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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 585: Trial by Combat

Oberyn Martell was well aware that the Unsullied were relentless killers. When they declared they would kill or maim someone, whether by word or deed, it was best to believe they were not jesting. Oberyn had never known them to jest.

As Oberyn intervened, the Unsullied turned their gaze towards the imposing Black Worm, who in turn cast a chilling gaze at the prisoner below. With a nod, the tension eased.

"Robert Baratheon, King of House Baratheon," the Unsullied declared, leading the prisoner before the Iron Throne. The atmosphere in the hall grew tense. Oberyn, acting as the chief judge, finally adjusted his posture and cleared his throat to speak.

Before him stood the former king, Robert Baratheon, imprisoned in the Red Keep for over a year. Rumors had circulated that, like Ned Stark of Winterfell, both men had been tortured to death in the Red Keep. But now, both were very much alive. Robert, although pale from lack of sunlight, was unharmed. His once-trim beard now resembled a bristly ball, and his hair, once kempt, now resembled a wild bird's nest.

Oberyn's voice echoed in the silent hall, "Lord Barron Swann of Stonehelm, standing beside you, is accused of assassinating your brother, Stannis Baratheon. He committed the heinous crime of killing a nobleman outside the bounds of just warfare."

While Oberyn spoke, the assembled nobles whispered among themselves. Robert, hands and feet bound in heavy chains, finally looked up, his bloodshot eyes betraying his emotions.

"Lord Robert," Oberyn continued, "No one is willing to fight for Stannis. Would you be willing to stand for him?"

The murmurs grew louder. The hall, usually adorned with chairs for the nobility, was now dominated by the Iron Throne alone. All others, including members of the royal family, had to either stand or kneel in its presence.

Robert finally spoke, his voice as deep and rumbling as distant thunder, "No one would fight for Stannis? Hmph. That's just like him." He paused, then added with determination, "I am his elder brother. I will fight for him."

The Unsullied unlocked Robert's chains. Without hesitation, he donned his armor and took his favored warhammer, Storm, from the hands of an Unsullied. The formerly imprisoned king seemed calm, the hardships of the dungeon not having broken his spirit.

On the other side, Barron Swann appeared more agitated. The thought of dueling a king was something he had never imagined. The weight of the situation pressed down on him. What would happen if he accidentally killed Robert? Would he be branded a "Kingslayer"?

While Barron's thoughts raced, Robert donned the final piece of his black breastplate and confidently took up Storm. He turned to face Barron, ready for the trial by combat that lay ahead.