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  Thrid Person POV

  Dorne, 295 AC.

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  Jon headed to the feast after leaving Nyra Sand behind, returning to the artificial lighting of the mps and the sound of the bards' music, while all the Dornish nobles were sampling their wares with his miill versing with them, expining their funs and curiosities. Joe feeling a bit odd about his iion with the Targaryen girl, still looked on with satisfa as the man from the North seemed to be handling the nobles splendidly.

  "This is really good! I've never felt anything cold in my life, and to think that such a sensatioed!" said a dy to her equally surprised husband.

  "My throat! What a strange sensation..." another Dornishman spoke wordlessly as he sampled the Dornish wine, whitil then had been drunk warm, now with ice that melted into his drink as the temperature dropped.

  "This is truly revolutionary! To think that we could experiehis kind of luxury!" the man said.

  Jon tio listen to the nobles' versation, but he wouldn't call it a luxury; ice was cheap, the advantage was the quantity Jon could bring. He didn't want to limit it to just noble ption but also wahe on folk to have access to the masterpiece of the ids. 'But that will have to be discussed irade meeting and speaking of which...' Jon looked towards the main table, where Doran eaking with his son, pointing at him. Doran, who had imagined his niece having success and speaking with Jon, was a bit disappointed as he left the baly alone, not long after Nyra had goo him, then proceeded with the pn to hold the meeting with the man from the North, sinyra hadn't mao get any information from him.

  Jon saw Trystane Martell approag him before he returo his table.

  "Lord from the North. My father, Prince Doran Martell would like to gratute you on the success your products are enjoying among the guests and wishes to start the trade meeting." Trystane said courteously.

  "I uand, let me summon my people. And show me the way," Jon said as he moved towards the ter of the feast with Trystane apanying him.

  "Lord from the North. Your sister is a rare beauty," Trystane tinued alongside Jon, and he almost rolled his eyes at that. 'This guy wants to court my sister, through me?' he murmured internally.

  "Well... I 't say the same for our father, so Arya was lucky to i our mother's beauty..." Jon said just to say something, while the Dornish prince seemed to ugh at that.

  Trystane finally ceased his ughter with a ent. "That's great... perhaps one day we be retives," he said pleasantly, and Jon just shrugged, it would depend on Arya, not even his father would have the final word.

  Jon approached his minister.

  "Minister Junly," Jon called him, interrupting the versation he was having with some nobles, auro Jon respectfully. "My king, Prirystane," he said, nodding his head.

  "I need you with me, as we iate with the head of House Martell, we borrow him?" Jon said, turning back to the nobles jokingly, with a few polite smiles, they nodded politely.

  Thus, Joo the main table, where Doran was already leaving with his guards, daughter, and brother.

  "Do you want to e with me?" Jon asked his wives.

  "I'll stay, Jon. I want to stay inside," Ygritte said feeling a bit nauseous, and Jon nodded.

  " you stay with her?" Jon asked Seryna, who nodded without a problem.

  "Now... you will e with me," Jon said to Arya, at least she would participate in the iation as a listener.

  "Yes," Arya responded calmly, as she got up from her chair to follow Jon, if she noticed Trystane looking at her, she pretended not to.

  They proceeded to leave the ba while some royal guards from the North took care of their wives, Jon noticed that Nyra Sand was also on the way, but did not wait for them as she followed a guard to the location, as well. Approag, he saw the girl entering a door as they followed,

  "Lady Stark... If possible, would you like to have a dah me ter? I would be honored," Trystane said, speaking to Arya.

  "We see that, Prirystane," she said, more out of politehan i, and Jon didn't mind them. As they arrived at the door, Trystane's guard, who was apanying them along with the royal guards and the two ministers besides Jon and his sister, opehe door. Jon saw they would be iating on an open deck with a se open to the natural light of the night sky, lit by some dles and apanied by wih Arctic ice.

  "I see you're already getting used to my products," Joered with the group and observed calmly. There was a small table between two Dornish sofas, one already occupied by Doran Martell, his daughter, his sister, and Nyra, just sitting down while their guards stood behind them. However, his st son, whom he had seen at dinner, was not there, leading Jon to believe that Doran did nard him as very important in the family.

