A retrospective of the King’s Landing plotline from Game of Thrones’s sixth season
It’s time for the first in a series of plotline-specific retrospectives about the sixth season of Game of Thrones. For a series built on its political intrigue, we’ve elected to start right in the middle of all the action: Cheryl’s Landing, the capital of Weisseroff. Trigger warnings for suicide and violence.
This is written by the fusion of Kylie and Julia, who you may refer to as “Julie”.
Game of Thrones (GoT) has been off the air for a couple of months now. Sure, during its run we may have spent each week discussing its flaws, and Kylie even gave us a look-back at how horriblysexist the whole of Season 6 was. But to be perfectly fair to this artform, we felt we needed to rewatch it plotline by plotline, in order to really immerse ourselves in the vision of showrunners David Benioff and Dan Weiss (D&D)…just like they’ve done for George R.R. Martin!
“Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. Fear cuts deeper than swords. The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords.”
1. I will be forever thankful that someone thought to make Oberyn Martell bisexual.
2. Davos Seaworth is a scruffy nurturing Ron Swanson-esque man who has a heart of gold, a moral compass, no ambitions but to do what is right, and is kind to every child he meets and I love him for it.
3. Samwell Tarly is my son.
4. Season 4 Daario Naharis is far superior to season 3 Daario Naharis. Anyone who says otherwise can fight me.
“You look lovely today my lady.” He complemented, pulling her closed to his side.
“Thank you, your grace.” You smiled thankfully.
“Joffrey, please.” He spoke kindly, stopping at a bench.
“Joffrey.” You paused, closing your eyes fearing a blow to your cheek but when none came you sighed and look at him, and he flashed you a cat-like smile, “Joffrey, thank you for taking time to walk with me.”
Though it was you who requested my company.
He smiled brighter, growing into a smirk and dropped your arm for your hand, “Yes.. Sit with me.” He spoke emotionless and you obeyed quickly looking at the flowers instead of him, still slightly afraid.
“The flowers are beautiful yo- Joffrey.”
“I’m sure they are nothing compared to the ones Highgarden, I am sure.”
“Neigh.” You forced a smile as the lie fell through your lips, “Everything is more beautiful in the capital.”
“Certainly.” He sighed in a whispered tone as he grabbed your cheek and turned you to meet his eyes, placing his hand under your chin and not moving it. “Y/N… I have brought you here today, to the spot were we first met, for a reason.”
“Yes, your grace.”
“Sorry… Joffrey…” You blinked and portrayed a look of innocence in attempts to hide your fear. But his gripped stronged as he placed his other hand on your cheek.
Joffrey smiled gently, “Lady Y/N Tyrell… I know I am promised to your sister-”
Oh gods… Oh Gods please no…
“And I did love her for her beauty. But then I laid eyes on you.. And the moment I did my world stopped… What I am trying to say is I have moved my bethrothal to you other than your sister and we will be married by months end and I couldn’t be happier.”
You were gaping but you couldn’t hide your shock.
You needed to get out, right now.
“May I be excused, your grace?” You asked, pulling away, standing up and walking off, before getting your response Tears of fear and panic cluttered your face as you bit your lips to stop a sob from escaping your mouth.
The sand felt nice on your as you walked along the beach, your friend carrying your shoes in his hands.
“You are right, Jorah.” You smiled at him, then at the ocean beside you, “This truly is beautiful.”
He smiled thoughtfully at you, nodding in agreement and a calming silence filled the area.
“How is the Khaleesi?” He asked, breaking silence.
“Doing the best she can I suppose.” You shrugged sadly, “She is so strong and brave. yet so graceful. I wish sometimes that I held her faith and strength.”
Jorah smiled at this, grabbing your hand and giving it a small squeeze as you looked at him, then back out at the never ending sea as it spit in your face.
You sighed, knowing that there was no use in waiting.
If I do not tell him, Dany will.
“Jorah?” You questioned looking at him, he made a small hmmm, and looking at you, your hands shaking and you looked away. I must do it now…. “Jorah I have these feelings for you… And I have to know if you share these feelings at all or if… If I not I would not like to lose our frien-”
He cut you off by placing a sweet kiss to your forehead, squeezing your hand tightly. Murmuring against your brow, he said, “I have found myself loving you as well, Y/N”
Smiling at this, you looked up at him, leaning on his shoulder saying a silent thank you to the gods that you did not make a fool of yourself.
Tear flooded your eyes as you looked at his body.
