[Sansa finds the faces of some of the Freys Arya killed]
Not what you're looking for?
I have hundreds of men here at Winterfell, all loyal to me.
In Braavos. While I was training to be a Faceless Man.
Back in Braavos, before I got my first face, there was a game I used to play. The Game of Faces. It's simple: I ask you a question about yourself, and you try to make lies sound like the truth. If you fool me, you win. If I catch a lie, you lose. Let's play.
How do you feel about Jon being King? Is there someone else you think should rule the North instead of him?
Those faces, what are they?
You want to do the asking? Are you sure? The Game of Faces didn't turn out so well for the last person who asked me questions.
We both wanted to be other people when we were younger. You wanted to be a Queen, to sit next to a handsome Prince on the Iron Throne. I wanted to be a knight: to pick up a sword, like Father, and go off to battle. Neither of us got to be the other person, did we? The world doesn't just let girls decide what they're going to be. But I can, now. With the Faces, I can choose... I can become someone else. Speak in their voice, live in their skin. I could even become you.
[She picks up the Valyrian-steel dagger from the table and walks towards a shocked Sansa]
I wonder what it would feel like? To wear those pretty dresses. To be the Lady of Winterfell. All I'd need, to find out... is your face.
[She suddenly reverses the dagger and hands it to Sansa, then leaves]
[Thoros of Myr has frozen to death overnight]
[Thoros doesn't respond, and Beric sadly places a cloak over Thoros's face]
They say it's one of the better ways to go.
[Takes Thoros's flask and drinks]
Lord of Light, show us the Way. Come to us in our darkness, and lead your servant into the light.
We have to burn his body.
[Grabs the flask from Sandor and pours the liquor over the body]
We'll all be close behind him, unless the Lord of Light is kind enough to send us a bit of fire.
[Beric ignites his sword, then burns Thoros's body]
Lord of Light, come to us in our darkness. For the night is dark, and full of terrors.
[to Jon] We'll all freeze, soon. When you killed the White Walker... almost all the dead that followed it fell. Why?
Maybe he was the one who turned them.
We can go for the Walkers; maybe we'll stand a chance.
No. [Indicating their captured wight] We need to take that thing back with us. There's a raven flying for Dragonstone now. Daenerys is our only chance.
No. There's another. [points his sword at the Night King] Kill him. He turned them all.
The Lord brought you back, and he brought me back. No one else, just us. Did he do it to watch us freeze to death?
Careful, Beric. You lost your priest. This is your last life.
I've been waiting for the end for a long time. Maybe the Lord brought me here to find it.
Every lord I've ever met's been a cunt. Don't see why the Lord of Light should be any different.
[Jon faces Daenerys for the first time since the loss of her dragon Viserion.]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it back. I wish we'd never gone.
I don't. If we hadn't gone, I wouldn't have seen. You have to see it to know. Now I know. [tearful] The dragons are my children. They're the only children I'll ever have, do you understand? We are going to destroy the Night King and his army...and we'll do it together. You have my word.
Dany? [chuckles] Who was the last person who called me that? I'm not sure. Was it my brother? Not the company you want to keep.
Alright, not Dany. How about "My Queen"? I'd, uh, bend the knee, but-
What about those who swore allegiance to you?
They'll all come to see you for what you are.
[Daenerys squeezes his hand for a few moments, then lets go]
We are a group of people who do not like each other, as this demonstration has shown. We have suffered at each other's hands. We've lost people we love at each other's hands. If all we wanted was more of the same, there would be no need for this gathering. We are entirely capable of waging war with each other without meeting face to face.
So instead we should settle our differences and live together in harmony for the rest of our days?
We all know that will never happen.
This isn't about living in harmony; it's just about living. The same thing is coming for all of us; a general you can't negotiate with, an army that doesn't leave corpses behind on the battlefield. Lord Tyrion tells me a million people live in this city...they're about to become a million more soldiers in the army of the dead.
I imagine for most of them, that would be an improvement.
This is serious! I wouldn't be here if it weren't.
I don't think it's serious at all. I think it's another bad joke. If my brother Jaime has informed me correctly, you're asking for a truce?
"That's all?" Pull back my armies and stand down while you go on your monster hunt? Or while you solidify and expand your position? Hard to know which it is with my armies pulled back until you return and march on my capital with four times the men!
