Game of Thrones: Dwarf Become King

A programmer dies at a desk and wakes as Tyrion Lannister—fifteen, ugly, and already the West’s favorite joke. He names himself Lyonel. A system starts stacking entries on him: memory, ledgers, steel, presence, blood. One draw a night. No reset on the body. Tywin gives him three days and a rotten book. Lyonel gives it back with a smuggling road and a hole that leads to the sea. The old lion does not praise him. He puts him at the high table and lets him keep spending. Then the dwarf stops asking permission. He takes a vein at Silverhill, a quay at Lannisport, a road through the West, and men who will eat if they work. Jaime stands in the door. Bronn keeps the count. The Rock starts moving coin that had sat still for twenty years. The system names the next hunt: Khal Drogo. Forty thousand screamers. A gold bloodline if the corpse is still warm enough to count. Lyonel crosses with twelve men and a merchant’s lie. He does not fight the khalasar. He waits for the cut, the rot, the pillow. When the Horse Lord is empty, he opens the grave, takes what the glass wants, and locks himself in a mill outside Pentos for three days of bone. He walks out six-three. Gold hair. Both eyes green. The Imp is gone. Home first. Let the Rock see what crawled out of their joke. Then back to the grass—when the girl on it has a floor again. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Game of Thrones: Dwarf Become King — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