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  Third Person POV

  Essos, 297 AC.

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  "Are we ready to depart, my king?" His man spoke as Jon tio gaze at Meereen in the distahey were ba the Arti ships, and from there, Jon could see the devastation he and his men had wrought. Beyond the crumbled wall, with smoke still rising from the site and patches of green fmes burning here and there, other parts of the city also showed signs of smoke, while some of the mansions of the Great Masters had bee abze.

  Beyond the broken wall on that side, the ey had gathered to watch them leave. Not spending even a full day iy, the entire operation – from guarding the walls to the executions and anizing the city as Jon had arranged – had taken arou hours in total. There was no reason to linger while others were left in charge until the Artis returo admihe city properly.

  The people stood there, watg them with mixed emotions – admiration, fear, and even hatred, particurly from the sves themselves. After all, to them, the Artis had ruiheir lives. Some sves had lived retively fortable lives uheir masters, even holding positions above other sves. Jon knew all too well that sves themselves might start ensving others, especially those who uood the system intricately. That's why he hoped that Quaithe and the other red priests he had entered would maintain trol of the city until help arrived from Vontis.

  Jon could have left his men to mahe city, but he sidered it cruel. They had been by his side for so long that leaving anyone behi like an insult to his people. He decided there was nothing more to be done here now that his objective had been fulfilled.

  The Artis had made their move against those who had sought to harm them, delivering a clear message. Attag their people had resulted in the assault on the principal cities of Sver's Bay, the elimination of all the masters, and the looting of their families. The gold was returo the sves to rebuild the cities and ge the system – a challehat y ahead.

  This pattered in every city they passed through. Astapor was the first to fall, followed by Yunkai, and finally Meereen. The coordinated effort of the Great Masters across the cities to strike against the Artis in Vontis had been prompted by news of their advahrough Essos. Motivated by fear, they acted on prophecies that foretold the Artis would end the sve trade – a prophecy that ultimately came true more because of the Masters' own as than Jon harb revolutionary ideas for this part of the world.

  Like Meereen, Jo each city without a formal administration. The responsibility fell to the red priests and even some of the sves, with Jon deg that they would return and that things had better remain in order. Of course, not everyone was satisfied with the ges; some resisted leaving their old lives behind. But Jon remaieadfast. Despite this, most were grateful to finally be free, though somewhat lost in this new way of life they had never known.

  "Let's go; there's nothio do here," Jon informed his men at that moment.

  The 200 ships who had taken part iaeereen quickly began moving, men running across the ships as they adjusted their course before heading directly for the open sea. Fifty ships were stationed in each city, tinuing tahings until the mai passed by. When the fleet did, fifty ships from Yunkai and another fifty from Astapor joihe 200 ships that had already departed Meereen.

  The rest of the fleet, with over 100 additional ships, was a few hours away. When they arrived, Jon, Arya, and several of his royal guards boarded the fgship, where his family awaited his return after a full day since he had left for the coast.

  Jon approached the line of women and children with a reserved smile on his face.

  "Did everything go well, Jon?" Rhaenys asked, waiting for him with Jahaerys in her arms. At almost a year old, he was growing into a strong ahy child.

  "Did everything go well? How is our boy?" Jon asked, suggesting that the small war with Sver's Bay was of lesser importance as he looked at the baby, who babbled cheerfully. ed in a b embroidered with the symbol of a dragon—not the Targaryen sigil, but one crafted by Rhaenys herself, and bearing Artica's emblem as well—the child gazed at him with an almost toothless smile. He reached out toward Jon, demanding to be held.

  "Dagun..." the child said, which meant 'dragon,' insistently calling for his father.

  "We'll see the dragooday," Jon said, pig up his child from Rhaenys's arms. His clothes were already ed of blood, as he had removed his armor and bathed before ing here.

  "Dagun..." Jahaerys tiugging at Jon's face with his tiny hands.

  "Patience, son. We'll see the dragons ter," Jon replied with a smile. The dragons were occupying the stables, which had once bee only for horses, as they were growing te. Even now, the sounds of their restlessness could be heard below, as if sensing Jon's presence.

  Soon, they would reach the size of a full-grown horse, from what Jon could tell. For now, it wasn't a problem, but they would o be taken to Artica quickly. After all, dragons weren't raised aboard ships, and every day, they demanded Jon's or his son's preseherwise, there would be trouble.

  This had bee routine. Jon may have been absent from Jahaerys's life for six moons during the war, but now he spent every day with him and visited the dragons. That routine was why Jahaerys immediately demanded Jon's attention as soon as he saw his father.

