by Elena_Cadell
She came through the wrong door at the wrong moment and landed in a world that was not hers, on an island of black rock and older fire than she had words for. Selena Stormborn is not Westerosi. She is not Targaryen. She is something this world has no category for — a Dragonborn werewolf from a dead world, carrying a dragon that should not exist and a purpose that is only beginning to take shape. The Great Council has named its heir. The old king is dead. The game of thrones is turning, and somewhere in the machinery of it, a little girl with gold-flecked eyes is going to need someone unafraid to burn. Selena intends to be there.
