Jason continued to paint a vivid picture of the modern world's beauty and advancement, slowly easing the deep-seated anxieties of the lords gathered in the hall.
"The delegation has been waiting for a long time," Jason announced. "I will bring them here now so we can begin discussing our shared future." Without another word, he vanished into thin air. The hall erupted in an uproar; seeing a man simply cease to exist before their eyes finally shattered any remaining doubts about his ability to bridge the two worlds.
Back at the modern base, a delegation of nearly a hundred people—including high-ranking officials and a military advisory group—stood ready. They had been preparing for this moment for over a month.
"Mr. Liu, we are ready," said Professor Wang, the deputy head of the delegation. The primary leader, a man ranked third in the national hierarchy, offered a gentle smile. "Our safety is in your hands, Jason."
"I've run the tests many times, sir. The shuttle will be stable," Jason replied respectfully. The leader nodded, gave the order, and the group joined hands. In an instant, the entire delegation vanished from the modern base, leaving scientists staring at instruments that couldn't track the advanced spatial signal.
Inside the Great Hall of Winterfell, a large space had been cleared in the center. Suddenly, Jason reappeared, flanked by a sea of people in strange, modern attire.
"They're here!" "Look at them... they must be the 'flower growers' Jason spoke of!"
The Northern and Riverland nobles nearly fell off their seats in shock. Meanwhile, the members of the delegation looked around the ancient stone hall of Winterfell with equal fascination.
Jason signaled for silence. "My lords, I present the delegation from the modern world. They come in peace to establish a bond between our civilizations."
Acting as the interpreter, Jason introduced the Northern and Riverland lords to the Lead Delegate. The Leader greeted the Westerosi nobles with a calm, warm affinity that helped settle their nerves. Jason made sure to emphasize the Leader's status, explaining that he was one of the top three figures in a nation of over a billion people.
The nobles were floored. The population of all Westeros was barely close to a hundred million; even including the lands across the Narrow Sea, the entire world of A Song of Ice and Fire likely only held three hundred million people. The idea of a single nation with over a billion citizens—and the power that implied—filled them with a mixture of awe and terror. They became incredibly polite, terrified of offending a man of such immense influence.
When Jason introduced Sansa, a flicker of bashfulness crossed his face. "Leader, this is my wife, Sansa."
Sansa curtsied gracefully, lifting her skirts. "Welcome to our home, my esteemed lord."
The Leader smiled kindly. "A beautiful and polite young woman. I wish you and Jason a long, happy marriage. May you both lead Westeros into a new age of prosperity." As Jason translated, Sansa beamed with joy, offering her thanks repeatedly.
Even Stannis Baratheon, known for his iron-hard exterior, couldn't maintain his stiff demeanor. He offered a rare, if awkward, greeting. He was visibly shaken by the scale of the "Flower Country" and its billion-strong population. The Leader acknowledged him politely, though the delegation's internal consensus was already set: they were here to place Jason on the Iron Throne, and traditional claimants like Stannis were secondary concerns.
Servants quickly arranged long tables, and the two groups sat opposite each other. Jason took the seat at the head of the table, serving as the neutral bridge between two eras.
The negotiations proceeded with surprising speed. Having seen the footage of modern military might, the nobles of the North and the Riverlands had no desire to resist. Whatever the delegation proposed, they were inclined to accept—especially since the modern plans were incredibly generous. To the people of Westeros, these "development plans" felt like divine gifts.
The lords began to dream of lives filled with fine wines, traveling in carriages that moved at hundreds of miles per hour, and living in towers that remained warm in the winter and cool in the summer. The promise of a colorful, convenient life—with electric lights, high-speed rails, and instant communication across thousands of miles—conquered their hearts.
Once the future policies were settled, the discussion turned to the immediate task: the unification of Westeros.
The lords of the North and the Riverlands still carried the scars of the war with the West. They hungered for vengeance against the Lannisters and gave their full support for a march south to King's Landing. Because of Jason's marriage to Sansa and the lucrative business ties he had established with every major house, the North stood firmly behind his claim to the throne.
Edmure Tully, seeing the devastation the Riverlands had suffered, lent his full support as well. With the two largest regions behind him, the other lords followed suit. Stannis remained the only silent dissenter, but without an army to back his words, he could only watch as the world changed around him. He knew, as they all did, that the terrifying weapons he had seen on the screen made traditional warfare a relic of the past.
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