  The boy shared a strong bond with all the dragons, though Jon wasirely sure what it meant. It was likely that none of the dragons would object to Jahaerys choosing one as his mount. At the same time, it seemed that all the dragons awaited Jon's and, even though he already had ohis raised a question: was it truly a rule to limit oo a single dragon? Perhaps her Jon nor his children would be bound by such a restri. Only time would tell.

  Jon had also discovered that he could ehe minds of all the dragons, except for those boo Daenerys and Rhaenys. These twons had exclusive es to their riders, and as a result, the other dragons wouldn't let Daenerys or Rhaenys get too close. It seemed to be a rea to their bonds. However, Jahaerys fao sudifference, as he hadn't cimed a drago. At only one year old, it was clear he would have his choi the future.

  Jo Jahaerys with Rhaenys and turo his wife. The red-haired woman was holding a baby who gazed at Jon with curiosity.

  Ygritte had given birth to their son two months earlier, shortly after they left Yi-Ti, where her pregnancy had reached its end. He was exactly as she had hoped—identical to Jon, though without green eyes. He was a true Stark, with grey eyes, bck hair, and a slightly promi jaw.

  "How is he?" Jon asked.

  "Restless, especially after his father disappeared for a whole day," Ygritte said, her tone weary. Jon approached and kissed her forehead.

  "It's done—faster than I initially pnned," Jon ented, and she nodded. Ygritte had wao fight alongside Jon in Meereen, but as the mother of a newborn, she had stayed behind to care for their son, Brandon Stark, named after his appearand in honor of the Builder.

  "Are we going home?" she asked him.

  "We're going home. Just... we o make o stop," Jon replied, stepping back.

  Jon theed Daenerys, who looked at him with a happy smile. By now, everyone knew she was his lover. Soon, they would be officially married. It was evident she was deeply in love as Journed her smile with a look of affe.

  The st meeting was with Princess Hiyori, who gave a formal gesture of greeting but also offered him a smile. During the jourhe two had gotten to know each other better. They had spoken about their respective lives and experiences, and Jon had told her about Artid what her life would be like there. Teachers had been assigo teach Hiyori the nguages only used in Artica, in addition to High Valyrian and the Old Tongue. She was an intelligent young woman, and her quick learning surprised all her tutors. She had even begun practig with Jon and the other women.

  After finishing his versation with Hiyori and while Arya greeted Wind, Jouro his men, who were waiting for orders.

  "Let's resume sailing. I want us to head out to sea and follow the route to Artica before stopping at the pce I already informed you about," Jon said to the captain, who quickly reyed orders to the other 400 ships.

  The fleet soon began to move again as Jon's meled aboard the ships, but there were still a few people Jon o introduce to his family.

  "Before anything else, I want you to meet someone," Jon said, looking directly at Daenerys, wharded him with curiosity.

  He poio a woman with dark curly hair and tanned skin, eared slightly shy.

  "This is Missandei. We found her during the atta Astapor. I liked her after speaking with her and asked if she would like to join us. She already knows several nguages, and I would like her to bee your dy-in-waiting," Jon said directly to Daenerys, looking at Missandei.

  All of Jon's wives had dies-in-waiting who apahem. Ygritte and Seryna had Arti women who stayed close to the queens when Jon was not around, as he did not i with them much.

  Daenerys tio study the young woman, who seemed both embarrassed and afraid of being judged. Daenerys appeared to feel passion for her; after all, she had once been in a simir position not long ago.

  Daenerys was the only one who didn't yet have a dy-in-waiting. Even Rhaenys had received Arti women to help care for her child and the Prince of Artica. Jon had chosen Missandei not only because Daenerys was the only ohout a dy-in-waiting but also because he believed the two would get along well. He wahem to bee aced to each other.

  Jon had decided t Missandei along after realizing she would not adapt well to Essos following the quest of Sver's Bay. He brought her with a few clear rules. The first was that no new religion would be introduced other than the old Arti gods. Missandei, for her part, stated that she had nion since being taken from the Summer Isles or that she had long stopped praying tods.

  "Missandei... it's a pleasure to meet you. I hope we be friends," Daenerys took the initiative to start the versation.

  "It will be a pleasure, Queen Daenerys..." Missandei murmured, bowing her head.

  "I'm not a queen, not yet... Anyway, I'd like you to settle in on the ship first before we talk further," Daenerys said.

  "Well, let's head inside. I'd like to rest a bit," Jon said, turning to Arya.

  Arya was standing nearby with an Unsullied ander named Grey Worm. Like Missandei, Grey Worm was someone Jon had brought from Astapor.

  Arya was in and of that Unsullied ander and many others—a total of 600 who had survived the Arti attack, which resulted in the deaths of 12,000 Unsullied.