  "It's hard not to want after the first taste," Doran ented with a small smile. Jon approached and began to sit on the opposite side. Nyra seemed not to look at him much, trying not to stare. The Arctic group began to settle down, with Jon in the middle between his sister and his ministers while the Arctic warriors stood behind them.

  "I've been w all day how they wear those armors all day long," Oberyn was the first to speak, ied in the guards' armors. "The heat bothers us less than you might think," Jon spoke calmly. Oberyn was not offended, just ughed. But Jon turned his attention to Doran. "Well, shall we begin?" He said, and Doran nodded.

  A servant began to serve them, with id wine. "I would like to drink the whiskey," Jon said, looking at the bottle hidden oable. The man nodded and began to pour for him. "Our wine is not to your liking, Lord from the North?" Trystane said, already settled on the opposite side.

  "It's not that I dislike your wine, but a matter of habit, a good whiskey food iation," Jon said, taking his gss with id stirring it before putting it to his mouth. "Well, as you wish," Doran started on the main topic. "The Martell family is very ied in your products. We want to iate them at a fair price that ass on to our buyers across Westeros," he spoke calmly.

  "For all of Westeros?" Jon raised an eyebrow. He khe snakes would be greedy, but this was too much. "I was thinking of keeping them just up to the borders of Dorne," Jon said but kept a ral tone. "Well, if you want to iate the exclusivity of Doro keep your products for the seven kingdoms, of course, we rea agreement," he said again, while Arianne, Nyra, and Trystane just stayed silent, as Oberyn had a small smile on his face. Arya seemed angry, but Jon had taught her to keep a poker fad just listen until she was called upon. The ministers had raised eyebrows but stayed silent, waiting for their king to deal with them.

  "That depends..." Jon said, taking his gss and bringing it to his mouth. "Are you willing to freeze the prices? After all, as a supplier, my goal is for my resellers to sell with a profit of 40%, nothing more than that," Jon spoke. "Even with logistics, are you willing to do that, Prince Martell?" "That would certainly be unfair, but you could make an exception for our family, couldn't you?" Doran asked again, frowning. "Impossible, the Arctic has a set of trade rules, we will cease to supply our products, and especially our ice, if the end er has to pay more than 40% over the provided price," Jon said with a firm tone, looking the prin the eyes. "But that won't be bad, as rofit from selling to noble houses and even luxury inns," Doran said.

  "This product is intended for the on folk, Prince Doran. We sell more luxurious products, however, the ice will be priced low. You must uand that this kind of odity is not about a high pertage gain but about the volume sold. You've seen how the nobles are fasated with this masterpiece, imagi among the on people. You will sell tons and tons of ice every month just in this city. Even with a profit margin of 5%, you will bee so wealthy that money s will be beh you," Jon gave a brief lecture. He khe potential of this product, and so did the other side, but they were limiting themselves to thinking about profit per sale volume and fog on quick gains, which Jon sidered a very limited mi.

  "You're right, father," surprisingly, it was Nyra who said this, breaking the silence as she saw Doran lose a bit of his smile. "You will earn more by making 20% ohan you would by doubling your profit but only selling to other he Arctipany is willing to sell at a low cost too, si's not a product that's hard to obtain, right?" Nyra spoke, looking at Jon with a more ral expression than she could muster.

  "Yes, we only have the cost of logistics since we have t it from the other side of the ti, and the men willing to leave their families in the Arctid uake such a journey o be well-pensated," Jon advised. After all, even though his people were not very ied in gold yet, the ey would be crucial for the Arctic to i with other kingdoms and for its own development. Any civilization in the world needs good iives to grow.

  Jon was not foolish. After years of studying various types of govers across different eras, he saw that every civilization needed something. The Arctic didn't suffer from hunger or cold, and its people were happy, but that wasn't enough. They o thrive in other areas, hehe opening of trade. The Arctic is not just already the wealthiest city but will surely bee the ercial hub of the known world.

  With this jourhey would open the first Arctipany and start selling its shares. Jon inteo keep the majority of them but would pce capable people in charge of managing them and eager to enrich themselves. Even the Arctic farms and fes would be ercial, with their people iating and selling their products.

