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Game of Thrones

What can I say, that hasn’t already been said? Actually, quite a bit. As a writer myself, I know the painstaking work that is put into creating something new, intriguing, etc. How do you hold your audience, keep them captivated, honor your story and your characters, and so much more? Building a brand-new world is no easy task, let me say that. And there were so many moving parts the writers of Game of Thrones were faced with in these last few seasons, working past Mr. Martin’s books, keeping to their series’ deadline, and the list goes on. But let’s put all of that aside for now.

Millions of people watched the final episode of Game of Thrones, and when it was over, I like many others took to Twitter. I started to read people’s responses. I have yet to post anything myself, because what I saw erupt after the ending of this era, was a literal, for lack of better terms, shit-storm. People were and still are mad, angry, vehement. I watched as years of work, creativity, story-building, word-building, stellar acting, etc. culminated in this vehemence over the final season, more specifically, this last episode, because people had their own ideas of how it should have ended.

News flash, it’s not yours to end. It’s not yours to decide. And this petition to remake the final season of Game of Thrones, is pure ignorance. Just think back to how much goes into making these shows and what you are saying to everyone involved in its creation.

The amount of foreshadowing that was put into this show, weaved with such delicate crafting, equivocated into an ending that was absolutely brilliant. Most, for some reason, think that wasn’t how it was “supposed to go.” Yes, even I was shocked, but not shocked in a sense of how could this have happened, or how on earth did we get here? Or the biggest shocked response I’ve seen where people are just pissed, and figuratively calling for the heads of the writers. I was shocked in that woah, this was where we were ultimately getting to.

**Spoiler alert beyond this point.**

Dany, I’m sorry, Dany, the gods love you and the people dearly, too, but I’ve been waiting for the snap I knew was coming. As Varys said, “Every time a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin, and the world holds its breath.” And hold our breath we did, for eight years. And I just want to give a HUGE shout-out to Emilia Clarke! What an undertaking, and you blew us all away!

Daenerys Targaryen, may you rest in peace.

And dear Jon Snow, he just wanted a simple life with Ygritte. But like Bran said to Tyrion, and the same can be said for Jon, they were both right where they needed to be all along. People ask why there was all of this build up for nothing in regard to Jon Snow’s parentage, but it wasn’t for nothing. His parentage was a catalyst. No, it did not ultimately lead to him sitting upon a newly melted iron throne (which for the record, I loved that part), but those who knew who he was, you just watched the dominoes fall, exactly how they were meant to. He, according to all rights had the primary claim to the throne, but he never wanted it. Not that he couldn’t have ruled justly, but that was never where he was meant to be. I’m happy for Jon Snow going back to his Wildling family. He’s with his wife’s people. And there is a bitter sweetness to it.

And Bran, I agree whole-heartedly with Tyrion (maybe it’s my own soft spot for stories) but who better than Bran, the one with the infinite knowledge of their past. People keep posting memes that Bran just lay there for the last nine years, which, let’s be honest, that is not true, and also a major disrespect to those with disabilities. Bran has a knowledge base greater than the largest conclaves and libraries. He is by no means brash or impulsive. He is quiet and decisive. He only ever speaks and says what is necessary (something our current president could take a page from, but let’s leave that political side out of it).

Hail, Sansa, the Queen of the North! What a story arc, and what a way to end it. What an example for women everywhere! From her beginnings to her ultimate rising to her rightful seat in the North, to watch her grow, to watch her learn, to watch her fight. She didn’t let those horrific things that happened to her, drown her, she drew strength from surviving them and came out stronger each time.  

To quote Tyrion Lannister, “Lady Stark, you may survive us yet.” And she pushed past surviving and right up to succeeding, ruling her father’s lands, her ancestor’s country. She became the Queen of the North, right where she belonged with her people.

The biggest pill that was the hardest for me to swallow, was Jamie Lannister’s final moments. But I have taken some time and really thought about it. Yes, it’s awful, horrid even. Do I like how his story ended? No. But how true is that narrative for so many people in the real world? Stockholm syndrome, life with one’s abuser, going back to her again and again and again. Yes, he got away, but he just couldn’t stay away. It’s an awful ending, heartbreaking. He was so close to freedom, why didn’t he just stay away? But how often does that happen in real life? Let it be an eye opener. Let it be a tale for others to learn from, don’t go back down that painful path. For him it led to death, which can hopefully change for other people’s narrative.

Can we all let out a collective sigh of relief that Tyrion Lannister was not killed? *Big SIGH* (I may have rioted myself at that point. No, I wouldn’t, but I’d have been devastated to say the least.) The backbone to it all, the comic relief, the best lines that will be quoted for all time, I’ll be pouring a glass of wine to you in celebration, Tyrion. “That’s what I do. I drink, and I know things.” Yes, you do, you always have.

No, I haven’t gone over every character, the gods of Game of Thrones love George R.R. Martin, that would take me longer than it took him to write the books, but I salute all of them, his world, and this show that spanned almost a decade.

Game of Thrones.

For eight years, we watched this game play out. But if you ask me, sometimes fairytales do come true. In the words of Ned Stark, “When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.” The pack survived. At the end of it all, the Starks stood loyal to each other and the people, the true leaders of the pack, rightful and just.

Thank you, to the cast, to the crew, to the characters, to the world of GOT, to the writers (yes, the writers), and to Mr. Martin for giving us the experience of a lifetime. It was unforgettable. We lived with these characters, we laughed with them, we cried with them, we died with them (so many of them), and we learned from them and right along with them. I raise my glass to all of those who poured their talent, their life, their work, and their heart into the last eight years to create an unforgettable world. And in the words of Syrio Forel, what do we say to the god of death? “Not today.”