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  Thrid Person POV

  Essos, 296 AC.

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  Jon decided to head straight to the Sealord's house while he ordered some of his ships to be steered to the closest point to the mansion by sea, sihe city was entirely surrounded by waters.

  "It was quick." Jo his wife and Arya as soon as he left the meeting room, quickly inf them that the meeting had ended as they finally exited the building and headed north.

  The Iron Bank was in the north of the city, but not at the highest point, sihis pce beloo the Sealord's own pace, which was beside the Iron Bank, so they saw it as soon as they stepped out of the bank's doors and headed there.

  There was a huge tower when the sea became visible to him on the east side of the city. Jon saw Arya looking ily at it.

  "Do you know what that is?" Jon asked with a smile.

  "Yes... They're the city's defeowers, as there are also walls to protect the city, with its orance being uhe titan, these towers are high to bat potential enemies and are scattered throughout the city to take advantage of their height and prote while their archers are spread out," Arya spoke quickly while Jon nodded.

  "Exactly..." Jon replied, pleased that his sister had remembered that. "And in a fight, what's the best way to beat this city?" Jon wao know what she thought about it.

  "It's simple, we knock dowan by blowing up its legs aroy everything else!" Arya said, stig her to at Jon.

  "Well... I think you are too aced to wildfire..." Jon murmured as Ygritte ughed beside them.

  At that moment, the Sealord was in front, and only his guards were there, so he didn't hear their versation. "Jon, there's the bd white house in this city... do you think they would accept me to be an assassin?" She asked pyfully.

  "I don't know... maybe, but you would have to s that sword fgers," Jon shrugged.

  "No! I'm not giving up this sword," Arya responded immediately.

  "You would have to live in Braavos and I heard you'd have to renounce all your family and name," Ygritte also spoke while Arya's face grew increasingly displeased.

  "Fet it..." She pouted in the end before turning back to Jon with curious eyes. "How would you deal with an assassin in Jon?" Arya asked.

  "These assassins are very good, your ce of success is very good with your skills and pnning... so I use my animals to identify them, besides that, I believe they are deadly to almost all people in this world," Jon thought a bit and responded sincerely, they could mimic the appearand voice, his advantage was that the animals could alert him, after all, their instincts are much strohan the disguise of these faceless assassins.

  They tialking as they finally ehe mansion with a rge courtyard. "Wele to my humble pace, e, I want to introduce my wife and children," he said as they approached the family.

  After the introdus, they were escorted to a high-standard pear the main rooms. "You make yourselves at home in the pace, I'll leave a man in charge to guide you through the pce, I would just like to invite you to a ba h your arrival in this kingdom, King of Arctica," he spoke while Jon nodded. Essos seemed much more weling thaeros, the nobles here weren't as proud at least, or that might have ged after the chaos he created oher ti.

  In the end, Jon was in his room si was already mid-afternoon and the ba would be earlier, so he left his men to handle everything, after all, 3 ships had e to the port o the Sealord's pace, which, as usual, Jon distributed his products to the party guests, where he passed to make everyoer acquainted, it was a way to promote them.

  Jon also took care of his security, while keeping some snakes hidden among some boxes to enter holes looking for secret entrances behind any spy as usual, but found nothing here, it seemed that the Sealord tried his best not to offend him.

  Anyway, he spent some time with Ygritte, while his wife tio gaze at the beauty of Braavos from the high point where they were, having the view of the ey from their baly, with many giant structures standing out, especially those isoted in the middle of the water.

  Everything seemed normal until his guard knocked on the door. "What is it?" Jon asked while reading a book and drinking some Arcti wine.

  "My king... There is a man here on behalf of the Sealord inf that there is a noble from the north wanting to speak with you," he heard the voice of one of his guards as he raised an eyebrow.

  "Noble from the north..." Jon murmured ao the door, opening it to see the Braavosi man in front of his guards.

  "King of Arctica!" He murmured as he almost bowed.

  "Speak, man, who is the noble," Jon demanded.

  "Lord Manderly. He has e tates asking for an audieh you and your sister," he said.

  "So he came all the way here..." Jon murmured, already spotting him at the port.

  "Is there a room where we meet?" Jon asked the man as he nodded.

  "Yes... I arrange a private room on the first floor of the pace," he said.

  "Call Arya, I will be out shortly," Jon instructed as he went bato the room to put away his things.

  In a moment, he emerged in an unassuming outfit, but it was in his armor that he had disembarked from the ship before the first iation, apanied by Ygritte aing Arya outside in a bck dress, still with her sword at her waist.

  "Let's see what he wants," Jon said as they went to the first floor and proceeded to a room that the pace man had arranged for them, and Jon firmed that there were no uninvited ears while they settled on a sofa with their guards behind them, waiting for the Braavosi to call Manderly iion.

  Wylis Manderly was at the entrance when he was finally called in, when he was at the port and tried to speak with Ned's son, he had no ce with the men of Braavos stopping him, so he could only see them from afar, he was lucky those giants weren't beside the group, otherwise he wouldn't see any of them, while he saw the King of Arctica along with the Sealord entering the city on horseback while their guards surrouhem.