  During the quest, a man had attempted tain for his life by a staff that granted trol over the st group of Unsullied, knowing he had no ce of survival. Jon, of course, didn't let him live, exeg him after a trial. However, he gave the master's staff to Arya, askio destroy it so they wouldn't have to kill the remaining Unsullied.

  That's exactly what she did. However, this led to an ued oute: the Unsullied chose to follow her voluntarily. Even when Arya told them they were free, they decred their loyalty to her, breaking the staff that symbolized their e. Jon watched this carefully and made it clear that she could lead them, as long as it was done responsibly.

  Arya accepted. After all, her primary i y in military affairs, and Jon believed this would be an excellent opportunity for her to hone her and skills. Despite Jon and the others—even Arya herself—having killed Unsullied during the invasion, they seemed loyal and uo betray her. Johem under her and but remained vigint for any suspicious behavior, as they had been enemies until very retly.

  After this iion, Joime with his wives and children while the fleet tis jourhe following days were calm, although fear was still evident on the ships they entered at sea. Many fled as soon as they spotted the Arti fleet. By now, the entire world knew of them, and they would be even more shocked to learn what had happened in Sver's Bay. All the cities fell within 24 hours, with the Artis brutally killing all the sve masters and robbing their families after trials ducted by the Arti king himself. Jon had personally beheaded over 150 men, not to mentiohers his men had killed.

  This would undoubtedly shake the world, but it would take time for the o spread, and Jon was in no rush for it. As they passed Valyria, they sailed on the open sea, avoiding Vontis but cutting toward a point on the southern coast, navigating diagonally ohey were beyond Valyria.

  Thus, Johe fgship with part of the fleet statio sea and took a few ships to the southern coast of Essos, between Vontis and Lys, anch in a desote area.

  Jon disembarked with Ghost from the ship while his men watched with ed expressions, protesting his decision to veo the wilderness alone.

  "I'll be fine here. I have Ghost with me, so don't worry," Jon reassured them, mounting his direwolf and leaving behind the group that wao apany him. By going alone, Jon could act much more quickly, eager to return home as soon as possible.

  Of course, there were plenty of Dothraki, bandits, and meraries in the area, but Jon knew he didn't o worry. He could spot any enemy miles away in the desert using his eagle vision. Besides, Ghost was with him, with stamina and speed far superior to any horse if needed.

  Jon donned clothing to protect himself from the sun, armed himself, a off into the desert with Ghost. Ghost sprinted into the barren ndscape, running for hours without stopping, c nearly 300 kilometers until they reached an area near Chroyane and Myr. Along the way, Jon passed several vilges but avoided them all. There was even a Khasar in the region, but Jon easily skirted around them, unaware that a giant wolf was running close to the group.

  Finally, Jon stopped in peared to be an unremarkable spot in the middle of nowhere.

  "Well, it seems this is the pce," Jon murmured, the location where Ghost had stopped. He analyzed the terrain using his aerial vision, noting the precise distance from the nearby river to the south.

  Cirg the ground with Ghost, Jon carefully examihe soil. "It's been more than 50 years sihis was buried here... but I still find it..." Jon murmured as he stopped at a specific spot, dismounted Ghost, and ko touch the ground, smiling.

  "This is it," he said, stepping back. Ghost approached and dug his cws into the ground, beginning to dig rapidly, like any e might.

  The work tinued for some time. With his powerful paws, Ghost tore into the hard soil, while Jon poured water he had brought to soften the ground and make digging easier. They worked until Ghost, with half his body ihe hole, paused, looked back at Jon, and sighat he had found something.

  "Great, bring it here, boy," Jon instructed.

  Ghost obeyed, pg his mouth on the object he had uncovered and starting to pull it free. After some effort, he brought a rge chest to the surface. As Jon approached and began ing the chest, Ghost stepped bad shook himself, dislodging the excess dirt that had accumuted on his armor and fur.

  "I'll give you a bath personally whe back, my friend..." Jon said with a smile, knowing the direwolf hated being in the scorg desert but still followed his master's ands without question. It was only fair to reward him ohey returned. Journed his attention to the chest.

  With his bde, Jon cut the lock seg the chest and ope.

  "Finally, I found it," he murmured, gazing at the tents of the chest.

  Inside was the legendary sword Bckfyre, given by King Aegon the Unworthy to his son Daemon Bckfyre. Despite being buried for decades, the sword was in impeccable dition, untouched by time or soil. Jon lifted it, and the Valyrian steel bde gleamed, refleg the sunlight that shone down on them.

  Jon nodded, satisfied. "It seems I have another sword to fight by my side..."

  He examihe bde. It was still razor-sharp and in pristine dition, as if it had been fed just the day before.

