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Third Person POV.
Braavos.
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"Isn't this request a bit too much?" one of the 12 men gathered around Jon and Daenerys seated at a table cautiously commented.
Jon and Daenerys were speaking with the main members of the Iron Bank, the elite of commerce from Braavos and its territories, in addition to controlling a good portion of the world's economy through the Iron Bank's financing.
Jon had sought them out for a reason, after all, wars require resources — in other words, money. No force could go to war without money or at least a guarantee of gains. Maybe that's why the Lannisters were so feared as the most dangerous house in the Seven Kingdoms, with the gold of Casterly Rock — or at least, they had it before Jon stole their gold.
He was seeking their sponsorship, after all, there was something the Iron Bank clearly needed from Westeros. The debt the late King Baratheon had made too great, so it would be a win-win opportunity.
Jon would ensure that the debt would be paid, and in exchange, he would receive support from the Iron Bank, which would result in a much lower cost than financing the war alone.
"I'm giving you a guarantee. We will win the war, and we will be the best support you will have." Jon said.
"How can you claim that? As far as we know, you don't have any army..." one of them said.
"An army is not a problem for us." Jon calmly replied.
"So you will continue stealing from noble houses, as we have heard, with your witchcraft?" another raised an eyebrow.
They had all initially been afraid of Jon, but thanks to the Sea Lord, this meeting was arranged under the assurance that Jon would not use any of the sorcery he had demonstrated while spreading through Westeros against them, having given his word that he would not threaten anyone there.
"I don't need to keep stealing entire houses. I have something that will surprise all of you, and you will see it within a few moons. News will arrive that will surely contradict what you say today..." He paused before continuing.
"Anyway, I won't say anything about it. But it is something that can certainly help with this support. After all, you don't expect two castles to be destroyed simply with sorcery, do you?" Jon said.
The place fell silent for a while as they pondered his words, looking at each other and making signals with their expressions. Until one of them turned back to Jon.
"It is indeed quite surprising that you can travel from one place to another, being in distant locations in such a short time. So it is true, you possess a dragon, don't you?" he asked.
"Obviously. You know very well the weight a war carries when Targaryens have dragons. And we are not in the middle of a Dance of the Dragons, where we would have to face other dragons. You know I can easily gain the support of countless houses from all the kingdoms once they know we have one of them." Jon said, while Daenerys only watched a little surprised that he was passing this information to those men.
But Jon knew they were all already considering this possibility, given that he had destroyed two entire castles and they were all counting on this affirmation along with the mystery of him moving so quickly from one place to another, crossing kingdoms and even the ocean.
The keyholders stared at each other again upon hearing this.
"So you're saying you want our support, claiming you will also enter the war for the Iron Throne along with the four self-proclaimed kings currently contending, in exchange for ensuring you will pay the debt the Crown of Westeros owes us, provided that we no longer support any of the other candidates and only you...?" one of them said thoughtfully after hearing all of Jon's speech among them.
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Game of Dragonborn.
FanfictionJon Snow is a Dragonborn after 2 millennia without another appearing, an identity that is neither on the light side nor the dark side, only caring about his own goals before wanting to be good or evil. Some may label him a demon while others a hero...
