Merchant of Westeros

In the year 283 of Aegon's calendar, before the blood of the Trident River dried up, a baby with heterochromatic pupils opened his eyes by the White Blade River. Dunn Angel, the holder of the twelve divine favors - immortality, divine enlightenment, photographic memory, and vision of the old gods - did not choose to become a knight or a lord, but chose to boil the first pot of condensed milk in the coldest north of Westeros. When Robert Baratheon was still partying in King's Landing, Dunn's oatmeal had filled the granaries of Winterfell; when the Lannisters used gold to pay off their debts, Dunn redefined the monetary system of the Seven Realms using "Angle's standards" of weights and measures; when Daenerys Targaryen was still starving in Braavos, a marriage contract had been delivered to her with the condensed milk fleet. This is not a traditional power play. There are no empty warnings of "winter is coming" here, only Roman-style sewers laid twenty years in advance; there is no fateful lament that "all men are mortal", only the alchemical revolution of the periodic table of elements written on parchment; there is no barbaric conquest of the city by dragon flames, only the futures auction, where the nobles of White Harbor, Eagle's Nest, and even Casterly Rock bid frantically for 10,000 gold dragons in order to "no longer smell of shit next spring." From baronet to viscount, from condensed milk workshop to multinational chaebol, from manual mill to third generation wind tower driven industrial system. When the White Walkers finally cross the Great Wall, what awaits them is not long swords and oaths, but repeating hand crossbows, weighted lever trebuchets, and an aerial firepower network composed of four-headed dragons. Dunn stood at the top of the 120-meter-high financial business group headquarters...