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Game Of Thrones: The Father Of Phoenixes

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Imagine this… You are Viserys Targaryen, the so-called Beggar King. A man who grew up clinging to dreams of fire and throne. The last dragon, you called yourself. You fantasized about the Iron Throne, about crowns and kingdoms, only to be mocked, broken, and ultimately killed by a gang of horse-lords. Burned to death by molten gold, A “golden crown” they called it. Poetic, wasn’t it? But… what if that wasn’t the end? What if you were never meant to be the last dragon… …but the first Phoenix? What if you were once Caesar, Emperor of the greatest empire mankind ever forged, Rome. A ruler whose words were law, whose hands shaped history. And now, reborn in a world of dragons, lions, and wolves, you return not to kneel, but to reign. Now, I won't spoil the whole plot, that’d ruin the ride. But here’s a taste: “I can be more loving than your own mother if it serves my purpose… or strangle you to death with the same hands if it does the same. I’m not the savior of this world, nor its destroyer… I am its ruler. Its Caesar.” Now, let’s be clear. He’s not some cold, emotionless monster. Oh no—he’s worse. He’s a psychopath who understands people. One who can smile at your pain, laugh with your children, and poison your wine without missing a beat. He’s not heartless. He’s just... focused. Dangerous. Human. He is the Father of Phoenixes. So what are you waiting for? So—what are you waiting for? This isn’t the story of a fallen prince begging for relevance. And I can promise you.... It is worth a read.
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