
Will Bran be a good king? I’d say he’s beyond such petty concerns, but if his down-to-earth council can stop squabbling they’ll do fine. It was an interesting development that both answered what he and Tyrion might have talked about before the battle with the Night King, and raised intriguing questions about what sort of long con the all-seeing Three-Eyed Raven has being playing here. Thus Bran agreed to rule most (but not all) of Westeros, essentially setting up a Star Chamber while he went off to vision-quest for a grieving dragon. I’ll admit it: I’m a sentimental sucker and I was happy to see my favourite Northerners seize their destinies. Photograph: Courtesy of HBOĪnd so to families, in particular the family that has been central since the start – the Starks. That’s where I’m going’Ĭall me a sentimental sucker – I was happy to see my favourite Northerners seize their destinies. It might have come at the end of their time, but it was worth it (and explains why Jaime and Cersei’s death played out as it did – to pull the same trick twice would have lessened this crucial moment.) ‘What’s west of Westeros … no one knows. Finally, Kit Harington and Emilia Clarke made me believe in their doomed relationship. The difference being, of course, that Dany grew to believe in her own myth while Jon was never convinced of his.Įven though I knew he’d have to kill her (there was no way honourable Jon Snow would condemn his sisters to death) I still gasped when the moment came. For the fact that both of them were outsiders, unsure of their place in the world, who built their own stories from unpromising beginnings. Yes, he was the ‘true heir’ to the throne but I believed her when she asked Jon to build her new world with her – being closely related is, after all, no barrier for Targaryens.Īnd Jon loved her too, for her beauty and bravery. Would Dany have ultimately killed Jon, as a disillusioned Tyrion insisted? I’m not sure. From the love Tyrion still felt for his terrible family, digging his dead siblings out of their stony tomb while he wept, to the love Dany and Jon felt for each other and the duty both felt to their very different dreams. And who, most importantly, never understood that Westeros was not really hers but a half-glimpsed dream of what might have been. Who never grasped that it’s not enough to say you are good and expect everyone to join your cause, or that liberation and conquering are two sides of the same coin. It’s the story of how that girl became a woman who believed that she alone could change the world, but who never realised that what she was really proposing was razing it to dust and ashes. In the end, the greatest tragedy of Game of Thrones was Dany’s.Ī girl raised on stories and dreams who survived tragedy and birthed three dragons from her dead husband’s fire. Her flaw is that, knowing that, she chose to cloak herself in the words of her house and slay the innocent rather than turn Queenslayer as Jaime Lannister had done all those years before. Yet she was right that it was Cersei who used the people of King’s Landing as a weapon – just as Dany’s father had tried to do before her. We know, too, that when the future stories tell of how the knights and ladies of Westeros came together to save a kingdom and beat back the Mad Conquering Queen, they will only tell a fraction of the tale.įor, as she explained to her soldiers then later to Jon, Daenerys Targaryen wasn’t the Mad Queen at all but a woman with a clear if devastating vision: a desire to break the wheel and bring freedom with fire. That last story is perhaps the most important, because we know Jaime’s version of how a boy who never wanted to be a member of the Kingsguard killed his king to prevent him razing a city rather than saving it.



Of Aegon Targaryen, the great conqueror and liberator who forged the Iron Throne from the swords of those he defeated of her noble brother Rhaegar, who fought for justice, and her father Aerys, the Mad King, slain by Jaime Lannister who then sat on his throne. Most of all, it was about the stories that Daenerys Targaryen was raised on far from Westeros. It was about the myths that were told about glorious kings and queens versus the true horror of what it took to put those people on the throne about the dark tales of the First Children that Bran, now the Broken, First of his Name, learned at the knee of his nurse, and the dreams of chivalry and song that Sansa, Queen of the North, believed in even as her sister Ayra, the assassin-adventurer, knew there was no place for a girl like her in them. Was it the ending everyone dreamed of? Probably not, but then again isn’t that the point? That we all tell each other stories and imagine how they might conclude and sometimes they don’t add up to the reality, or we wish it had played out another way.
