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[A Song of Ice and Fire Fanfiction] Transported into the body Viserys Targaryen, the rightful sovereign of the Andals, Rhoynar, and the First Men, and the Guardian of the Realm, I embrace my title as the 'True Dragon.'
**Update**- I can now confirm this book will be a harem book. around 250ish the book alludes to the possibility of it  while introducing the first confirmed woman the MC sleeps with. 

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Hello everyone, I wanted to diversify my projects a bit after my earlier stumbles and newfound success and motivation from my main translation work as I start to get into a groove of improving my translating abilities. ASOIAF and GoT overall seems to be a popular but have a somewhat underserved audience on here compared to something like Marvel, DC, and shonen jump manga /comics.  
That being said I am very well aware of the rather large distaste for bad Chinese fanfiction translations. I do my best to select works that have a large volume of chapters that are available to me. Given that I’m in the US and don’t have access to things like Alipay or WeChat (believe me I’ve tried :(  ) to get access to more popular sites like b.faloo and my extreme unwillingness to just touch up existing MTL translations means I will continue to have to select from a limited number of projects.
I also know the color of the eye on more human side of the face should be purplish but I'm still super new to using Midjourny as my focus this past month has been more on getting my quality up and creating a stockpile of chapters for my main translation project.-- also I got lucky with the image actually kind of reflecting a more intense version of what I would imagine the "golden finger" looks like.

A Song of Ice and Fire: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

With a battle cry, the knight from the Riverlands, sword in hand, lunged fiercely, aiming his blade at Khal Cago of the Bloodriders.


At that moment, Khal Cago had discarded all his weapons, unarmed and unarmored, but he moved with an agility that seemed almost supernatural against the armored knight from the Riverlands.


Ser Garlan Tyrell's strike met only air as Khal Cago deftly evaded the blow. His long braid, adorned with bells, whipped behind him, the bells jingling with each movement.


The Riverlands knight pressed forward, sword swinging, determined to bring down this arrogant Dothraki. But Cago dodged each strike with ease.


As Ser Garlan unleashed another sweeping strike, Khal Cago used his braid to distract and swiftly moved behind him.


The Dothraki warrior taunted in broken Common Tongue, having learned some of the language during his time in Westeros accompanying Viserys.


Cago pointed to a fallen Mace Tyrell and Garlan's younger brother, Loras, who wasn't yet the renowned Knight of Flowers but merely a terrified boy.


Khal Cago's challenge was clear: if Ser Garlan could defeat him, the two would be spared. But if he failed, all three Tyrells would meet their end together, in accordance with an ancient Dothraki custom. The prestige of a Khal was often built upon one-on-one duels.


Loras' desperate cries added pressure to the already tense duel.


Sweat beaded on Ser Garlan's brow, his grip on his sword dampening. His rapid breaths and palpable anxiety betrayed his state of mind.


Seeing an opening, Ser Garlan lunged again, aiming for Cago's heart. But the perceived vulnerability was a trap set by the experienced Dothraki warrior.


Yet again, Ser Garlan's sword met only air. In a swift move, Khal Cago tackled the knight, knocking him off balance. The heavy armor of the Riverlands knight couldn't save him from the ground.


Loras' plea only heightened Ser Garlan's desperation.


With great effort, Ser Garlan pushed himself up, sword in hand, ready to defend himself and his family.


Exhausted, Ser Garlan tried to reassure his younger brother, but the surrounding Dothraki, their arakhs raised, continued their jeers.


"Lajat!" Khal Cago roared in Dothraki, opening his arms wide, inviting an attack.


Enraged by Cago's audacity, Ser Garlan charged once more. But in his haste, he fell into another of Cago's traps.


Before he could react, Cago's powerful grip held his wrist, rendering him powerless. A punch sent the knight reeling, and in a brutal move, Cago gouged out both of Ser Garlan's eyes.


The blinding pain was unbearable. Ser Garlan's scream echoed across the battlefield.


Khal Cago, triumphant, picked up the fallen knight's sword, holding it aloft to the cheers of the Dothraki.


Lord Mace Tyrell, witnessing his son's demise, felt a cold dread.


His pleas fell on deaf ears. The Dothraki's code demanded a victor and a vanquished. With Garlan defeated, Cago approached, his intention clear.


And so, under the sun's unforgiving gaze, Khal Cago thrust the sword through the gap in Ser Garlan's armor, ending his life.


The cheers of the Dothraki grew even louder. In their world, duels ended only in death.


On the walls of Highgarden, the crippled heir, Willas Tyrell, watched in horror as his family met a brutal end. He, captured by the Dornish, ironically became the luckiest of the Tyrells.


The next day, as the dust settled, a dragon appeared on the horizon. Viserys, riding Balerion, arrived from Dragonstone.


Chapter 537: The Executioner's Justice