I find myself in Westeros on the auspicious 7th moon of the year 277AC. I rack my newborn giga brain for a strategic attempt at survival and steer myself into the clergy of the Starry Sept in hope of a quiet life. May the Seven-Pointed Star be my bib and quartz crystals absorb my excrement. An OC/Self-Insert, SI/OC, Rebirth in Westeros category story.