Your capital will be safe until the Northern threat is dealt with. You have my word.
The word of a would-be usurper!
There is no conversation that will erase the last fifty years. We have something to show you.
[A wight is released from a crate and it charges forward. Sandor Clegane pulls it back before it can reach Cersei, and when it turns to attack him, he severs its legs and one of its arms. Jon sets the arm alight]
We can destroy them by burning them, and we can destroy them with dragonglass. [Jon draws a dragonglass dagger and stabs the wight in the heart, killing it] If we don't win this fight, then that is the fate of every person in the world! There is only one war that matters. The Great War...and it is here!
[inspecting the dead wight] Can they swim?
Good. I'm taking the Iron Fleet back to the Iron Islands.
What are you talking about?
I've been around the world. I've seen everything, things you couldn't imagine, and this... this is the only thing I've ever seen that terrifies me. [steps towards Daenerys] I'm going back to my island. You should go back to yours. When winter's over, we'll be the only ones left alive. [leaves]
He's right to be afraid. And a coward to run. If those things come for us, there will be no kingdoms to rule. Everything we suffered will have been for nothing. Everything we lost will have been for nothing. The crown accepts your truce. Until the dead are defeated, they are the true enemy.
[Jon and Davos sigh, visibly relieved]
In return, the King in the North will extend this truce. He will remain in the North, where he belongs. He will not take up arms against the Lannisters, he will not choose sides.
Just the King in the North? Not me?
[chuckles] I would never ask it of you. You would never agree to it, and if you did, I would trust you even less than I do now. I ask it only of Ned Stark's son. I know Ned Stark's son will be true to his word.
[A moment of silence, as Jon looks between Davos and Daenerys, then back to Cersei]
I am true to my word... or I try to be. That is why I cannot give you what you ask. I cannot serve two queens. And I have already pledged myself to Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen.
[Daenerys, Davos and Tyrion look dismayed]
Then there is nothing left to discuss. [stands] The dead will come north first, enjoy dealing with them. We will deal with whatever is left of you. [leaves with Jaime, Qyburn and her Queensguard]
It's been good to see you. I imagine the next time will be across a battlefield.
We both saw what just happened. We both saw that... thing!
Yes, and I'm not looking forward to seeing more of them. But I'm loyal to the queen, and you're loyal to Sansa and her dolt brother.
[hits him on the arm] Oh, fuck loyalty!
[incredulous] "Fuck loyalty"?
This goes beyond houses and honour and oaths! Talk to the queen.
[Jaime turns to Cersei, who looks unmoved and leaves]
[He follows her out, leaving Brienne speechless]
[At the Dragonpit]
No one's less happy about this than I am.
I know. I respect what you did. Wish you hadn't done it, but I respect it. This place was the beginning of the end for my family. Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor. "A dragon is not a slave". They were terrifying, extraordinary. They filled people with wonder and awe, and we locked them in here. They wasted away. They grew small. And we grew small, as well. We weren't extraordinary without them. We were just like everyone else.
You're not like everyone else. And your family hasn't seen its end. You're still here.
The witch who murdered my husband.
Has it occurred to you she might not've been a reliable source of information?
You were right, from the beginning. If I'd trusted you, everything would've been different.
I can't forget what I saw, North of the Wall. And I can't pretend that Cersei won't take back half the country the moment I march North.
It appears that Tyrion's assessment was correct. We're fucked.
Are you sure you want to do this?
It's not what I want, it's what honor demands.
And what does honor demand?
That I defend my family from those who would harm us. That I defend the North from those who would betray us.
All right, then. Get on with it.
[seeming to speak to Arya] You stand accused of murder, you stand accused of treason. How do you answer these charges...[glancing over at Petyr Baelish] Lord Baelish?
Lady Sansa, I have known you since you were a girl. I have protected you...
Protected me? By selling me to the Boltons?
If we could speak alone, I can explain everything...
[quoting Petyr] "Sometimes, when I'm trying to understand a person's motives, I play a little game. I assume the worst." What's the worst reason you have, for turning me against my sister? That's what you do, isn't it? That's what you've always done. Turn family against family, turn sister against sister. That's what you did to our mother and Aunt Lysa, and that's what you tried to do to us.
