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Robert’s Second Chance: Dance of Dragons Rewritten (Completed)

Halyx_Stark
Picture this: Robert Baratheon, mortally wounded by a boar, is on the brink of death when the gods decide to throw him a curveball. Instead of passing on, he wakes up in the body of his ancestor, Borros Baratheon, just before the chaotic Dance of Dragons kicks off. Talk about a second chance! With all the knowledge of the epic civil war that’s about to tear Westeros apart, Robert is determined to change the game. He knows the bloodshed that’s coming, and he’s not about to let history repeat itself. So, he jumps into action, trying to steer the Greens away from their disastrous paths. The story shifts between familiar faces—Aegon, Aemond, Rhaenyra, and Robert himself—showing just how one guy’s do-over can shake things up in a big way. It’s a wild ride filled with politics, drama, and all the intrigue you’d expect from the Targaryens. And just to keep things interesting, the fic includes both Helaegond and the classic Aegond. If you’re loving this journey and want to see what happens next, head over to my Patreon for advance chapters! Join me at patreon.com/HalyxStark to support the story and help keep those dragons soaring. Your adventure in Westeros is just getting started!
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