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  Thrid Person POV

  Essos, 296 AC.

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  The ships tinued sailing south of Essos, headi, as they would have a few days before approag Vontis.

  "So you're making maps like this... very well drawn..." Jon heard a voice approag as she sat down beside him while he was in his , drawing with his eagles in the sky capturing the perfect details of the coastlines for him to represent on paper.

  "Yes..." Jon muttered softly as he tinued drawing the precise curves on his paper, his mind split between fog on the drawing and the eagle's eyes in the sky.

  "..." She looked at Jon, a little curious about his curt demeanor.

  "Don't look at him like that..." Ygritte spoke hem, drawing a ndscape. "He always gets so focused when he's making these drawings, since he needs every little detail." The sed queen ented, and Rhaenys rying to uand as her gaze returo Jon, trating on the drawing.

  "Alright." She said eventually, sitting beside him admiring her husband there, making his drawings. They had married three days ago and spent most of their time together without Jon mating the marriage due to her pregnancy.

  Still, they spent every night together with Ygritte, though none of them did anything in front of Rhaenys. She knew what they did when alone, not that Rhaenys could pin about it.

  Jon tinued with his drawings, and even Daenerys joihem in the , aced to entering there with Ygritte on the days Jon was away.

  Jo a while focused on his maps until he finally finished, blinking as he noticed Rhaenys was no longer beside him but rather with Daenerys, looking at a drawing made by Ygritte. It was her than Eragon himself, with Ygritte finishing the c as she outlined his features—white skin with green spots.

  "You're certainly getting really good at these drawings, Ygritte..." Jon approached after finally pleting his part of the ti, his eagle still on watch, gathering memories for Jon to review ter.

  "I know." Ygritte smiled with an arrogant response, as she had been improving quite quickly, and soon enough, she'd be able to make realistic drawings.

  "This is your dragon, Jon? How big is he? Dany told me you've had him since you were nine or ten years old." Rhaenys looked at Jon, her eyes full of excitement.

  "He's about fifteeers long... he's growing much faster thanks to the sacred tree iy... if the other dragons have the same effect from the Great Weirwood, then Artica will be blessed with many dragons flying its skies in just a few years."

  "So beautiful... I didn't knons had fs..." Daenerys ented in admiration.

  "He's unique. I'll be off to handle some matters; stay as long as you need." Jon said in the end, and they nodded as he left the .

  Outside, he found his men calmly doing some tasks, but nothing urgent as they sailed with nothing else on the sea but themselves. As he walked among his men, greeting them, he went to the edge of the ship, where Arya and Wiossing something into the water.

  "What are you doing?" Jon asked, seeing them throw food.

  "We're trying to see if we call Serume!" Arya answered with a smile, making Jon roll his eyes.

  "He's not likely to e like this, sidering he's got a huge shark in his mouth now... a pieeat doesn't seem very tempting for him at the moment." Jon said, where his people were still following the fleet uer.

  "Tsk." Arya pouted, having nothing more to do but try these sorts of things.

  "If you're bored, you should study." Jon advised.

  "I already studied... I want to do something else." She demanded, knowing Jon would uand.

  "Alright... grab your sword; we have some time before the sus pletely." Jon said in the end, and the girl nodded excitedly, running off to get Dark Sister.

  Jon had some orders to pass along, but he could train for a while, which was better for him than fog on drawings—something he holy didn't enjoy as much as the three women ihe did.

  In the end, they kept training while the ship tinued headi. There were the Summer Isles to the south of Westeros, an area in the sea the size of one of the seven kingdoms, where pirate activity was quite strong, along with the sve trade.

  But Jon wasn't very ied at the moment, thinking he might go there on his return trip to Artica. And so the days passed, with the Artis tinuing their routines while Vontis drew closer to them and their pursuers.

  The activities in Dorne were passed on to the king's spies, while cil meetings were held about it i days as well. But there wasn't much they could do, so they always ended up trying to find useless methods to deal with the Artis, since political games didn't work, and trying to defeat them by force was suicidal while they were at sea with a fleet rger than the ohat had faced and decimated almost all of Westeros' naval power.

  The Arti king seemed to mock them; after all, they were gathering a group at the Wall to ihe North beyond it, but while that was happening, it seemed the Artis were enjoying their "vacation," passing through the entire Ession without g about the increasing numbers of soldiers trating at the Wall to iheir kingdom. The loime passed, the more news of their activities was heard by all.

  Varys was careful to erase anything that could be heard about Daenerys Targaryen, due to Jon's threat. Varys and Illyrio had no choiow; they had to obey Artica, as he was so dangerous that he could kill them at any moment. This made Varys stantly worried about keeping this secret, even keeping an eye oher cil members, so no ohere would have any rumor about it.

  Thus, no ohere knew about Daenerys' existenot even Viserys, to avoid speaking out and putting his friend Illyrio in a position of being ao the as well.

  Illyrio ios had also dealt with the meraries who survived, assassinating them a little ter to keep everyone's mouth shut.