  The Arctic people would have to pay for their products, but that was nothing, as it would teach them to work and create profits. These products were just the beginning. Jon envisioned his people innovating the market on their own, creating their products, and improviing ones.

  Now, setting aside the opening of the Arctiy, Jon looked at his listeners. "This is reement, and I io do this across all of Westeros. But I would not reend you want to monopolize i Westeros. It won't be profitable under our rules," Jon warned.

  "And how do you pn to maintain aock? Will these boxes keep the water frozen forever?" Oberyn asked.

  "No, we will have to tinuously rotate, moving in and out of our ships. However, I will also need a pce withiy to maintain a building for ste. I o struct it with Arctic materials, so I pn to purchase this piece of nd," Jon eborated.

  Doran, though relut, eventually yielded and moved on to aopic, which was beverages ailes. They began a game of offers and teroffers. "You may find it expensive, but I have a system of promotions every moon to distribute them. You offset your price with this, but remember, these beverages are not like ice. They are scarcer and of even superior quality, and you know this. You won't find anythier beyond your wine," Jon said, causing Doran to frown. Dorne was known for selling its wihroughout Westeros, and now with these Arctic beverages ieros, it would certainly hurt their profits.

  "You know that many nobles won't be happy with the sale of this type of beverage," Doran said in the end.

  "I 't say that's not true. However, they will still profit from our other products. I just 't say that you will earn mold outside of Dorne," Jon said, maintaining his poker face. I few minutes, he heard a lot from Doran about wanting to lower his prices, aiming to maximize Dornish profits.

  "I'm sure we find a way to lower those prices..." Oberyn murmured by his side.

  Jon looked at him and nodded. He had his own cards to py and waited to saturate his iators enough to find an opening where he could propose some of his ideas while they were in a more persuadable state.

  "We have a proposal," Jon spoke and pulled a scroll from his pocket, passing it to Doran, who unrolled it and began to examis tents.

  "This..." Nyra by his side, looked stunned.

  "What is this?" Arianne asked, and Doran almost looked at her with disappoi, unlike her cousin who seemed to uand.

  "A port..." Trystane spoke, leaving Doran prouder of him.

  "You want to build a ercial port on Dornish nd?" Doran asked, raising an eyebrow.

  "Yes, we want a ercial puaranteeing an even lower price, which addresses most of your pints in this meeting. Even though your wine may no longer be an exclusive product for Westeros, you will still profit even more from our products," Jon spoke.

  "And you will profit even more from this..." Oberyn said.

  "This is the trade system," Jon did not deny.

  "You already have the location picked out... You've studied our nds? I thought this was your first time in Dorne, Lord from the North," Trystane said, still looking at the scroll.

  "And it is... but I have my ways of knowing these things," Jon said. He had sent his two magnifit eagles to scout the Dornish coast and find the best spot, after all, a port here would be strategically excellent for his pany, ag as a bridge between the south of both tis.

  "With the port built in Dorne, I'll ensure a price better than the rest of Westeros, after all, we'll have listics costs. I'm sure Prince Doran see that," Jon said again, looking at Doran.

  Doran looked at him, putting the scroll aside for a moment... "Yood... alright, let's iate your port, but it won't be for free. We o sell the nd; otherwise, many will say we're making it too easy for you," he said.

  Jon gave a small smile but kept his poker face, "I couldn't take it for free even if I wao, that's good. Let's start with a 20-year tract," Jon suggested.

  The iation tinued with Jon discussing the stru of the site. Doran and Jo discussing until they reached an agreement to cede a 2-kilometer spa that coast to Jon with a 15-year tract, employing at least 30% of Arctic people. Jon agreed, as long as they only take care of the port and ste and do not board the ercial ships for any route, that was fine by him.

  "As we still o apologize for the i at the port, I will lower the priartell family nd iy for the 15 years," Doran said, and Jon nodded, which was a lower cost for him.

  "Now with that, we ask for some things from Dorne," Jon said.

  "What would that be? The sand you suggested?" Doran asked.

  "More than sand," Jon said. He had iated for iow Jon wanted some things that Dorne could offer.

