We do not know yet how long the prequels will be. What do you prefer? As long as GoT or shorter?
What's on your mind?
I've always been thinking why a faceless killer was doing as a captive in Kings Landing, he was probably on an assassination mission, but who? Did he fail his mission?
Why didn't ser Jamie have a sword hand made?
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It was just reported that HBO is nearing a pilot order for another 'GoT' prequel series about the fall of House Targaryen. The series will be set 300 years before the events of 'Game of Thrones,' so which figures from Westeros' history would you like to see on screen?
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As he stepped on the dock and was greeted by lord Selwyn, his eyes focused upon her. His emotions swirling. Anger, for being tossed aside. Confusion as to how she landed in Tarth. Curiosity for the same reason. Heartbreak because her face still possessed the soft features that his heart desires. She looked strong to him, but her expression gave away a vulnerable appearance. There were words of courtesy and welcome exchanged between the lords, but none with Gendry and Arya. Soon several more smaller boats came ashore with all the necessities. Lord Selwyn had his guests shown to the sleeping chambers and had the cooks preparing meals for the men who had traveled to Tarth.
It was late in the night when Arya decided to leave town and return to her room. As she climbed the stairs and turned down the hall he was there. Waiting at her door. He saw her immediately steeling any chance of her escaping. She slowly walked towards him stopping near 6 paces away.
"How have you been ?" She asked softly looking at him with a shyness to her.
"I would ask you the same. But I've had much work to do. Having to build my house and all. " Arya's face looked panicked as her mouth fell open and words stumbled out. "B Building a, your, a house?" She didn't expect to feel jealous, but she was in fact. And Gendry knew immediately.
"Aye. It's a big castle. Lots of people that have lots of needs. My bannerman swearing their loyalties. That sort of thing." His voice was plain, giving no indication of a wife, or not. Had he not sensed her jealousy the conversation may have gone differently. After an awkward moment of silence Gendry suggested "shall we walk? The night is warm and the sky is ripe to look upon." Arya only nodded, and they turned to begin their walk. They were silent for a while, and soon found themselves on the beach. They sat on the cool sand before he spoke again. " how did you come to be in Tarth? I thought your adventure would have taken much further than this." Her head dropped, and then she glanced over at him with shame in her eyes.
" it did. But. I failed. Many men died." It took all she had to hold in her tears. Tears of fear, shame and sorrow mixed in with tears of joy.
"So why come to Tarth? Why not to Kings Landing to see your brother? Or back to Winterfell with Sansa. Or even to Hardhome to see Jon? Why tarth?"
She hesitated still feeling overwhelmed by shame. "I was hurt. My crew brought me here to get treated by the maester. It was the closest port." She spoke softly and her despair was obvious.
"Looks like the visit to the maester worked in your favor. " he was relaxing now and a smile started to creep onto his face.
"It did. But I've been recovering for near 6 months. It was bad."
Shock and fear wiped the smile from his face leaving no trace of it ever existing. "7 hells! What happened? Are you ok?"
" I am now. There was an island. It was inhabited by some witches or warlocks, maybe both. They trap ships that would get near their island. It wasn't what it seemed. They hurt me, and 5 of my crew." She slowly lifted her pant leg, working it up high enough to show her scars left by the flames. Gendry was in shock at the sight. He scrambled to her and took her in his arms holding her tight to his chest. She held him as well. This was not what she expected. Only minutes ago she thought he was with wife, now she was certain he was not. He released her and took her by the shoulders. "Arya. Dont leave me again. Stay with me. I can deal with you adventuring and seeing new places. But to know this is what you could find. It could be worse next time. You may not return. Stay with me. Be my lady. You don't have to be like all the other ladies. I don't want you to be like the other ladies. You can be you. I love you, and who you are. Don't risk it again. Please!" For a moment it was silent. Arya leaned forward and kissed him softly, gently and lovingly. Then she leaned back on her elbows. "I can't. I have to go. If I don't then all the men I lost will have given their lives for nothing. I want to stay, I just can't. Not this time. I'm sorry " her eyes were leaking tears. His face fell into sorrowful despair. They sat quietly for some time. The sounds of the ocean playing with the shore was all the sounds the night offered.
Um just to make it simple, again unless it has magic elements in it, then i really dont care, i dont care to see targaryean ancestors prequel, i thought dany was an almost near perfect female character for me, i dont care to see her mad ancestors
So I recently just watched all of GoT for the first time (it took me about three months to complete the series). And while I do wish a lot of things happened differently and that so much of the story line was rushed, I didn’t hate it. TBH The Battle of Winterfell is one of my favorite battles of the series (like top three).
I think that if they would have taken the time to explain things properly and tie up all of the loose ends, it would have been more accepted. Overall, the cast and crew still gave it everything they had and don’t deserve the criticism that should be exclusively directed at D&D.