  It was still strange for him watg the group advang further into the city, realizing that Ned's son had indeed established such a powerful kingdom that when he first heard of it in Winterfell he didn't quite believe it and even mocked Ned internally, despite the respect for the Stark, that a boy had made a kingdom in the north... But now what he could see... was shog that aire fleet of 500 ships with at least 20,000 Arctis, much rger than those 150 ships that wreaked havo the south, and these 500, were outside of Braavos, keeping away all ships ing to the city and others fleeing, believing that it could be an attack.

  His belief that Jon Arctica had abducted his sister died when he heard the rumors that came from the south and the songs about the wolf of the north as they exhaled the balds speaking of Arya Stark highlighting her bravery, beauty, and intelligen her enters in the south, she was very well trained and seemed to be a better dy than his sister if the rumors were true.

  Now he was going to meet with him finally as he ehe pace where he ended up ing several times when he could have a meeting with the Sealord about business and matters of white, after all, he was an important t for Braavos, being the richest house in the north and the only oh such a powerful port.

  His goal was very simple there, to take Arya Stark back to the North as Ned always wanted. So he hoped to have a good friendly versation and leave with the girl from there.

  As soon as he ehe room, he faced Jon Arctica sitting in the middle with two women and several guards; it was easy tnize him by his green eyes, and he was no lohe boy he had met in Winterfell. He had grown tall, much more than his age would suggest, with a distinctly crafted demeanor of a warrior who, acc to rumors, had defeated anyone who dared to challenge him on his jouro the south, humiliating each of his oppos, whether it was the Red Viper of Dorhe Kihe Mountain, Barristan Selmy, and even the king himself, defeated one by one by this boy.

  Wylis would have ughed if someone said a 16-year-old boy could defeat all these adversaries, who were famous throughout the seven kingdoms, in just one year, being the best sword to have passed through Westeros sihe fall of the Targaryens, after all, there was Arthur Dayne, whom many said could surpass Jon Arctica if he were alive.

  Beside him was a very beautiful woman with almost fme-like red hair, she must be a sed wife, the brue he heard was traveling with him was not present, and on his other side was Ned's daughter who made Wylis wonder if she really was the daughter of his lord; the girl would be extremely beautiful when she became a woman, and that would not take many years to happen.

  The three stared at him as he didn't know quite what to say while only four Manderly guards apanied him, pared to the warriors with shinial, he felt a bit embarrassed by his men merely weariher. "King of Arctica..." He ented, finally breaking the silehinking that this was the best way to deal with them, after all, he did not want to also feel the fury of those 500 ships attag White Harbor aating the city after what he heard about how he acted in the south.

  "Lord Wylis Manderly," Jon replied calmly without standing up while the three remained silent. "Would you like to sit?" Jon cracked a small smile, pointing to the empty Braavosi sofa in front of him.

  "Ah yes, of course..." Wylis, still a bit stiff, nodded, sitting down before turning back to Jon.

  "I hear that your kingdom beyond the Wall has grown much..." He said, trying to start the versation.

  "Are you speaking from a military standpoint? Or my trade ah, or is it my growth in so few years?" Jon asked with an amused smile, he couldn't deny it was good to see a noble looking at him with so much caution.

  "I... would say all three at the same time, King of Arctica... when I saw you at Winterfell, I hought we would be here discussing something like this and how powerful you are..." He admitted.

  "Many things happen... Lord Manderly, the future is always uain and anything happen, but even so, I always make sure to look after my people, with a prosperous future for Arctica," Jon replied with a smile.

  "I uand... wise are your words. Your story..." Manderly didn't know how to finish.

  "I don't know how they will tell my story iure, Lord Manderly," Jon interrupted him, before tinuing. "But I certainly will be satisfied if they talk about how a boy of 8 namedays who ed the stables with horse dung in Winterfell, became a king who leads tens of thousands of men, dwarfs, and giants... I will be very satisfied," Jon spoke.

  "I think you are right..." Manderly said.

  "Let's stop talking about this, now tell me, Lord Manderly. And what would you like to discuss with the most hated man in the north?" I said, making the man frown a bit.

  "I don't think you are the most hated, King of Arctica... people just raised a misception about you... and as you see, your sister is fine... but still, you are loved by many with your stories of how you helped the north when you were just a child," he spoke.

  "Jon never captured me... do you hear?!" Arya decided to speak this time with an accusatory too the man, while he nodded.

  "I know that, as I said before... it was a misception on the part of some..." He spoke carefully before looking at Arya. "And I'm here to deliver a message from your father, Lady Arya..." He said as Arya quickly softened her anger.

  Arya looked towards Jon, whed in response. "You talk to him freely, Arya." He said while she looked at Manderly with suspi.

  "Speak," she demanded, as the man couldn't help but notice her sword in her hand while she was uo rest it on the sofa. He quickly reized it as the legendary sword by the pommel shaped like an egg and dragon wings for the guard.

  He tried to ighe shock of seeing Dark Sister in Arya's hands before turning back to the girl. "Your father wants to see you again, he asked me to tell you that he and your family want you back, that he wishes to see you at home after all these years," he spoke with a cautious tone.

