The Night King stood in front of Bran, looking at him with what seemed like a mix of indifference and contempt. Bran, a helpless figure in his wheelchair in front of the weirwood tree, returned his gaze with a cold stare, and that's when the Night King knew something wasn't right. "Bran! Are you alright?" Bran asked hesitantly, looking at the tree like it was a mortal who didn't know how to tell the difference between man and beast. The Night King nodded to himself, nodding to Bran as he walked by. The Night King stared at his own reflection in the hole of the tree until it was almost as far away as before. "I am. I didn't mean to hurt you, Bran." The Night King said, staring at Bran. "But I didn't know that..." Bran whispered through his tears. The Night King nodded slowly, and then he was gone.
Time stood still as Cersei stared down the Dragon Queen. It seemed unthinkable - impossible even - that there could be any resolution that would not see hot blood spilled upon the barren sand. Euron shifted his weight uneasily. "I see you have come to this," he said softly. The silence seemed to last forever. "I know you are far more powerful than I. I hope you will trust me. Your father would not, Cersei." "He would have wanted me to die as I have, to end my life, rather than live forever." "And it is his desire. You do know that I have killed hundreds upon thousands of innocents who served my enemies?" "You must think me foolish indeed." "But surely your actions have caused your father to fear you?" "We share a father." "What he would do with you, the Dragon Queen, is a question you must ask yourself.
TerrorFirmer wrote: » Jesus, that's pretty freaky. I know it doesn't make perfect sense but....
Arya walked over to Bran in his wheelchair. "You didn't do anything" she said, "you just sat there". "I kind of didn't. I went into ravens for a while" Bran said in a monotone. "What is the point of your character? Why are you in this story?" Arya demanded. "I'm the best lover in Westeros and I'm gonna kill dragons." Bran said while nodding. Arya glared at him with venom. "Okay, but you're not going to marry me. No matter what." Arya said. "I'm asking, why don't I marry the boy I've been with?" "… I'm sorry" asked Arya, but she didn't deny it. They walked for a while until they passed some large tents. "Wait! How much does his bed cost?" Arya asked, "it's his own bed." "I'll bet." Bran laughed. "What's her name?" "Yennefer. Just because I can't give my name doesn't mean she has to. The boy has to find a name." Bran said. Arya sighed. "So what can we do?" They walked up to a large tent,
Dany watched her dragon, her child fall from the sky. Pierced by multiple bolts. She turned. saw the fleet of wooden ships and dove. Straight for the flagship. Astride her last fire-breathing dragon. Too furious to grieve. One shot and Yara fell. She fell with her mother, her daughter. They both died. There was nothing left. Dany stood and watched the dying ships. Yara was one-and-one. His blood spilled in her hair. He lay still, watching her, but he died. She remembered. Dany fell. She fell. There was much too much to say. So the next two weeks did not take too long. But there were some strange things, so Dany chose to keep a close eye on her people. Sansa was always around to tell stories, read books or give Yara some tea. When Dany sat in her study, she watched Sansa read until she sighed in relief. Then Sansa walked over and sat on the top of the small c
Nody wrote: » Only happen to run into this earlier today (keep in mind it was released before episode 3) and it's really well done.
ArmaniJeanss wrote: » David Squires cartoon in the Guardian today.https://www.theguardian.com/football/ng-interactive/2019/may/07/david-squires-on-the-premier-league-champions-league-and-kit-news Probably have to follow football to get most of it, but some nice GOT references including the coffee-cup.
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