All that said, Cersei deserved a more brutal death, Bran shouldn’t have been king, and Jaime shouldn’t have gone back to kings landing. Those are just a few things I’m upset about.
I just started series 1. And I feel lost still at episode 4. Will it become easier to put it all together ? Not sure who and why the dryyakis are with the blonde brother and sister or where there headed. Lol sorry. Like I said I’m a newbie.
She had hurried her men to prepare her ship. To prepare the crew, and be on her way. She had no will to see him. Not like this, wounded and failed. She had turned him away in search of greater things, adventure, and herself. Nearly 7 months had past, and all she had to show for it was burnt legs and half a crew of ghosts. But it was inevitable, her ship would not sail in time. She was destined to see him again, far too soon.
"We will receive him at port. I cannot hide you or lie to the lord of Stormsend. I am his bannerman." His voice soft and sincere. Arya knew he had no choice but to present her. Weather she liked it or not, she was a lady of a great house, and custom required she be there.
"I know. It is my problem to deal with. I just...I'm not quite ready. " there was sorrow in her words. Disappoint perhaps. But at least now she could walk normally, and move nearly as gracefully as before. She would be able to hide at least that failure. But what would she tell him? Would he even ask, or care? She had broken his heart and now she will have to face him.
" we expect he will arrive by nightfall." Selwyn paused for a moment. " you don't have to tell him anything. Just be polite. But you should tell me how much you want me to tell him. I have no choice. I will have to speak with him, probably frequently. "
Arya paused for what seemed an eternity. "Tell him we came here to resupply and tend our wounded. I will fill in the rest." Selwyn nodded and took his leave.
Arya moved to the balcony trying to gather her thoughts and wrangle her emotions. She breathed in the thick salt air that surrounded the island.
Elsewhere on the island Piper had been working endlessly to prepare the ship and crew for departure, but he knew what she asked was impossible. But try he did, and no man could have done better. A castle messenger brought him a note with Arya's seal. He read it and tossed it in the fire. Piper sat on the side of the road looking up and down the street, finally able to take a break from his tiresome work the last few days. He debated weather to retire to his small cottage of a house, or perhaps the brothel. There was only 1 on the island, and he liked the island girls.
"Hello sailor. Where have you been. " she smiled as only a whore could. Feigning her interest in him. "What is it that suck a strong man needs to help him relax in the early evening?" She asked so playfully as her arms stretched around his neck.
Piper felt uneasy though he couldn't figure why. His eyes scanned the room looking for anything that seemed off, but there was nothing. He looked at the whore and finally replied "Ale, for now." He pushed her gently to the side and took a seat. There were only a handful of men in the main hall of the brothel and only 1 struck his attention. He sat quietly until the whore brought his ale. "Sit, there." He pointed to the seat across from him. He could look at her from there and also past her if need be. There was something not right about this man, and yet he didn't know what.
"Why do you come here to talk to a whore? Don't you want to fuck me? Perhaps you would like another girl?" She seemed a bit irritated. After all, she doesn't get paid if she doesn't get laid. But it was early still and not enough patrons to go around. "I'll fuck you when I'm ready. Right now, I'm not ready." His voice was stern and that was yet another thing that annoyed her. He sat drinking his ale slowly so he could continue to watch the room. "Ok." He said as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "I'm ready to fuck you now." She was happy to finally make some $$and led him up the stairs and down the hall. Piper stopped her outside the room and kissed her long and deep, then entered the room. As he closed the door she began to speak and he stopped her." Shut up. Get on the bed." She cringed at him. What man kisses a whore like he would a wife and then treats her like this? Piper moved behind the door looking at her. " I see. You want to watch me pleasure myself. I know your type. " she forced a smile though her mood was ruined. He waved at her to get on with it. He was paying her no mind as her fingers played with her cunt. She paused when she heard the latch of the door move. Piper quickly gesture her to continue. Confused and frustrated she did as he asked. As the door slowly began to open, the man from downstairs began to step through. Piper slammed the door shut on the stranger, catching him off guard. Pinning him in the heavy door Piper let loose a fury of blows to the man's face and then released the door, grabbing the man and taking him to the floor. Piper had him face down and delivered fists to the man's kidneys until he knew the man would not fight back. Piper tore the curtain and used them to tie the man to a chair. The whore was scared and tried to flee the room but Piper grabbed her and sat her back on the bed. "Sit down and shut up. You will get paid for your time. Try to leave again and you won't be doing it with your legs. " Piper's meaning was well received. She sat down on the bed silently. The man was barely concious after the beating he took. " with a not so friendly smile he said " now. Let's find out who you are. And maybe, just maybe, if you still draw breath we can find out why you are here."
