Prologue: The Hand of the King

Since the crowning of Aegon Targaryen as King of Westeros, there has always been a masked man helping to guide the Kings, only serving them until their death before moving on to serve the next. No King, lord, peasant, or slave has ever found out the identity of this man or men who have continuously served as the King's Hand. He had founded his house twenty years before the Targaryen's landed on Dragonstone, he had his own dragons and a large army, yet he bowed before Aegon. The Hand has served every Targaryen King who sat upon the Iron Throne, even those who fought in Dance of the Dragons.

His web of spies is spread far across Westeros and even Essos, some serving closely under Dukes, Lords, Protectors of the Realm, and the Great Masters of Slavers Bay. In the future, even the spies of Varys would not be as expansive and powerful as the Hand.

But first, shall we start from the beginning?

-xXx-

I died. I was happy, I had everything going with me, and then suddenly, I died. Peacefully. In my sleep. Then I was reincarnated into the world of Game of Thrones.

Now, you might be thinking, 'oh, he's gonna make himself super op, and he's going to turn the world into an industrial empire within 20 years', but that's not correct. Instead, the only things I'm good at is reading, learning how to handle weapons as a hobby, often participating in events like Armoured Combat Sports; and some basic fighting skills in Muay Thai, Karate, and Boxing.

Now let's start with a little history before my story starts.

-xXx-

Before the Valyrian Freehold was formed, when it was only a small kingdom, I was born to two powerful families, those who don't exist anymore and appear briefly in Valyrian history. However, my birth was not planned by these two families. But my parents, the eldest daughter of the Galralis family and the youngest son of the Tariar family, married each other before running away to another kingdom with the help of loyal knights. While the idea of keeping it in the family and the bloodline pure was prevalent in their society, creating a draconic human was at the top. And that's what they did. They created a half-dragon. However, my parents were hunted down by their families, my father was captured first, then my mother, but instead of her family, the King whose kingdom she was in. He took her and married her rather forcefully. I was luckily taken in by him... and this is where my story starts.

-xXx-

Narrator:

This child, born from two ancient Valyrian families, would shape history, politics, culture, and warfare in Essos, Westeros, Sothoryos, and lands unknown.