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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

Having reaped abundant gains, Viserys bade farewell to the chieftain of the Crannogmen. He mounted his dragon, ready to set out for King's Landing.


Balerion gazed down at Howland Reed, sensing a mysterious magic about him. The dragon, highly sensitive to the presence of magic, could detect that this mysterious 'little one' was quite adept. It unleashed a powerful, deep roar.


With a mighty push from its powerful hind legs, the dragon's vast wings sliced through the air, creating a roaring gust. Breaking through the clouds, it soared away from the hidden floating island within the Greywater Watch marshes.


The Crannogman chieftain stood before the castle, watching Viserys leave. The dragon's departure had left him covered in dust and mud, coughing from the gusts of wind and snow.


The journey back from the Neck to King's Landing was long, and while Balerion could fly it in one stretch, it needed to rest and feed. Unfortunately, the Neck was barren, offering no sustenance fitting for a dragon.


Viserys didn't feel the need to rush back to King's Landing. There was nothing urgent awaiting him there. He decided to take a detour, to enjoy the world from above and to relax.


Perhaps he was unfit to be a king. No good king would prefer wandering to staying in his palace.


Once they had left the Neck, the warmth of the southern lands greeted them. Viserys decided to rest in the Twins for the night, contemplating whether to go to Casterly Rock or just head home.


Suddenly, the dragon unleashed a powerful roar, diving from the sky. Below, a group of strangely dressed, fierce-looking members of the Brotherhood without Banners had taken over the abandoned Twins.


They lit torches to fend off the darkness, flying a flag bearing a black goat. Roughly a hundred in number, they looked diverse, each one seeming tougher than the last.


The sight of Balerion diving towards them struck terror into the Brotherhood, and they fled in panic, leaving their ill-gotten gains behind.


Viserys felt sorry for startling these rogues, but he had merely stopped by and had no intention of confronting them. However, the gruesome scene they had left behind — severed limbs and heads — was unsettling.


Having witnessed countless battles, Viserys was unfazed by such gore. With a nod from him, Balerion spewed dragonfire, cleansing the place of its filth.


The captives, imprisoned in the stables, looked terrified, except for one young girl with black hair. Her hands showed signs of combat. As the dragon landed, her eyes sparkled with hope.


Elsewhere, the fleeing Brotherhood members whispered among themselves.


"How many dragons are there in this world?"


"That black dragon must be Balerion, which means its rider is Viserys."


To these criminals, a king was an untouchable entity. Yet, here was one, traveling right by their camp.


"What is the king doing outside his Iron Throne?" the Brotherhood's lanky leader with a goatee muttered.


An idea flashed in his eyes. "Imagine the ransom if we were to kidnap the king of the Seven Kingdoms."


Chapter 573: The Blood Play Troupe