Back at the docks Arya waited nervously as she stood watching the ship enter port. Her tension was visible to all, though most were unaware as to why. Selwyn gave her a glance and Arya knew the meaning. His look was reassuring but her heart was pounding. A million thoughts were spinning through her head as men rowed Lord Gendry towards the dock where Selwyn and Arya waited to greet him. The moment she had feared was 15 seconds away, and she still had no idea what to say. But there he was. She could see him plainly now. As he stepped off the boat their eyes met.
Arya woke up in the morning. She slept pretty well despite that fact she murdered two people. The bodies had been found and Arya knew that she had to answer a few questions about the murder.
"Damn murdering people is laborious. I'm so fucking hungry. I hope they have food."
As Arya walked to the dining room the crew was already waiting for her.
"Good morning, Arya Stark of Winterfell. We must discuss a few things. You know what I am talking to about. Our partner has been poisoned with very horrible poison. The one which Faceless men use, we know how he hated outsiders and was willing to even murder them. Maybe 50 years ago we would have accepted that kind of act, but now things are changed. We treat well our guests if someone comes to our island with peace like you." Aeralyx said.
"He was trying to bribe Ruban to murder me. Fortunately, I killed both of them before that happened. I'm not sorry about what I did. Punish me if you want so, but my crew did nothing." Arya stated.
"Unfortunately, we must punish you even though that makes us sad. But you can avoid your punishment if you win our champion. You call it trial by combat in Westeros, is that so?" Aeralyx said sadly.
"Let me guess, your champion is Syrio Forel, a water dancer. Am I wrong?" Arya said in frustration.
"Syrio Forel would never accept the offer. We have something else. The trial is tomorrow. Good luck." Daemar intervened in the conversation.
"Thank you, I guess."
"Really? Trial by combat? You will die!" Seban screamed.
"No, I won't. What do we say to God of Death?" Arya asked.
"Not today. You'll train with me, I can't wait to see how you have evolved." Syrio, who appeared from nowhere answered.
"Good, shall we start?" Arya smiled.
Fighters moved the courtyard and took their swords. Arya's Needle shone in the sunlight while Syrio presented his sword similar to Needle. Two water dancers practicing is a quite show and the audience had no idea how beautiful a sword fight can be.
"Focus on your legs or you are dead girl," Syrio smirked.
"Let the fight begin!" Eleana shouted.
Syrio attacked first, but Arya blocked it easily. Then she did a counter and almost disarmed Syrio.
"Good work girl, now we can fight more seriously."
"I don't want to hurt my dancing teacher. That would be wrong." Arya smiled.
"Don't worry about me, I can handle it. Now show me something new."
They fight long until Arya got the upper hand and struck fast like a scorpion and pointed Needle at Syrio's neck.
"Wonderful Arya, I have no words to describe my happiness. I am very proud of you. Looks like there is nothing I could teach you." Syrio said excitedly.
"You were the best teacher I ever have. Thanks to you I'm here, discovering New Valyria. Arya said and hugged Syrio.
"I am hungry, let's eat something," Syrio said after he hugged Arya.
At the table, they discussed about Westeros and how her brother ruled Six Kingdoms and sister was Queen in the North. When they finished Seban asked how Ruban died and Arya answered that Ironborn died very painfully.
"So, you two look like a good couple. You know Seban, if we ever come back Westeros, you can't take a slave with you."
"She's not a slave anymore. Rhaerya will be my wife someday."
"Yes, and we will travel around the world and make love. Seban is a good lover and a strong man. I will someday bear many sons and daughters to him." Rhaerya said passionately and kissed Seban.
"She's a fuckin slut, Seban! How could you choose her instead of me? I'm not a slave! I'm a free woman!" Eleana cried.
"Don't ever call her by that word! Rhaerya is a good woman who couldn't choose her place in this society. You can't choose who I love!" Seban protected his girlfriend.
"I'll fuckin kill you, silver-haired whore! He was mine! Mine! Until you stole him from me! You are a witch!" Eleana threated Rhaerya.
"You all shut your cunt mouths or I cut your tongues! Obey your captain!" Arya commanded.
"I don't take orders from you, Stark bitch! Nothing else matters in this world except Seban and that slut stole him!
Eleana took her knife and threw it toward Arya. She easily dodged it and threw her valyrian steel dagger at the Eleana's head. She collapsed immediately to the floor.
"By Seven Hells, I must have the worst crew in this world. Go to your beds and drink less wine. Tomorrow will be momentous.
can you guys tell me how long have been Bran Stark in three-eyed raven cave? the last i saw Bran, he still look like a boy at season 4 last episode. he was unseen at season 5. then i saw him at season 6 he looks very different. like, older. i just wonder how long have he been there.
