The Dragon Heir of Westeros

When I woke up, I, Li Tian, former overworked corporate drone and die-hard Game of Thrones fan, had somehow fallen into the queen’s bath.

The good news: I’d become the hero who fell from the sky, and I even had a dragon-blooded buff.

The bad news: Dragon Mom looked at me like I was a pervert, and a Dothraki warrior’s blade was barely 0.01 centimeters from my throat.

The even worse news: no System, no quest, just a dragon-shaped mark on my palm that kept growing hot, and three hungry little... dragon babies?

To avoid becoming a cautionary tale about someone who transmigrated only to get beheaded three days later, I drew on everything I’d ever learned