  "I used to like wielding two swords, but I think I'll settle for just ohis time," Jon ented as he studied Bckfyre. It erfe every aspect—heavier and thicker than Darksister.

  Jon then found its sheath ihe chest arieved it to store the sword. He looked at it with satisfa. He had seen its st moments in Brynden's green vision before it was buried, but no one had ever returo retrieve it. Bckfyre, who had the sword at the time, died with the knowledge of its location. Rec the true sword had been one of Jon's goals, and now it was finally in his hands.

  "It's time to retire my two katanas. I'll use this as my main on," he said as he climbed onto Ghost, ready to leave. "Let's head back to the coast."

  The direwolf howled in agreement, and the two began their return. For over two hours, they traveled at high speed—around 150 km/h—until they finally reached the coast and the waiting ships.

  The royal guards sighed in relief upon seeing their kiurn. Even the birds following him in the sky desded, as the Wargs had kept close watch over their king throughout the desert, prepared to act if anything happened—a testament to Jon's status among his men.

  "Let's return," Jon said as he boarded the ship again, rejoining the fleet with the sword in hand.

  "So you've found Bckfyre!" Rhaenys murmured in awe as she examihe sword in their quarters after Jon had finished settling Ghost in a er of the ship surrounded by ice to keep the direwolf fortable.

  "Are we going home now?" Ygritte asked with a smile, clearly happy that things were finally returning to normal for Jon's family. Daenerys and Rhaenys ied the sword while Hiyori watched curiously. It was evident that everyone was eager to reture having overe her hanks to lessons from Lord Kin'emon's wife, Jon's wife missed Artica as much as he did.

  "Of course. This was our third and final stop. Now we'll return... or rather, almost all of us," Jon said, giving Arya a meaningful look. She pressed her lips together, uanding his i.

  The fleet returo the sea, passing south of Lys before navigating around the Stepstohe sight of Jon and his 400 ships, even after a year in the East, attracted attention from everyone, including the inhabitants of the nearby isnds. Lys, Dorne, and the Stepstones all sought tact with the fleet, but Jon paid them no mind, staying focused as the ships pressed steadily northward.

  This tinued for several weeks until they stopped at a poiween White Harbor and the city of the Manderlys, in the southern part of the North, to say their farewells. Arya seemed a little nervous, as she was finally returning to Winterfell after so many years—over six years, to be exaow she was nearly 15 namedays old.

  "Take care, Arya. I hope to see you soon," Jon's wives said, bidding her farewell with warm smiles, to which Arya responded with gratitude.

  She didn't just say goodbye to Jon's wives ahed but also to the friends she had made as a princess of Artid during their travels. A specific ship had been prepared for her and the men who would apao Winterfell, while the main ship would tih the fleet to Artica. Jon wouldn't visit Winterfell this time but knew Arya o see her family. He assured her that if she wished to return to Artica, he would personally bring her back, though he knew she wouldn't be alone.

  Arya looked at Jon, her lips slightly pursed. He noticed her hesitation and pced a reassuring hand on her shoulder, her a warm smile.

  "Well, it's not like you'll be alone. You've got aire squad of Unsullied who follow you of their own free will, plenty of Artis who will be with you, and two royal guards as well," Jon said fidently. "If you need me, you know you send for me with a letter using the birds I'll leave for you. And if anything happens, I won't hesitate to leave everyone in terror before ing to fetch you and taking you back to Arti Eragon. Uood?" he cluded, looking directly at Arya.

  Arya nodded, still serious. "I'll only stay for a while, Jon. You know Winterfell isn't my home anymore. My pce is in Artica. I'll just be there to see them after all these years, but soon I'll return to where I belong," she said firmly.

  Jon maintained his smile and replied, "Of course, Arya. We'll reunite again soon."

  She nodded once more before heading to the other ship, apanied by the men who would escort her. About 600 Unsullied, led by Grey Worm, followed her voluntarily, along with the Artis who would apany and protect her.

  The two ships began to part ways. The ship bearing the Arti banner sailed west toward White Harbor, carrying Arya aboard while her gaze remained fixed on Jon's fgship. As her ship left the fleet, the remaining 400+ ships resumed their course north, finally returning to Artica.

  The 430 remaining ships sailed in formation, den with the wealth of their endeavors, tless items, and many new animals. They also carried the men and knowledge Jon had brought from the East, including books he had received from the Shogun and purchased through trade.

  Among the fleet ecial ship used to transport some unique creatures Jon had collected during a stop in Sothoryos on their way back. Additionally, there was a ship carrying a Valyrian steel fe, which would mark the beginning of a new era for Artica with its own produ of Valyrian steel.

  Jon looked toward the horizon, eager. He was finally heading home, ready to see the people he loved after more than a year away.

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