My name is Alex. On Earth, I was a regular nerd who died doing a good deed. As a “reward” I was reincarnated in Westeros as the son of a minor noble house. Now I am Aleksander Greystark, soon-to-be Lord of Castle Riversong and sworn vassal of House Stark. I don’t know why I ended up in Westeros, but I endeavored to make the best of it, first by trying to stop future atrocities and mistakes, starting with the events leading up to Robert’s Rebellion. For all my efforts, I made things worse than I imagined possible. Robert Baratheon died at the Battle of the Trident because of me. Now, with the Targaryans and the Usurper all dead, the Nine Kingdoms are now locked in a new era of conflict as the Great Lords all fight for dominance. My resources are limited. My friendships are even less so. My only goal now is to make sure the people who bend the knee to House Greystark, my people, survive this magnificent catastrophe I made for them. NOTE: Cross-posted on the Spacebattles Forum under the username of "The Valmeyjar Wolf."