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

[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. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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.

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Chapter 9 - Dun Fort

*Clang!*

Under the crimson sunset, two longswords clashed violently, sending sparks flying.

The already notched blade received another old scar, and Sir William almost stumbled to the ground.

Seizing the opportunity, Kevan, with one broken leg, lunged forward and landed a heavy punch on the master-at-arms' face.

*Thud!*

The man with curly hair was dazed by the punch, blood in his mouth, his teeth slightly loose, as he fell face-up on the ground.

"Die!"

Kevan tried to seize the opportunity to strike a finishing blow but was caught off-guard when William tripped him up, causing him to fall and drop his longsword.

The two men, covered in blood and mud, grappled and rolled around, while the surrounding battlefield fell eerily silent. All that could be heard were their fists meeting flesh and the weak groans of the dying.

The blood-red sunset enveloped the entire avenue, a breeze carrying away the thick scent of blood, drifting into the distance. Carrion birds circled overhead, their cries shrill and mournful.

No one knew of the fierce battle that had taken place here.

At last, Viserys, clutching his longsword, found his chance.

Without harming Sir William...

He thrust his sword through a gap in Kevan Lannister's armor from behind, driving it in mercilessly.

"Die!"

*Squelch!*

The silver-haired boy charged, his sword piercing straight through Kevan's heart, the bright blade emerging red from his chest, blood dripping down its tip.

This knight from House Lannister, a veteran of countless battles, had once fought in the War of the Ninepenny Kings and earned many honors. Yet, he never expected to meet his end at the hands of a child.

Subsequently, the lifeless body collapsed to the ground, knees buckling.

*Gasp!*

Viserys, panting heavily, pulled his sword out.

What he didn't notice was that after killing Kevan, an unseen black smoke followed his sword from Kevan's body into his palm, a warm sensation spreading through his body.

Immediately after, the boy, still gasping for air, struck his sword into Kevan's neck.

Fearing he hadn't killed his enemy, he sought to sever Kevan's head but failed due to a lack of strength, the sword getting stuck halfway through the neck.

Blood stained the ground red.

But Kevan Lannister was already dead beyond any doubt.

*Thump!*

At that moment, Viserys finally dropped his sword and slumped down, chest heaving.

From witnessing the battlefield up close to personally killing someone, he had quickly adapted in order to survive, forcing himself to keep moving.

Sir William, sprawled on the ground after almost being killed by Kevan's punch, struggled to speak through his bruised and swollen face, unable to even sit up.

"Child... why would you do such a thing?"

He stared at Viserys' last ruthless act.

The mere seven-year-old boy not only had the courage to kill an enemy but even sought to sever the man's head.

This stark contrast stunned Sir William, once again redefining his impression of the Targaryen prince.

'Every time a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin to decide whether they will be great or mad.'

Master-at-arms struggled for a moment to discern whether this was the stance of a hero or a cruel madness.

"I don't know either."

Viserys, panting, sat on the ground and glanced at the lifeless body of Kevan, noticing the emblem beneath his breastplate.

Then, he helped the middle-aged master-at-arms to his feet.

"Perhaps I'm just afraid, afraid I hadn't killed him."

He didn't speak of revenge or any nonsense like that. Everyone would know what the Lannisters did after this, and for now, he'd merely collected a small portion of the debt owed.

The womenfolk who had been hiding in the carriage also disembarked at this point.

No one blamed them for not helping earlier, as their skills might not have been of any use and could have instead caused more harm than good.

At that moment, the sound of galloping hooves could be heard again in the distance.

The faces of Viserys and Ser William paled, but this time, the sound came from the direction they were headed.

The next second, a group of cavalry bearing banners appeared in their line of sight.

...

The following day, just before dawn.

The blue and white diagonal cross, along with two crossed war hammers, fluttered on the banner.

Boom, boom, boom—

The gates of Dun Fort opened, and Lord Renfred Rykker, atop a tall horse, donned a black cloak and deer-hide gloves, personally welcoming the visitors at the gates.

"Your Grace, the Queen."

Splash—

As Queen Rhaella's carriage approached, Lord Renfred Rykker dismounted and led his family and servants to kneel in a dense formation.

They had received word from King's Landing and set out to escort Queen Rhaella and the Prince to Duskendale. However, they hadn't expected to arrive just in time to intercept the fugitive Red Keep guards and learn of the Queen's encounter with bandits.

Under the orders of Sir Jaremy Rykker, they hurried to escort Queen Rhaella and the Prince to Dun Fort.

Dun Fort was the ancestral home of the Rykker family, situated atop the hills outside Duskendale, overlooking the city and the port.

Ser William was severely wounded and underwent emergency treatment. After the maester of Dun Fort carefully sutured and bandaged his wounds, he drank some milk of the poppy and fell into a deep sleep.

Queen Rhaella was resting alone in a bedroom.

Viserys shared a room with little Rhaenys.

Step by step…

Silver-gold curls draped over his shoulders as Viserys carried a frightened and now sound asleep Rhaenys back to their room.

For some reason, he felt stronger than before, and holding Rhaenys wasn't as difficult as he'd expected.

Little black cat Balerion followed its master closely, having also survived the fierce battle.

Viserys gently placed the young girl on the bed, as the candlelight flickered softly within the bedroom. Outside, the sounds of soldiers' armor and patrolling footsteps could be heard.

"At least, the Rykker family appears to be loyal for now."

Viserys was somewhat sleepless, perhaps having experienced too much excitement. The blood-soaked reality reminded him that this world was far from perfect.

He felt trapped in the mire, with every effort required just to survive.

The boy stepped on a stool and leaned on the narrow windowsill of the bedroom, gazing at the view outside.

Duskendale and the sea were split in half, and the morning sea carried a sense of tranquility. Gentle waves lapped against the rocks. The salty, damp sea breeze blew in through the window, caressing the boy's delicate, almost feminine cheeks and rustling his silverish-golden hair.

So the raw text was saying something like brown castle instead of Dun Fort and messing up the names as per usual so using good’ol fashioned context clues I figured out they weren’t referencing “Brownhollow” but in fact were talking about “House Rykker” of Duskendale and Dun Fort respectively.

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