Game Of Thrones : Merchant of Two Worlds

Jason Liu spoke in a casual tone, "So, Boris, tell me about this deserter. I'm curious—what made him abandon his post?"

Boris didn't find it strange that Lord Jason was curious about the deserters of the Night's Watch. After all, Jason wasn't from Westeros, and it made sense that he'd want to learn more about the Night's Watch.

Without much thought, Boris began chatting with Lord Jason, recounting how they met Hayden and his group on the road and the capture of the Night's Watch deserter.

In the end, Boris couldn't help but complain. "Maybe Hayden and the others are right. That old Night's Watch veteran probably drank too much, had a nightmare about the White Walkers because of the cold, and got so scared that he ran off the Wall. Honestly, what else do they have to do up there except drink in that frozen wasteland?"

Jason nodded absentmindedly, letting Boris continue with his duties. Then, he turned and headed back to the store.

From what Boris had just described, Jason could tell that the captured deserter was the same one executed by Eddard Stark himself: Gared. According to A Song of Ice and Fire, it was Gared, not the younger Night's Watchman Will, as the TV series had portrayed.

As Jason walked into the store, he greeted Lena briefly before making his way to the main castle at the back. His thoughts wandered as he considered the potential implications of this event.

One thing was certain—the plot of Game of Thrones was about to begin.

Jon Arryn, the former Hand of the King, was likely already dead, poisoned by his wife, Lysa Tully, and orchestrated by Petyr Baelish. Littlefinger, as always, was manipulating events behind the scenes, shifting the blame onto Queen Cersei Lannister and planting seeds of chaos.

King Robert Baratheon, deeply distrustful of the Lannisters, would soon travel north to Winterfell to ask his old friend Eddard Stark to take Jon Arryn's place as Hand of the King.

What followed would be a whirlwind of events—the discovery of Cersei and Jaime's incestuous relationship by young Bran Stark, Jaime pushing Bran out of the tower, Bran's critical injuries, and an attempted assassination that would plunge the Stark and Lannister families into a deadly feud.

Jason chuckled bitterly to himself. This wasn't a song of ice and fire; it was a bloody saga of betrayal, murder, and lust. 

What mattered to Jason, though, wasn't who killed whom or who slept with whom. His main concern was that their wars didn't interfere with his business.

"Business is king," Jason muttered to himself. "Let them kill each other, but don't mess up my trade routes."

Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. Wars and power struggles were poison to commerce. In a chaotic Westeros, who would have the time or resources to buy his paper, pens, and soap? If people were too busy fighting for survival, Jason's entire operation could collapse.

War would ruin everything.

Jason sighed heavily as he made his way to his bedroom in the castle. Falling onto his bed, he began brainstorming ways to protect his business interests. If Westeros descended into chaos, his dream of peaceful trade and prosperity would vanish.

But what could he do? He was just a merchant with some gold—not even a proper noble. Compared to the great houses of Westeros, with their ancient wealth and armies, he was a nobody.

Still, sitting idle wasn't an option.

Jason thought harder. His mind drifted to the pivotal events that would ignite the chaos. It all began with Bran Stark's fateful climb up the ruined tower in Winterfell. If Bran hadn't climbed that tower and discovered Jaime and Cersei, none of this would have happened.

"Bran Stark," Jason muttered. "That little brat is the root of all this chaos."

If only someone had stopped Bran from climbing that tower, maybe things wouldn't spiral out of control. But then again, if Bran didn't fall, would the Three-Eyed Raven's plans fall apart? That old greenseer hiding beyond the Wall—what was he up to? Could messing with fate anger him?

Jason frowned, realizing he might be stepping into dangerous territory. If he interfered with Bran's fall, the Three-Eyed Raven might take revenge. The thought of becoming a target for a powerful greenseer who could manipulate dreams and minds sent a shiver down his spine.

"Damn it," Jason muttered. "Is that creepy old man watching me right now?"

The thought was unsettling. Jason couldn't shake the image of the greenseer spying on him through the weirwood trees, silently observing every move he made.

For now, though, Jason decided to focus on what he could control. Westeros needed peace—not just for its people, but for his business. If he wanted to keep his trade routes open and his profits flowing, he'd have to find a way to stabilize the region.

It wouldn't be easy, but Jason Liu wasn't the type to give up easily.

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