  "What should we do about the soldiers at the Wall?" Stannis suddenly asked.

  "We shouldn't do anything but wait." Jon Arryn began in the middle of today's meeting. "We've already sent them there, and we're not going t them back, wasting resources. We want to know more about this kingdom, Artica; let's take advantage of the king's abseo verify its location and structure before making any other real decision on how the Seven Kingdoms should deal with them."

  "And the marriage between my nied Jon Artica? Is the proposal still oable?" Renly asked, not seeming very mu favor of it.

  "We should cel it!" Cersei immediately excimed, as she always did when the subject was raised.

  "That was an agreemeween the king and your father. I don't think it would be wise for us to make a decision here without their presence." Pycelle pondered, while Cersei gred at him, appearing to growl at him. The man lowered his head, wanting to avoid her fury, though he was more loyal to Tywin than to Cersei.

  "Exactly, Pycelle is right. We shouldn't decide anythi." Jon Arryn said, trying to pacify Cersei.

  Baelish was the only one who didn't seem to voice his opinions, remaining silent the eime, avoiding saying too much about his views. He had developed a certain trauma and didn't want to tradict the Artis openly in the cil again, although everyone knew he would do anything to destroy them. So much so that he would soon go to Braavos, to the House of Bd White.

  "Well, we 't do anything." Renly said in the end. "I know it's ing that the Artis keep in tact with some Dornish people, he Martell family, but I don't think there's anything we do."

  "Summon the Dornish." Cersei spoke immediately. "Ask them to e here and swear they won't betray us. They're plotting something; we 't let that happen." She said angrily.

  "Unfortunately, we 't do that without an exge. Perhaps we should promise your you son to Arianne Martell." Jon Arryn ented.

  "You must be joking!" Cersei exploded, not liking any of it either. "I won't do it! You already want to send my daughter to the savages in the North, and now you want to send ao the midst of the snakes in the desert!? Arianne Martell is much older than Tommen, and I know she's one of those Dornish sluts who sleeps even with her guards! I will not allow this to happen, and I will do everything to prevent my daughter from going beyond the Wall!" She decred, growling, while the others could only sigh, knowing how difficult it was to deal with her.

  As everythi silent, someone decided to break the atmosphere. "I heard something curious that happened in Dorer the Arti ships fled..." Varys began, gaining everyone's attention. "I don't know the details, but my little birds told me about dozens of Dornish soldiers fallen at Sunspear Pace, ending with the sudden disappearance of Doran's bastard, while no other Martell was targeted. Doran seemed quite ed with her disappearance..." He finished.

  "I remember he had a bastard... Is that true?" Jon Arryn murmured, knowing of Nyra's existe without maails about the girl. After all, he had never seen her, only heard some rumors as about the houses, as he always o stay informed about the main families in his current position.

  "Yes, it's very likely that the Artis kidnapped her from Dorne, which makes ohink that Jon Artica has some straerest in the bastard, as he had tact with dies of high nobility but only acted this way with her. And, at the same time, this kind of i undoubtedly led to enmity with Dorne. I believe their agreement ehere." Varys spoke, reasoning while the others saw a certain opportunity in this, finally finding a solution to their problems so far... Varys could even have said this before they began the discussion, but they nodded in satisfa in the end. After all, if Jon Artica was at odds with the Martells, it meant one less enemy ally against them, and they could even sway Doro their side as well.

  "I knew bastards attract each other... bunch of filthy beings..." Cersei said with a venomous tone, and Jon would have used a bird if he were there to harm that woman's face, for Jon wouldn't dare listen to insults against Rhaenys. But he didn't care about Westeros anymore, treating them like wind.

  "I heard she's pregnant... so there's no doubt the child could be the Arti king's, sidering her pregnancy aligns with his visit to Dorne..." Varys deduced soon after.

  "So this sinner is having a bunch of children around..." Pycelle said with disdain.

  "..." Ser Barristan Selmy remained silent, having his own thoughts.

  "This is bad..." Jon Arryn said. "As much as it breaks a bridge between Dorne and Artica... if Doran's daughter has an heir with Ned's bastard son... this could make Dorne our official enemy... I 't even see a marriage between Princess Myrcel and Jon Artica..." He voiced his s while many saw the situation turning grim.

  "In any case... let the bastards breed more bastards... I hope it happens. The Dornish will learn not to meddle with savages who steal women. So I will never give my daughter to them, and I won't give my son to the Dornish either!" Cersei said again, and the meeting tinued with only dialogues g feasible solutions, even with this information.

  Thus it tinued for the few hours, with some raising suggestions and others dismissing them with terarguments. No one could quite figure out how to deal with the Artis, after all, they were a fleet that didn't leave the sea, and no one could bring them down in naval bat.

  "What if we try to turn to the ironborn?" Renly suggested, while the others raised their eyebrows at this possibility.

  "It's possible... we use Balon Greyjoy, but I'm sure he'll want to raise a fleet again..." Stannis said with a somber tone.