This literally cannot be happening… You thought. Why is this happening…
“M-May I please have a moment alone?” You questioned the men, not looking back to see their response, only hearing the door shut.
It was then when you threw yourself onto the slab and clung to your friends dead body, sobbing uncontrollably.
He is cold. Cold and bruised and scraped. Something he should never be.
Shaking, you placed your lips to his forehead and hugged him, whispering in his ear silent things that you had kept secret. You whispered of your love for his eyes, for his hair, for his mind, for him, and trembled at the sight of his pale skin.
You barely noticed when a women placed her hand on her shoulder and a man picked you up, setting you on a bed where you fell into a dreamless sleep.
You woke up to warm breath and the tickle of beard against your neck, the sent of pine filling your nose. Looking up, you saw those dark eyes that you had fallen for such a long time ago and reached up, cupping his face with your hands.
“Have I died from grief, my love?” You spoke weak and hoarsely, blinking several times as Jon moved closer to you.
He shook is head, a smile brightly on his lips, one you had never seen in your life. You made a small o with your lips, your voice hurting too much to respond causing both of your eyes to water slightly.
“I heard your words.” Jon confessed.
“Did you?” You asked, too weak to figure out if he was truthful or not.
He nodded, “Aye.” He smiled again giving you a small gentle peck on your lips and pulling your weak body up as to hug you tightly. When at last pulling apart, you placed your forehead to his as he mumbled against your lips, “I feel the same.”
“Are you doing alright Lady Y/N? Truly?” He asked panicked as you nodded, grabbing his hand as you knew it calmed him down.
He was afraid, and rightfully so. A Baratheon in the North? It was danger which is why he locked you in his own tent, you sleeping in the day and him at night, though truthfully neither of you got much sleep.
You had told him all the plans you, knew, which wasn’t much but his words fear was one of his men finding you here and hurting you, perhaps even throwing you in a cell with your Uncle Jamie. Who knows what would happen from there.
“Robb your generosity is something I cannot thank you enough for.” You smiled lightly, “I am safer here than I was in King’s Landing.” You squeezed his hand gently, causing him to exhale and kneel beside you, his eyes never straying from yours. “I… I am so sorry Robb.” You sighed gently, tears in your eyes as you looked away. “I wish I could have-”
“You were packing and on your way to me, Y/N. There is nothing you could do.” He sighed to quickly, something you assumed he was doing to mask his tears. “I am sorry about your father as well.”
Smiling at the memory of your Lord Father, you looked down and sighed, “He died justly. Peacefully. It was the only way I could imagine him going I suppose.” Robb and you both chuckled at this and silence once again fell until Robb broke it.
“I.. I think I am love with you, Y/N.”
Your heart panged in your chest and you looked at the ground blinking slightly until you kneeled beside him, wrapping him in a tight embrace.
“I think I am in love with you too Robb.”
“Can’t we go on a walk around the garden?” You smirked at him, “Aren’t you bored?” He looked up from his desk and eyed you as you toyed with books off the shelf. Gently smiling, he looked back at his paper work. “C’mon Tommy!”
“Fine.” He confessed, “I am bored. These people think they get so much for doing so little. But I am the King. It is my duty to finish this. Ser Pounce is sure in need of a bit of fresh air though-”
You sighed, picking up the cat and sitting on Tommen’s desk, the cat being put in your lap as you stroked his ears, “ Tommy I haven’t seen you properly since Joffrey died-”
“Nor I you since the Red Wedding.” He spoke in agreement, taking a free hand to pet his cat. “Look… Y/N I-”
“Is this for the wedding?” you asked, seeing an envelope with the Tyrell Rose on it. Tommen nodded, a strange look on his face and you bit your tongue to prevent yourself from swearing, “I am very excited for you my friend.”
He chuckled curtly, “I am not.”
You eyed him suspiciously and looked him up and down, “Why not Tom?”
“She is a beauty. Any man would be lucky to call her his Lady wife, but there is such an age gap.” He pursed his lips, “Besides, my heart lies with someone else.”
Your heart skipped a beat at this. You knew that it couldn’t be you, but you truly hoped. I am a traitors daughter. A deserters sister. You reminded yourself I mean nothing to him.
“Who?” you asked numbly. Though you did not really want to know, it was polite to ask.
Tommen blushed and dropped his pen, reaching for your hand across the desk with one arm, and the other turned you to face him. His eyes were the softest and most gentle you had ever seen and it as though you were having a conversation with your eyes.
Forcing him to drop your hand you fell into his arms, looking up at him so you could respond.
I love you to Tommen. I have always loved you.
