Here, it’s Qyburn and Bronn, respectively.
With great, grody relish, Euron ignores this and asks if he’s better at sex than Robert and Jaime, then tells her, “I’m going to put a prince in your belly.” I’m rooting for this couple.Įlsewhere in the capital, and in another hat-tip to Episode 1, a man with official business to discuss (originally, Jaime) interrupts a guy in a brothel, covered in naked ladies (originally, Tyrion). You’d think that denying your queen a proffered herd of elephants would give you pause sexwise, but Euron gives seduction a shabby old try-and succeeds, though Cersei is still brooding. “No elephants, your grace.” What? For once, Cersei and I agree. Upon arrival, Euron, ever the swaggering sword-swinger, announces to Queen Cersei that he’s marshalled an army of two thousand horses and twenty thousand men. Meanwhile, nutty Euron and the hot-rod Golden Company ships-for-hire are heading to King’s Landing, and Yara, Euron’s captive, is tied miserably to a pole. And hmm again-there’s Bran in the courtyard, staring. Tyrion seems startled: things that make you go hmm, his face says. Then, ever the skeptic-hey, she’s earned it!-Sansa pffs the notion that Cersei will send her armies north, as promised. “Miserable affair.” “It had its moments,” Sansa says, fondly remembering Joffrey’s poisoning. (The Winterfell balcony is to “G.o.T.” what the lido deck was to “The Love Boat.”) “Last time we spoke was at Joffrey’s wedding,” he recalls. (Did these two ever get annulled, or what?) They’re up on the balcony, staring off into the courtyard. (To the grain reserves!) Later, she catches up with her sometime husband, Tyrion. (Hang on- I’m the zombie in this relationship!) Sansa makes a mental note to explain Bran’s new vibe later.ĭany and Sansa do their best to get along, but tedious knee-bending foofaraw will ensue, and Sansa is crabby about feeding the extra people, and dragons. When Jon first sees Bran, he embraces him and kisses his head he doesn’t know that magic has ruined his personality. In those long seasons when we watched the Stark kids wander all over Westeros-skulking around pubs, warging under tree roots, encountering Ed Sheeran by a campfire-we’ve waited to see them reunite. I sigh to remember a time when I was dismayed to realize this show had dragons in it I loved the wonder in Arya’s eyes, and the wariness in Sansa’s, as Drogon and Rhaegal swooped around in the sky. Meanwhile, Tyrion, Varys, Missandei, Grey Worm, Gendry, the Hound, the dragons-the gang’s all there.
When Arya sees Jon ride beside Dany, she’s proud, happy, then sad: he doesn’t see her. As the Northern menace descends, gaggles of armies and families and whatever stone-soup defenses they can rustle up are heading to Winterfell to prepare to fight the army of the dead.
(Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be warg-boys.) In Season 1, the visitors were the Bad News Baratheons in Season 8, it’s Queen Daenerys and friends. The scene opens at Winterfell, where a Bran-in-Season 1-looking boy, scrambling to watch an approaching procession, ends up climbing a tree, as little Bran once climbed a castle wall. The opening credits had the same spinning gears-’n’-spheres-but, thrillingly, instead of the Sunset Sea, the map sequence began with ice, the broken Wall, and the freezing menace it portends, ice dominoes tipping ever southward. A zesty reel of other HBO shows we might enjoy-winter won’t last forever!-was followed by a thanks-for-the-memories montage: crossbow-on-toilet patricide, teen-wedding regicide, green-wildfire kaboom. The season première of “ Game of Thrones” began with pre-show hoopla, like fanfare introducing a monarch.