  This seemed to stir something in Arya as she shook her head at the end. "I will return, but not now. And tell my father, if I return and hear someone say that Jon kidnapped me years ago, I will cut off the head of anyone who utters those words!" She excimed, while Jon looked at her with disapproval, thinking that was quite extreme.

  Arya missed her father and the others, but she still wao be with Jon. "But your family…" Lord Manderly tried tue.

  "After this trip, Arya will return to Winterfell," Jon stated.

  "Tell my father that in a year, I will be back, after all, we are headi, it will be a long journey," Arya said quickly with a smile.

  "I uand…" Wylis had no leverage here, so he simply nodded, uue further.

  "About Winterfell, how is House Stark?" Jon asked, no longer calling him father, wanting to know what had happened since he visited Winterfell with Eragon.

  Despite the disfort, Lord Manderly turned back to Jon. "Things haven't ged much over the years, but there was an i more than a moon ago, where a mysterious storm circled the castle and covered the castle in snow, and a sound that some say was a motag the Starks, others talk of thunder, but most believe it was the Old Gods speaking. Rumors are cirg in the North that the Starks had ahe gods or something like that," he said, while Arya and even Serena looked at Jon with wide eyes at that moment after hearing that, w what Jon had done.

  Manderly tinued. "But Lord Stark has ged, so they say. It's said he was in the middle of the courtyard when the gods roared.... It seemed like he heard their demands. Sihen, he barely speaks with his wife or even spends time with his family, while he locks himself in his sor every day sihe i. Nobody knows exactly what Lord Stark is thinking, but many say that the Old Gods spoke directly to him," he finished...

  Jon sighed upon hearing this. "I see…" He said, as he was responsible for all this mess. "Anyway, tell Lord Stark that we will talk again one day." He said vaguely as Manderly looked fused at him. "Just say that and he will uand," Jon crified, since he did not pn to go to Winterfell with Arya.

  Despite doubts about this, Wylis just nodded, pnning to pass these mysterious words to his lord. The man didn't know what else to say, after all, he couldn't demand anything here and as Arya did not pn to return to Winterfell. Manderly couldn't deny he wao kly what Jon was iating here with 500 ships, after all, the city still received him and he was here being a special guest of the Sealord.

  "King of Arctica... may I ask something..." He asked suddenly with caution.

  Jon seemed to read his mind at that moment. "If you're w what I pn to do with the North... you don't o worry about your people being my enemies, as long as you don't harm my people, I am not your enemy," Jon responded while the man from White Harbor seemed to sigh in relief with that, but Jon hadn't fihinking about ahing.

  "Tell me, Lord Manderly, how have you been handling the food stocks in the North? We know we've had the lo summer of the st geions and the winter always sts as long as the summer before it. Have you been st a lot of food to face it?" Jon asked, while Wylis thought for a moment.

  Despite being surprised by the question, Wylis answered holy, "We have some stock, but we haven't started buying in bulk," he replied. They hadn't yet made powerful deals with the south.

  "I see. I doubt the North really buys Arcti food, but that might ge with third-party purchases, sine of my deals with this city is a new food supply, I guarahe price you'll pay with the fixed margin I require to sell to the end er is much better than what you buy from the Rivernds and the Reach," Jon said.

  After all, if he sold to Braavos while they could profit, they would resell to the kingdom of the North, pulling an even lower price or causing the southern kingdoms to lose their sales, leading to their entire harvest spoiling or even having to lower prices, which was also a signifit difference from what they usually earn. After all, they pce quite abusive prices sihe North had no choice but to buy from them.

  "You pn to sell food to Braavos?" Wylis was surprised by this.

  "Exactly, we are still iating in the ing days," Jon said, introdug a cheap alternative for food in the market, he didn't do this ieros because it could plicate buying his horses in the Reach.

  Not just a cheaper alternative, but also a greater variety than what they usually ed. After all, in Arctica they have very variable agriculture and even in wihey still produce more food, with almost all the grains, fruits, vegetables, and legumes in the world.

  "If that's true, King of Arctica... I see no reason ouldn't buy from Braavos. Although I'd prefer to buy from you, since you are the direct supplier, I 't guarahis from the other houses," Manderly spoke and reized how the other houses did not view Jon, especially since Jon had goo war with the and other important houses of Westeros.

  "Your will not be able to say that you are strengthening the enemies with this and tell you about a price that is oh of what you usually buy from the Rivernds and the Reach," Jon said while Lord Manderly's eyes wide this. The King of Arctica had already looked at the market to see how it operated before this proposal; it was easy to pick up on that in those versations he had at the bas in Highgarden, which is why he was always talking to the nobles.

  After that, Lord Wylis Manderly asked no more questions, as there was nothing more to say. "I shall go then, Jon Arctica, to vey your words and Arya's that she will visit them in a year at Winterfell," he said, "I am sure Lord Stark will indeed be happy and grateful to hear this." He spoke at the end.

  Jon nodded as they watched Lord Manderly walk away before starting to rise aurn to his women. "Well, that's finally over, now let's get ready, for we have a baonight," he announced as the women nodded and they headed to their room to get ready.

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