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Before you stands the Reborn Laughing Storm, the Legendary Dragonrider, the Supreme Pyromancer, the Superb Water Wizard, the Charismatic Wild Stag, the Breaker of Chains, the Destroyer of the Long Night, the Collector of Dragons, Wolves, and Roses, and the One True Sun across the Narrow Sea. What's that? Too many titles to keep track of? This is Gendry-the story of a blacksmith's rise to greatness. This is a fan translation of 权游：雄鹿的风暴 by 稚嫩的刀笔吏. If possible, please support the original author.

Cersei and Jaime have made it to the boat, but the path to a new life together will not be easy. Can they forgive each other and move forward for the sake of their unborn child? Excerpt from ch 6: Cersei's voice cut through his thoughts. "You would have left even if I hadn't threatened to kill you." He detected the sadness in her voice that she was trying to mask. Still, he didn't deny it. "I made a vow." "A vow to our enemy. Just as you did all those years ago." "If you mean the Stark girls that was years ago and I didn't expect them to be found alive." "The Stark girls. The fight against the dead. Do you think I did not notice the common factor in both?" "The common factor? You mean that I wish to be a knight actually worthy of the name?" "No. Her." "Her?" "Yes her. If she or rather it, can be called that." His stomach dropped. He was glad Cersei was still facing away from him. for he feared what reaction he was showing right now. In as steady a voice as possible, he asked "She?" as though he did not already know of whom his twin was referring to. "That ugly cow. Brienne. Reviews keep me going!

She was meant to marry an old lord. Instead, she ran away. Lady Sereia Velloran never believed in fate - until she walked into a roadside inn and met the prince who had been dreaming of her for years. Daeron Targaryen thinks she's another vision. She thinks he's mad. Neither of them expect the strange pull between them... or how quickly pretending turns into something real. As prophecy blurs with reality and duty threatens to tear them apart, Sereia must decide if she's brave enough to choose the dream - and Daeron must learn to hold onto something he was never meant to have.

They said Targaryens were monsters. So when Ariela of Myr is sent across the Narrow Sea to marry one, she prepares herself for cruelty, for coldness-for a life where she must survive, not live. Instead, she finds something far more dangerous: kindness. In a court that watches her every move, whispers about her foreign blood, and condemns her faith, Ariela learns quickly that softness can be its own kind of power. Underestimated and overlooked, she becomes a quiet force in a world that was never meant for her. But peace is fragile, grief lingers, and love-no matter how gentle-cannot shield them from the weight of legacy.