I'm a slow learner, it's true. But I learn.
Give me a chance to defend myself. I deserve that. [to Yohn Royce] I am Lord Protector of the Vale and I command you to escort me safely back to the Eyrie.
[kneels before Sansa] Sansa, I beg you! I loved your mother since the time I was a boy!
And yet you betrayed her.
I loved you. More than anyone!
And yet you betrayed me. When you brought me back to Winterfell, you told me "there's no justice in the world, not unless we make it." Thank you for all your many lessons, Lord Baelish. I will never forget them.
[Arya steps towards Littlefinger]
[Arya slits his throat, killing him]
Come in. [Sam enters] Samwell Tarly.
I wasn't sure if you'd remember me.
I remember everything. You helped us get beyond the Wall. You're a good man.
Oh. Well, thank you, but, um, I'm not sure that I am. What happened to you beyond the Wall?
I became the Three-Eyed Raven.
Oh. I don't know what that means.
I can see things that happened in the past. I can see things happening now, all over the world. Why did you come to Winterfell?
Jon's the one to lead the fight against the dead. I know he is. But he can't do it alone. So I've come here to help him.
He's on his way back to Winterfell... with Daenerys Targaryen.
Y-you saw this... in a vision? [Bran holds up a scroll] Oh.
He needs to know the truth.
About himself. No one knows, no one but me. Jon isn't really my father's son. He's the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and my aunt, Lyanna Stark. He was born in a tower in Dorne. His last name isn't really Snow, it's Sand.
Dornish bastards are named "Sand".
At the Citadel, I transcribed a High Septon's diary. He annulled Rhaegar's marriage to Elia. He wed Rhaegar and Lyanna in a secret ceremony!
It's what the High Septon wrote in his private diary. I don't know why he'd lie. Is there something you can see?
[Bran has a vision of Lyanna and Rhaegar's wedding]
RTRhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark
Father, Smith, Warrior. Mother, Maiden, Crone. Stranger. I am hers/his, and she/he is mine, from this day until the end of my days.
Robert's rebellion was built on a lie. Rhaegar didn't kidnap my aunt, or rape her. He loved her. And she loved him. And Jon... Jon's real name...
LSLyanna Stark
[to Ned Stark, in flashback] His name...is Aegon Targaryen. You have to protect him. Promise me, Ned.
He's never been a bastard. He's the heir to the Iron Throne. He needs to know. We need to tell him.
Twenty thousand men, is it?
HSHarry Strickland
Yes, Your Grace. A few died in transit...
They cheated at dice! Or maybe I cheated? Somebody cheated. [shrugs] They weren't good fighters. You won't miss them.
HSHarry Strickland
Two thousand.
HSHarry Strickland
Erm...no elephants, Your Grace.
[Cersei seethes quietly for a moment.]
That's disappointing. I was told the Golden Company had elephants.
HSHarry Strickland
They are excellent beasts, Your Grace. But not well-suited to long sea voyages.
In any event, you are most welcome here at King's Landing, Captain Strickland.
HSHarry Strickland
We look forward to fighting on your behalf, Your Grace. [bows and takes his leave]
You are a true friend of the Crown. And an honored guest.
Good. So, as a true friend and an honored guest...
[He takes a step forward. Ser Gregor Clegane moves to bar his way.]
I was hoping we could talk in private.
After the War. That was our agreement.
[impatiently] Wars sometimes last years.
[firmly] You want a whore, buy one. You want a Queen, earn her. [she rises and makes to leave]
How? I've given her justice. An army. And the Iron Fleet. And yet, she gives me no sign of affection. My heart is nearly broken.
You're insolent. I've executed men for less.
[Cersei moves to the door, then stops and sighs. She turns to Euron with a resigned look. Grinning lustily, Euron joins her.]
[Jon is visiting the Heart Tree in the Winterfell Godswood]
You used to be taller. [Jon spins around]
How'd you sneak up on me?
How did you survive a knife through the heart?
I didn't. [They both grin, run to each other and hug. Jon nods at the sword in her belt] You still have it.
Once or twice. [sheaths it, Jon draws Longclaw and hands it to her] Valyrian steel.
[smirks] Too heavy for me.
[sheaths Longclaw] Where were you before? I could've used your help with Sansa.
