leave now, I need to have a private moment with your uncle," he said, needing to have an unpleasant conversation with his younger brother.