You couldn’t stop crying. You knew you had to, but you couldn’t. It was worse, somehow, when “Reek” had come to walk you down the isle.
Instead, you ran to him, wrapping your arms tightly around him and sobbed into his shoulder.
“Please don’t make me do this.”
“I don’t want to marry him.” You let go of Reek and began pacing. “He’s a foul creature. A monster. He’ll kill me I’m certain.”
He slowly made his way before you to reach out and touch you. “Y/N.” He repeated, still in a whisper, clearly not audible to your panic.
“He’ll poison me with his seed and as soon as I pop out a son he’ll feed me to the hounds like all the daughters I birthed before our boy.”
“Y/N!” He yelled at last but you weren’t listening.
“No… No maybe he won’t.” You pondered, oddly calm, “Maybe he’ll throw me from a tower. Or maybe he’ll cut off my legs so I can’t-”
Reek cut you off by grabbing you tightly and pressing his shaking lips to your temple, knowing it calms you.
“Y/N…” He whispered again, “I don’t want you to marry him either.”
“Re-No… No Theon… Theon…” He smiled gently, “More or less.. Theon Greyjoy would say he has loved you for the longest time and will defend you to the best of your ability. And will kill anyone who tires to catch your fancy,”
You laughed quietly and squeezed him tightly, “Y/N Stark would say that she shares his feelings and would wed him right now to save the two of them to the bastard she is promised to.”
He kissed your chin as he let you go, looking you up to down.
“Theon Greyjoy, and Reek I suppose, must protect their lady. Starting with this.” He dropped a small vial in your hands and you looked at it confused, “Drink it now.”
You almost dropped it when a knock came at your door.
“Reek! Hurry now! Everyone is freezing.” The bastard yelled from outside the door, “Tell my bride to walk down naked if she must! I will not wait another-”
“Take it. Now my lady. Hurry.”
You obeyed and forced the liquid into your mouth, Theon, taking the bottle once you had finished and threw it into the fire, linking arms with you and leading you outside.
And you cried out again. Tears of fear, loss and helplessness, but oddly enough, tears of joy.
“Why are you here, mi-lady?” He questioned you. “Is everything alright?”
You smiled at him, bowing your head before you sat at his desk, a small blush on your face.
“I am sorry to disrupt you, my lord but it is a matter of most importance.”
Tyrion dropped his pen and looked up from his piece of paper, his mind filling with concern as he went through all the possibilities big or small.
Are you dying? Are you leaving?
Did something happen to your family? Did something happen to his family?
Are you hurt? Are you sick?
“My Lord?” You asked, your eyes filling with his concern, “My lord are you all right?”
He nodded, grabbing your hand and forcing a smile, “Quite. What Is the matter?”
You sighed and squeezed his hand tight before releasing the grip to calm yourself, “I have… How do I say it… I have grown feelings… But they are improper.. And I have tried to push them away but I have failed.
“Feelings?” He spoke numbing, fearing the response you would give, “Feelings for Joffrey?”
“For my lord father?”
“For Gods sake.. Please tell me they aren’t for the Queen regent!?”
You chuckled slightly at this, “Nay my Lord. I have grown feelings for you.”
His eyes widened at this and he opened his mouth to release an Oh, but no noise came out as he sat in shock.
“I am sorry my lord. I know of the improper nature, for I am a serving girl and you are a high born Lord but I thought it best to tell you that-”
“Nay.” He repeated and you tilted your head to the sighed, “No don’t say another word about impropertity cause I do not care.” He smiled brightly at you and brought your hand to his lips, “Meet me here come nightfall. We shall take a walk.” You bowed your head, smiling before standing up and walking to the door before he stopped you.
“Oh and Y/N.”
“Yes my Lord?”
“Thank you for telling me.” He smirked at you.
For I feel the same and never would have told you the truth
People are freaking me out with Sansa betraying Jon. Sansa being one of the ‘dishonorable’ people against Jon. Arya killing Sansa & LF and stealing their faces. Just for me her turning evil against Jon who she said was a Stark to her and everything they went through in S6 makes 0 sense to me tbh…
Plus if Bran & Arya are on their way , you think they are gonna be okay with Sansa doing that to Jon? Uh, no. Just her doing that would basically be end of her character cause I am pretty sure LF is dying in S7, his time is coming and him just dragging Sansa down w/ him is just bad.
I rather watch Sansa play LF in S7 then kill him.
Just I am not okay with Sansa betraying Jon, cause ik its just gonna be a way for her character to end on GOT which sucks. I want her to make it…