She doesn't like your Queen, does she?
Sansa thinks she's smarter than everyone-
She's the smartest person I've ever met.
Oh, you're defending her? [chuckles] You?
I'm defending our family. So is she.
[Arya embraces him]
[Tyrion, Varys and Davos observe more Northerners arriving at Winterfell]
One of the better sigils. Beats an onion, anyway.
Can't argue with that. [they walk away] Not so long ago, the Starks and the Karstarks were slaughtering each other on the battlefield. Jon Snow brought peace to their Houses-
And our Queen is grateful.
Her gratitude is lovely, but that's not my point. The Northmen are loyal to Jon Snow, not to her. They don't know her. The Free Folk don't know her. I've been up here a while, and I'm telling you, they're stubborn as goats. You want their loyalty? You have to earn it.
I sense that you're leading to a proposal.
A proposal is what I'm proposing. On the off-chance that we survive the Night King...what if the Seven Kingdoms, for once in their whole shit history, were ruled by a just woman, and an honorable man?
[Tyrion and Varys follow his gaze to Jon and Daenerys, who are talking together arm-in-arm.]
They do make a handsome couple.
You overestimate our influence. Jon and Daenerys don't want to listen to lonely old men.
I'm not that old. [glances at Davos] Well, I'm not as old as him. [Davos smirks] Our Queen respects the wisdom of age.
Of course she does. Respect is how the young keep us at a distance, so we don't remind them of an unpleasant truth.
[Bronn is in the middle of an orgy with three prostitutes]
Ser Bronn of the Blackwater.
Apologies for the interruption, but the Queen did urge me to hurry.
[sighs] Sorry ladies. Another time perhaps. [the prostitutes gather their clothes and leave. One stops to proposition Qyburn as she goes]
PProstitute
If you ever get lonely, I am partial to older gentlemen. [Qyburn watches her leave as Bronn pours himself wine]
Poor girl. Pox will take her within the year. [Bronn chokes on his wine]
The Queen's brothers made promises to you and then broke them. Her Grace wants to rectify their mistake.
She once gave me a castle and a wife, then rectified me right out of them.
That was Ser Jaime's doing, not hers. When Queen Cersei wants something, she pays in advance and in gold...several chests of it, in fact, waiting for you in a wagon, just outside.
So she wants to murder someone, but she can't send her soldiers? If it's the Dragon Queen she's after...
She has other plans for the Targaryen girl.
Yeah, well good luck with that!
Our Queen's brothers are unlikely to survive their northern adventures, but in the event that they do... [a Lannister soldier enters and hands Qyburn Joffrey's crossbow, the same one Tyrion used to kill Tywin] She has a keen sense of poetic justice.
[flabbergasted] That fucking family.
When the Citadel expelled me, I thought I would die poor and alone, but in exchange for my service, Queen Cersei made me her Hand. What would she do for the man who rids her of her treasonous brothers?
What are you doing in Winterfell? Or did you read every book in the Citadel already? [pause, sees Sam's expression] What's wrong? Gilly? Is she alright?
Daenerys. She executed my father and brother. They were her prisoners. [pause] She didn't tell you.
I'm so sorry. But we need to end this war.
I've executed men who've disobeyed me-
You've also spared men. Thousands of Wildlings, when they refused to kneel!
But you were. You've always been.
I gave up my crown, Sam. [starts to leave] I bent the knee, I'm not King in the North anymore.
I'm not talking about the King in the North, I'm talking about the King of the bloody Seven Kingdoms! [Jon turns back] Bran and I worked it out. I had a High Septon's diary, and Bran had... whatever Bran has.
What're you talking about?
Your mother... was Lyanna Stark. And your father... your real father... was Rhaegar Targaryen. You've never been a bastard. You're Aegon Targaryen, true heir to the Iron Throne. [Jon starts toward him] I'm sorry. I know it's a lot to take in-
[angrily] My father was the most honorable man I ever met. You're saying he lied to me, all my life?!
[shakes his head] Your father- well, Ned Stark- he promised your mother he'd always protect you. And he did, Robert would have murdered you if he knew. You're the true King. Aegon Targaryen, Sixth of his Name, Protector of the Realm, all of it.
It's the truth. You gave up your crown, to save your people. Would she do the same?
