Game of Thrones, Ice and Fire, I hatched the Black Death.

[Medieval Epic + Comeback + Overwhelming Victory + Multiple Dragons] [When a red comet streaks across the sky, listen to the roar of the dragons!] I transmigrated into the world of Game of Thrones as a dying beggar whose only wish before death was to taste a real cream cake. Unexpectedly, I awakened a dragon-raising system, starting with a dragon egg with the bloodline of the Black Death. The nobles sneered at me: "A lowly beggar like you dares to possess a dragon?" Until the walls of the Red Keep collapsed in dragon flames, they knelt in the ruins, trembling and begging for mercy: "Please... accept our cake recipe..." I took a bite of the fragrant cream cake, tilted my head and chuckled: "Sorry, now I want to taste the king's flavor."