Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 93 - The Time to Leave King's Landing Has Come.

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Third Person POV.
Kingsland.

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"Let's go, Lord Stark... the path is clear, and I doubt anyone will care about a prisoner who escaped his execution."

Lord Stark finally seemed to snap out of his dazed state as he continued to watch part of the city burning in the middle of the day.

Jon's flames, unsurprisingly, had caught onto the houses in the streets, setting them ablaze easily due to the buildings being mostly made of wood.
As the smoke rose from dozens of houses in the richest area of Arya, not only could the people of the entire city see the darkening sky, but soon, even nearby towns, miles away, would notice it.

Lord Stark finally turned his attention to Jon, casting a cautious look at Lyanna's son. Not even in his worst nightmares could he have imagined a man capable of causing such chaos.

"Don't look at me like that. This is how I act, and it's far too late to regret pulling me out of that tower in Dorne alive. Either way, whether you like it or not, I'm repaying my debt to you for the first and last time. Now, let's go."

Jon spoke as he moved forward. Lord Stark merely sighed and followed without another word.

Jon continued advancing through the city's alleys as he made his way back to Silk Street. People were running in all directions through the streets, pointing towards the burning the area.

The citizens were exclaiming about a monster that had appeared in the square, wounded the king and other influential people with arrows, killed several guards, and even executed the traitor's own executioner—creating chaos before beginning to use sorcery in the middle of the square.

First, he had frozen the entire place, trapping people in a snowstorm. Then, flames erupted like a tunnel of fire sweeping through the snow-covered street near the square. Many witnesses swore they had seen the one called Jon Snow using magic and slaughtering dozens of men in an instant.

Jon reached the main road of Silk Street, unsurprised to find it crowded. As he pulled off one of his cloaks and raised the hood to conceal his face, he glanced at Lord Stark, urging him to do the same. Jon had been wearing the cloak since he handed it to him on the execution platform, shielding himself from the cold of the snowstorm he had created.

Once Lord Stark covered his face, they pressed on, entering the area.

They quickly navigated through the crowd without drawing attention. Turning into one of the side streets, they finally found the house Jon had been searching for after using his magical vision.

"We must go there immediately. We have to go back," a young female voice exclaimed from inside the house.

"Did you see the chaos it turned into? We wouldn't last a second. It was already too risky being in the square. We need to prepare to leave."

"And my father? We don't know what happened to him!" Arya cried out.

"I don't know, but it's best to get you out of here before we lose the ride your bizarre brother gave us," Yoren said.

"You don't need to worry about that."

Jon entered the room where the conversation was taking place. Arya and Yoren turned to him, the girl widening her eyes as she saw the second man entering. Even Yoren looked surprised as he watched Arya run toward Lord Stark.

"Father!" she cried out, hugging him tightly, while he returned the embrace just as firmly, grateful to have his daughter there.

"Daughter, I'm so glad you're safe," he said, tightening the embrace even more.