  "What would that be?" Doran asked, raising an eyebrow, hearing for the first time Jon's i in something beyond the sands of Dorne.

  "I want as many tons of iron as you sell me. I see you have animals raised in the desert like sheep and cows; I want everything you put on my ships," Jon said, leaving Doran and his family a bit surprised with this.

  "Well... that's sudden, but we arrahat for you in the few days... but how much do you want?" Doran asked, and Jon nodded.

  "That's good, it doesn't matter the amount, I want as much as you arrange for me, don't worry about how much we will spend, as long as it's at market prid fair, we'll buy everything," Jon was with his ships full of gold ingots, so he would buy everything he could.

  Despite Doran's surprise, the versation tinued with the price of sand, which resulted in tens of tons spending more than 200,000 gold s is of his ingots, leaving the Martell family stunned with the amount of gold Jon was willing to spend just on pure sand.

  "Why am I surprised... I heard you gave 400,000 s to the Starks years ago, though I thought it might just be a rumor," Doran said, staring at Jon, but Jon simply shrugged. He was so wealthy now that he doubted any house could match him.

  "You've taken so many wild animals from Dorne," Oberyn suddenly said. "Why don't you take some of our specialties?" He suggested, pig up a basket beside him, while his brother raised an eyebrow, hoping Oberyn wouldn't do anything foolish in the middle of the iation.

  Oberyhe basket oable, opening it, he began to pull out a sh his hand from the basket, with an enigmatic smile and eyes gleaming with malid pride. He looked at Jon, whose gaze was just ral while the Dornishmahe creature, as the Martell family frowned, and Arya and the others looked on cautiously.

  "Did you know snakes are sistent? I heard iy today that they all moved strangely, as if they all had a on goal, much like the Dornish people," he started, looking at the snake, which he held fearlessly.

  'Is he trying to intimidate me...?' Jon thought to himself.

  Oberyn looked from the so Jon. "Lord from the North, allow me to introdue of the most formidable residents of our arid desert, the Red Sand Viper. A creature not just of lethal beauty, but also of ing and resiliehat mirror the soul of our people. Observe its colors, intense red iwined with the darkest of bcks, a perfect blend with the sands and rocks of our nd. It's not just a survivor; it is a master of its domain, adapting and thriving where few would dare to tread."

  "But make no mistake, Lord from the North, for its stunning appearahe Red Sand Viper is as dangerous as it is beautiful. A sie be fatal, depending on the viper's will, of course. It holds the power of life ah within itself, a remihat true strength often lies not in brute force, but in the ability to wait, observe, and strike at the exact right moment."

  'He's n, after all, Dorne was never quered, and many have tried...' He thought, but he was not intimidated by Oberyn's speech.

  "Just like this viper, Dorne may appear weling and serene, but never uimate the defenses we hide beh the surface. We value our freedom and snty above all else, and are always ready to protect them, with the same lethal precision of this creature here."

  "But today, Lord from the North, we iate in pead with the hope for mutual prosperity. Let us hope freat business like you had with our brother, and I hope we never cross each other, after all, as they say in the North, 'the North remembers,' we say the same for Dorne," he cluded with a mischievous smile.

  His smile suddenly disappeared because the snake in his hand, which had been serene, suddenly ged when it began to stare at him, opening its fangs as if ready to strike. This made the guards nervous as well as the Martell family, never having seen Oberyn threatened by a snake before, after all, this was his specialty.

  The snake tio stare at him while showing its fangs with venom dripping from them. Oberyn was frozen ihinking the snake might attack him at any moment with any movement of his, w what was happening there, no one even noticed as Jon simply smiled in front of him, the sopped showing its fangs abruptly and slithered out of Oberyn's hand, falling onto the table and moving towards the other side, a hand caught it as soon as it reached the other side and started to crawl up Jon's arm, going to his shoulder until it settled there turning its gaze back to Oberyn.

  The Martell family was frozen, watg without words, Jon stood in front of them with the snake on his shoulder anding it with just a simple thought. "You see, Prince Oberyn, I uand quite a bit about snakes, more than you might imagine..." Jon said, maintaining a dangerously fident smile.

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