City of Alther, the next day.
The future citizens of Alther have awakened.
They sleep soundly, even through the worries that haunted their minds the night before.
Who wouldn’t sleep well when their bed feels so soft you could swear you’re sleeping on clouds?
AN…
(The bed was crafted from cotton spun from the silk cotton tree, also known as the kapok tree.) The pillows and blankets are just as luxurious—feeling gentle and smelling wonderfully fresh.
On top of that, the temperature is perfectly comfortable, and the air is filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and ripe fruits.
They rise from their beds, stared at the room for a moment, and head to the dining room.
There, they enjoy a breakfast of fresh fruits and dried meats, nourishing themselves for the day ahead.
Afterward, they step outside.
They saw a group of people heading toward the hospital, guided by a man wearing a mask.
As they walk, they can’t help but burn the images of the city into their minds.
The beauty of the houses, the intricate designs on the metal poles lining the streets, and the stone benches along the sidewalks.
It’s a city that feels like paradise—nothing in Westeros could compare.
This is what these people believed.
Soon, they arrive at a clearing in front of a massive building.
It rises ten floors high, crowned with a cross symbol above the entrance.
Everything is carved from pure white rock, gleaming in the sunlight.
The building has large, dark windows that reflect the surroundings like mirrors, adding an air of mystery and elegance.
The area is bustling with men and women—everywhere, voices murmur softly with anticipation.
however the orphans are not with them.
Jon has other plans for them.
Jon stood atop the arch above the entrance of the hospital.
At his back was a large cross, adding a sense of grandeur to his figure.
When all the thralls and salt wives gathered together, no one knew who started it.
But suddenly, a group began to kneel in front of Jon.
Like a Domino effect, when others saw this, they also followed suit, dropping to their knees as well.
Jon’s heart skipped a beat.
For that moment—one he would never forget—all the people he had saved showed their gratitude and respect through their kneeling.
The respect he received weighed heavily on his shoulders.
All his life, he had never felt such a burden.
He could feel the weight of their expectations, and a sense of responsibility pressed down on him.
He sensed that these people leaned on him for support, and his conscience would eat him alive if he forsake them.
So, Jon embraced the responsibility.
He made a silent vow to himself—to be a good leader for all of them.
With a gentle and steady voice, he spoke:”Yesterday, you were used, battered, and broken.
But now, all of that stops.
You are no longer property of anyone.
Each and every one of you is free.” He paused, allowing his words to settle.
“To be Truly free—means you can decide the path you want to walk.” He looked out at the crowd, his voice warm but firm.
“I’m here to help you, and to give you a choice.
I promise you freedom, so this offer is only for those who wish to accept it.” He gestured toward the land around them.
“I give you this place, this land.
If you wish, you can stay here and become my citizens.
Or, if you prefer, you can go back to Westeros.
My men will escort you with food and supplies.” His words hung in the air, heavy with hope and promise, as the crowd looked on in silent .
An adult man in his 40’s shouted, “Your Grace, Your Grace!
I have a family left in the Westerlands.
When the Ironborn came, I hid my wife and daughter in a secret chamber below our kitchen.
I know they were not discovered—I believe they are still alive.
I want to bring them here, Your Grace.” As he spoke, others who had been considering leaving this wonderful place to return to their families looked at him with wide eyes.
“Yes, that’s it!
This place is a paradise.
Only those who have someone they love would choose to leave—albeit reluctantly.
But if they could bring their families here, that would be the best outcome.” Many voiced the same request.”Your Grace, me too!
I have a son I sent to my relatives when the war started.” Aye!
Your Grace, me too,” shouted an older man.
“Me too!” exclaimed a young woman.
“I also have someone, Your Grace,” a young boy called out.
A chorus of voices echoed the same sentiment, each one desperate to reunite with loved ones and bring them here.
Jon raised his hand, signaling for silence.
“Damn, that’s a hassle,” he thought, trying to keep a dignified face.
“Finding your relatives in these chaotic times…???
These guys don’t realize that, at this very moment, the Ironborn army is still ravaging the Riverlands,” he mused silently.
He expected that all those who had nowhere to go would stay, and those who still had some family left would want to leave.
He could just teleport them back to their homelands and be done with it.
But suddenly, a massive headache shot through his mind.
Just moments ago, he had been genuinely moved—had made those lofty promises to himself about taking responsibility—and now, he was tempted to take it all back.
Sh*t.
F*ck it…
Lets just do it but ill wait till everything are settled before moving again..
Ahem…
Jon flashed a very charming smile.
Then spoke, “Your request is granted.””This is a vast place, and as you can see, we can accommodate more people.
I will do my utmost to help you reunite with your loved ones and bring them here.” A celebratory cheer erupted among the crowd.
Some wept with joy, clutching their chests as if to hold back tears.
Others looked around with wide eyes, filled with hope and anticipation.
Many turned their eyes toward Jon with fervor, their faces lit with gratitude and longing.
One elderly woman stepped forward, trembling with emotion.
“Thank you, Your Grace,” she whispered, voice choked with tears.
“My children… I thought I’d never see them again.” A young man with a trembling voice added, “My wife and I have been apart for so long.
If this is true, I can finally bring her here.” The air was thick with a mixture of relief and excitement.
A young girl looked up at Jon with wide, shining eyes.
Jon’s expression softened as he looked at the hopeful faces around him.
He felt a strange warmth.
The crowd broke into more cheers, some clapping, some crying tears of happiness.
The atmosphere was festive—almost as if the hardships of the past had been erased overnight.Laughter echoed through the air, mingling with the sound of cheers and chants of gratitude.
A tall man with a broad smile raised his voice.
“To new beginnings!
To reunions!
No more tears, only hope from now on!” Another voice joined in, “May this place be a land of peace and joy for all of us.” Then jon once again raised his hands .
The people become silent once again He then declared my people will assist you And explain everything .
after saying that jon used flicker technique and vanish.
From the top of the hospital, hundreds of clones jumped down, landing with a powerful superhero pose, striking a perfect landing.
The crowd gasped in surprise.”Ahhhhh!” “WwOohhh!” the people exclaimed, their eyes widening in amazement.
Then a wood clone shouted loudly, “Okay, now listen up!”The crowd fell silent, turning their full attention to the masked figure.
“You’re gathered in this specific place to become familiar with it.
This is the most important place in this district.
“He paused, making sure everyone was paying attention.
“You are all now in the Western District of the city.”He pointed behind him to the building.”This building is a hospital.
A hospital is a place for healing.
So, if any injury or sickness happens to you, this is the place you should come to.” The clone’s voice grew firmer.”Another thing— the deity that created this place is magnanimous and kind, allowing you to live here.
But I tell you now, to stay here, there are rules to follow.” He paused again, scanning the crowd.”The first rule is that there must be no violence in this place.
Any violators will be punished severely.
The law here is strict, so if you do not adhere to the rules, you are free to leave.” He raised his voice slightly.”The second rule is that petty crimes, like stealing, are forbidden.” The crowd listened intently, some nodding in understanding.
“Every family will be assigned a house, and that house will become your property.
You will be responsible for maintaining it.” He looked around at the eager faces.”This is a new beginning for all of you, so cherish it.” Finally, he added, “And for those who have families back in Seven Kingdoms, please come inside the hospital.
People with mask man here will assist you.” As he finished, the crowd began to murmur among themselves, some exchanging glances filled with hope, others with optimism.
People started to move toward the hospital, ready to start their new lives, hopeful for a fresh start in this new land.