  "Even so, it could be a solution... This might be iing. We send a message to Balon Greyjoy aiate." Jon Arryn admitted it was a good idea and tinued.

  "Anyway, let's end this meeting. We will revisit this the ime we gather, which will be tomorrow." He said with authority, while everyone nodded and quickly left.

  Cersei quickly left with her brother behind her, who had remained silent the entire meeting. Varys and Baelish also left together, with Pycelle following shortly after, with Ser Barristan passing by him. Two people remaihere, Jon Arryn and Stannis Baratheon.

  Stannis looked at him seriously. "Did you get the book?" He asked, seeing that there was no one else around.

  "Yes, I've started reading it, but I need you to help me. I saw some children iy of King's Landing, and I o see more of them..." Jon Arryn said to Stannis, who nodded.

  They were iigating a very serious case before the court, which would bring even more discord among them amidst a crisis in the kingdom. This matter involved the royal children, but they o iigate it in any case before deg anything, and even if they found the truth of their suspis, they would still have to see if they would do anything while there could be a war against Artica.

  Meanwhile, at one of the windows iallest towers of the Red Keep, a girl with golden hair and bright green eyes, as beautiful as her mother but with a very different personality, looked at the city with suspi. She wasn't aware that once again, she was the subject of the royal cil. She already khat she was being talked about a lot at court.

  Some nobles looked at her curiously, others with pity. It seemed that everyone knew she could be sent to the North and married off to the bastard son of the Lord of Winterfell, who had traveled beyond the Wall and bee a king, rid powerful.

  As she thought about this, it was then that the door to her room opened, and she looked in surprise, seeing her mother entering, while the Kingsguard closed the door, leaving the two of them alone.

  "Mother?!" She stepped away from the window, surprised, looking at the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

  "My sweet daughter." Cersei said, approag as she touched her face with some affe. Her mother had not visited her much throughout her life, as she had been doing tely, after her grandfather had suggested to her father that they arrange a betrothal, still without a response from the King beyond the Wall.

  "Is there a problem... my daughter?" She saw the look of on Myrcel's face.

  "It's... difficult to expin..." Myrcel didn't know how to express what she had been thinking.

  "Yoing to marry. I imagine you are scared by yrandfather's and the king's ideas." She said.

  It was strange for Myrcel, as her mother never referred to her father as "your father." It was always something like "your king" or "he," with a tone of disdain, but never "father." In any case, her mother seemed to look at her with pity and even pt. In fact, Pycelle thought it was like she was an object to her mother, ohat she didn't want to lose... it was strange.

  "It's okay, Mother." Myrcel tried to end the subject.

  "No, it's not okay!" Cersei growled for a moment, catg Myrcel by surprise. "Listen, daughter..." Cersei resumed with her loving tone. "I have heard terrible things, very terrible, about the Artis, the savages of the North." She said, and Myrcel's eyes showed some tremors, after all, she was just a girl, and her mother always insisted on this, even though she always tried to ge the subject, because she knew her mother would say how horrible they were and how she would suffer.

  Seeing her daughter looking at her with a certain fear, Cersei tinued. "I heard they went to Dorne and kidnapped a woman, a bastard daughter of Doran Martell. I heard that this bastard daughter caught the eye of the Arti king the moment he saw her when he visited Dorne." Cersei began to deduce what had happened, even though she wasn't sure. She knew her lie would work on her fragile daughter.

  "Really?" Myrcel murmured with some doubt.

  "Yes, I heard that she was very beautiful, known even beyond the borders of Dorne. But the Arti king wasn't satisfied with just looking. He sent his men, who ehe pace at night, killing all the guards and even threatening the Martell family, kidnapping the girl while she was dragged by her hair out of the city and taken back to the ship." She said in a serious tone, as Myrcel grew paler and paler.

  "And that same night, the Arti king had his fun with her and didn't stop for a moment, despite her screams. On the trary, he enjoyed hearing her suffering even more. And after satisfying himself, he gave her to all of his men, and eae used her. I don't know what happeo her, but she 't be in a good state. If she was kept captive, it would be better if she were dead, as she will be used over and over by the savages..." Cersei spoke, trying to instill as much fear as possible in her daughter, who trembled, looking with vat eyes.

  Cersei seemed to enjoy this before tinuing, as she was succeeding in veyily what she wanted. "I don't want to scare you, my daughter, but what your king and yrandfather want is madness, and this will be your fate. I don't want my daughter to be a broodmare or even a pleasure object for the Arti king and his men. Very bad things will happen to you, so we must fight to ehis marriage doesn't happen, do you uand?" She said, while Myrcel couldn't even answer, still trembling.

  "Anyway, I'm leaving. Think long and hard about this, daughter. As your mother, I want the best for you." She said, standing up and leaving, leaving the girl there, starting to cry.

  Cersei was a narcissistian, preferring even that her daughter die rather than marry the Arti king as his wife, lying btantly by saying they were horrible savages so that Myrcel herself would try to reject the marriage.

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