[Chapter Size: 3000 Words.]
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Thrid Person POV
Yi-Ti, 296 AC.
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"You ended up on this side of the world... curious..." Jon remarked, looking at the man. He was surprised to see a Lannister. Though he didn't know the man's story and didn't like that family one bit, Jon wasn't one to go chopping off heads just for sharing their blood.
"Yes... I came here on a mission, but it ran into some... complications," the man replied.
"And you ended up here..." Jon commented.
"Yes... I've lived here for years," he said.
"You speak as if you can't go back. I imagine there aren't direct ships to Westeros, but that doesn't mean you couldn't travel port to port..." Jon said.
"Yes... but I owe a debt to the man who saved me and brought me to this city. And I also have some personal matters to attend to..." he explained, pointing directly at the samurai who had introduced him to Jon.
"I see," Jon replied, eyeing the man with curiosity. The man smiled before continuing.
"Either way, I was surprised when fifty ships from Westeros docked in the harbor. Nothing like that has ever been seen in Yi-Ti's history. You are certainly skilled navigators, especially given Yi-Ti's situation," the man said with a friendly tone, still smiling.
"We encountered some storms and had to deal with a few pirates, but nothing too difficult," Jon responded calmly.
"That's truly incredible. When Western merchants manage to reach here, it's usually in much smaller numbers. Nothing in history compares to a fleet of that size. I heard your ships are loaded with goods, and that you're meeting with the Shogun," the man said.
"Yes. I'm looking to establish trade with this side of the world," Jon explained.
"How is that even possible? I've never heard of your kingdom. It's as if you came out of nowhere," Gerion said, scrutinizing Jon closely.
It was clear he hadn't been in Westeros when Jon began building his kingdom. Even so, it had taken years for the continent to learn of Artica's existence.
"When did you leave Westeros?" Jon asked, while his guards and even the nearby samurai listened silently. No one dared to interrupt since they were speaking in the Common Tongue.
"One year after the Greyjoy Rebellion," Gerion replied.
Jon raised an eyebrow. That was a year before he himself had left Winterfell. Theon had arrived two years before Jon had departed.
"I see... Well, my situation was a bit complicated to explain back when you left Westeros. Anyway, I was known as Jon Snow, Ned Stark's bastard son. Beside me is Arya Stark," Jon revealed his original identity, leaving Gerion stunned.
"I see... I heard Eddard Stark had a bastard after the war, but I never imagined meeting him like this..." Gerion said. Then, looking at Jon curiously, he let out a small laugh. "By the way, where is this Artica? Did you conquer a kingdom in Westeros or something? And how does a boy—what are you, 17?—call himself king of this Artica?" he continued, chuckling, perhaps nervously.
"..." Jon studied him to see if he was mocking him, but the man seemed to have that kind of personality. Jon sensed no malice from the Lannister. "Well, that would be a long story. I believe we can discuss it later, but I'd like you to help my men learn the local language and act as a guide. Are you available for that?" Jon asked, wanting to change the subject and focus on other matters with the city's lord.
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Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT [Book - 1]
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