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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 499: Beyond The Wall

Inside the Red Keep...

"Diana, my daughter."

It had been a few days since Arianne gave birth to Diana. After all these years in this world, Viserys finally became a father, embracing the joy of continuing his bloodline.

He playfully touched his daughter's tiny nose and quipped, "To welcome you, your uncle in the west lit a fire so vast that the entirety of the Westerlands could see."

Viserys was the last to receive this news because of Arianne's delivery.

He had just learned of the massive havoc caused by Oberyn.

Oberyn's inferno claimed the lives of tens of thousands. The Lannister army was obliterated. Diana was born just days after her uncle's monumental fire.

Indeed, Oberyn had given Diana a rather unique welcoming gift.

Such a grand entrance for this little one. What great storms might she stir in the future...

If she grows to be as bewitching as they say, she might be dubbed a "siren of doom."

However, these were just fleeting thoughts in Viserys's mind. He chuckled and lightly pinched his daughter's nose. Surely, he wouldn't wish for his daughter to be known by such a double-edged title?

Queen Arianne, recovering on her bed, appeared a tad pale. But upon seeing her peacefully sleeping daughter, she couldn't help but smile.

Especially entranced by Diana's soft silvery hair. Infants do have hair at birth, albeit short. Diana's eyes, a clear, bright purple, looked curiously at the world, albeit with the blurred vision of a newborn.

But by nature, she seemed to understand that the two figures before her were her parents, who would never harm her.

"Diana resembles you so much, Viserys," Arianne remarked, a hint of envy in her voice.

Diana was Arianne's child, but she bore few of her mother's features. Perhaps Viserys's bloodline was too dominant. Apart from a few facial features reminiscent of Arianne, resembling the exotic allure of the Dornish — the profound eye sockets and large eyes — her hair and eye color were distinctly from her father.

"She inherited more from me than just appearances," Viserys replied calmly, observing his tranquil daughter. His pale purple eyes shimmered.

He detected the seed of 'dark mist' within Diana. It seemed she had inherited it from him.

Yet, he was torn about whether or not to remove this 'seed' from his daughter. While its benefits were clear, its drawbacks remained elusive.

"I'm sorry, my love," Arianne whispered, "for not bearing you a son."

Hearing her husband's deep contemplation, she felt uneasy. She truly wished she could have given Viserys a prince. Though in Dorne, both princesses and princes have inheritance rights, Arianne knew better. Even in Dorne, with its progressive inheritance laws, it was difficult for a girl to inherit her father's legacy.

She was keenly aware of her father's preference for her younger brother, Quentyn Martell.

But now, Dorne's allure faded for her.

She yearned to give Viserys a son, a future ruler of the Seven Kingdoms.

"No, it's not your fault, Arianne," Viserys comforted, drawing her close. "Actually, I prefer daughters over those pesky boys. I was one once. I know how insufferably mischievous boys can be."

Arianne chuckled at Viserys's reassurance. She had feared he might resent her, knowing the importance of an heir for a king.

"But from what I've heard, you weren't a mischievous boy," she countered. "Even as a child, I was betrothed to you. My family often updated me about you. Everyone praised you as a rare prodigy."

Viserys just smiled and didn't elaborate. "I am grateful to you for gifting me a little princess," he said genuinely.

The room grew silent, Arianne's eyes glistening. Viserys held her tighter.

"When Diana grows older, we shall gift her a dragon," he mused. "Balerion, Meraxes, or perhaps Vhagar. But I bet Diana would choose that 'little lady'."

With the birth of Princess Diana and Viserys's lingering duties in King's Landing settled, he decided to address the Three-Eyed Raven matter before launching his second conquest.

He trusted Rego and Rhaenys to manage King's Landing. His Kingsguard, Mira, was with the queen and princess, ensuring their safety.

Days later, Viserys mounted Balerion and flew northward. He crossed the Riverlands, the Neck, and soared over the Bay of Claws.

The Riverlands, after months of rejuvenation, once again flourished with life, the scars of war fading. Yet, Viserys couldn't help but admire the resilience of humanity.

The Neck, once inhabited by the reclusive Crannogmen, now stood desolate. They had perished during the White Walkers' invasion.

Howland Reed, the chief of the Crannogmen, had mysteriously chosen to hang himself in Greywater Watch. His children disappeared without a trace.

Further south, the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, having repelled the White Walkers, plunged into civil wars, neglecting the ancient causeway across the Neck, leaving it in post-explosion disrepair.

A gust of wind roared past Viserys as Balerion glided through the clouds. Snowflakes began to drift around him.