I really wanted to see the army of the dead attack the Last Hearth as opposed to just seeing the aftermath, and for fun, in S7 before they attacked the wall there should’ve been a little bit where the others resurrected Craster and Lord Commander Mormont along with the nights watch mercenaries and whatnot.
I would’ve loved to see more wight polar bears and other creatures like wolves, and where the heck were the ice spiders!? Would’ve been epic to see those things climbing up the walls of Winterfell and tearing into people Starship Trooper style!
But tbh, Winterfell should’ve fallen to the Night King, Jon Snow, Dany and the remaining living should’ve been forced to abandon the castle and retreat southward then the Night King be there resurrecting the dead and everything, then there be a few skirmishes and few battles but then the ultimate final battle be when the White Walkers and the army of 100,000+ launch their full scale assault upon Kings Landing!!!!
And even get crazier and say Kings Landing fell, completely sacked, every last civilian added to the Night King’s vast collection. Jon Snow and who ever is left, (if any) leave to Essos and the Great War continues over there, over Braavos, Pentos, Slavers Bay, the Grass Sea.
Near 6 months had washed away since she had woken in Tarth. She had enjoyed the last 3 weeks, as she was finally able to practice her water dancing with virtually no pain. Her legs had healed as well as they could have. Her skin would show scars that reminded her of the ones an old friend wore on his face. Her time in Tarth had been pleasant. Her host gave her all the comforts of privacy and anonymity. So far he honored his oath and kept her presence in Tarth quiet.
It was late afternoon and the sun was low in the sky when she summoned her 1st mate. Piper had been in the town helping the Smith get caught up on his work. Piper was no Smith, but he could forge shoes for the horses and not much else.
"My captain has summoned me?" His smile was wide and full of hope. "Tell me, are we setting this wind to our sails?" His eagerness was blatant and almost adorable.
"It's time. How many of our ships people are still around? I can't imagine many have stayed this long. I'm surprised you did. " she spoke with a softness rarely displayed. Perhaps she feared that noone was still about, or that noone cared to follow her anymore. Or so many other fears.
"I won't lie to ya. Most have moved on. Some to other ships, some to the grave. 7 hells, Some found a spot here in Tarth and a wife to go with. But don't worry, a few weeks and we will have crew enough to hoist the sails for the wind to embrace. " his confidence was certain, and it helped Arya's mood.
"Then make the arrangements. "She paused briefly. "Is Merick still with us?" She sounded hopeful in her question. She received only a gentle nod to confirm he was. " please, tell him I would like to see him." With another nod Piper turned and left.
It had been close to 3hrs before the young man who had saved her and the others arrived. He had been on a hunt early in the day and was tending the ship as he did each evening since arriving in Tarth. Though the ship had no cargo and no crew, he still walked the deck and checked the masts and made sure nothing was out of place. He had hoped to sail since he knew she would be ok.
Arya was meditating when he arrived. Something she liked or perhaps needed to do. " Merick. Thank you for coming. " he greeted her with a bow and a smile.
"When my captain calls, I answer " his smile was more eager and more intense than Piper's. "How do you feel?"
"Thanks to you, I can feel. That is a debt that I can never repay. I owe you my life" she was cut off by Merick.
" captain. we have had this conversation far too many times. You owe me nothing. You are my captain, I will follow you anywhere, and protect you with my life if that is what's required. " he gave her a slight bow and a big smile.
"I suppose we have. However, I would never require your life for mine.." again Merick cuts off her words
" I didn't say YOU required. I said IF required. " his smile seems never ending. " what is it you need of me today captain?"
"I would ask if the ship is ready to sail, but I know you have tended it as if it were your child. So I would ask you to organize supplies for our journey. Food, water, materials for possible repairs. You know all we need. Piper is gathering a crew. We aim to sail in a fortnight, gods be good. Is that enough time?" Her smile this time was filled with eagerness.
"I'll have it done. " he bowed and turned to take his leave.
"Merick " she called to him as he was about to exit the room. "There is one more thing. You never told me how you were able to see through the warlocks spells when noone else could?" Her desire for this information was profound. He reached into his shirt and withdrew an amulet on a chain. It was difficult to make out the markings from across the room, but an obvious gem stood centered in it.
"My mother put this on me as a child. She always told me it would let me see the truth, though I never knew what that meant until that day. I guess it works. " his words carried a sadness to them. Most likely because his mother had passed when he was young. Taken by a strange fever on his 13th name day. He gave a nod and was gone.
Arya spent the next week or so building her strength and stamina. Checking in with her remaining crew members as to the progress they would be making. Everything was going as hoped until a raven came from Stormsend. Lord Gendry would be arriving in 3 days hence.