ASOIAF/Game Of Thrones: Ruler of Batannia

The Iron Throne is crumbling, and the Long Night is coming.Arthur Greyoak, a transmigrator burdened with a mysterious system, arrives in Westeros with nothing but a false identity and the misfortune of being found on the northern frontier as a shipwrecked sailor of unknown origin. The blood of the Red Wedding has barely dried, the North still reeks of betrayal, and beyond the Wall, the dead are beginning to move. Men in the south still play their games for crowns, castles, and wounded pride. They do not yet understand that winter is no longer just a season.From a blacksmith’s shop and the wolf’s den of Winterfell, Arthur raises his first Battanian army. Not with songs, honor, or pretty vows, but with coin, steel, and men willing to kill for both. The surprise attack on the Golden Tooth, the firestorm of Lannisport, the intrigue of Casterly Rock, every victory becomes another stone beneath his feet. The ships of the Iron Islands fall into his hands. The gold mines of the Westerlands become the foundation of his power. While Ramsay Bolton skins men to prove himself in the North, while Cersei crowns herself among the ashes of King’s Landing, while the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch leaves his final words at the Wall, Arthur is crowned Duke of the Western Frontier.And now his sword points north.This is not a tale of chivalry for singers to soften with wine and harp strings. It is the rise of a tyrant on a cold chessboard. With a web of intrigue in one hand and iron in the other, Arthur moves through Cersei’s madness, Tyrell ambition, Dornish venom, and Stannis’s cruelty. Step by step, he carves a place for himself in a realm already devouring its own flesh. But the true enemy was never in the south. When shadows swallow the moonlight and the legions of the dead crush the snowfields beneath their feet, every crown, grudge, and ancient claim in Westeros will have to kneel before survival.“They call me a tyrant, a barbarian king, a ravenous wolf feeding on chaos,” Arthur said, his fingers running along the edge of his sword as he stared into the endless northern storm. “Then let this wolf lead you. Either we cross the eternal winter, or we all become ice beneath it.”Between legitimacy and ambition, between the old order and the blade that cuts through it, a fourth path rises in the Age of Ice and Fire.Under the Battle Banner of Battania, Arthur will march through the harsh winter of Westeros, and the High Throne will learn whether iron can endure the cold.