...you know this is based on books, right?
I would write to Martin, but seeing as to how the story is progressing right now, he'd probably laugh his head off and write 10 more scenes like that to rub it in.
Better start writing then
I'm almost certain that Arya and Sansa wont meet. Just like Bran and Jon which really annoyed me. it's not enough to kill our favorite characters, GRRM must also cock tease us with stark reunions which will never happen.
It is getting way too predictable and annoying. First time it happened you're just thinking, "man, this really sucks. So close." Second time it happens, "wow again? lol Starks." Third time it happens, "now wait a god damn minute!"
Just a quick point about Danny and Emilia's acting.
I honestly dont see the issue with her acting, I really dont.
Danny is a young woman who has been treated badly for quite a long time and yet she suddenly became aware of her true nature and her disgust with the idea of slaves etc. Since then she has been trying to get herself an army, conquer lands and liberating people, all while trying to learn the ropes of being a leader and a queen who can do right by every person who deserves it.
For me, what everyone is calling bad acting is really just 'Danny' acting, meaning the whole point is she isn't totally confident of her abilities as a leader, it means she is constantly having to learn and evaluate her decisions since they can affect many people in different ways. I think some people just need to put themselves in 'Danny's' shoes and think about how she must be feeling, the whole time being judged to see if she is good enough to lead, good enough to do the 'right' thing etc.
But hey, thats just me.
I also love the "entitlement" accusations. So you're telling me the one person vying for the Iron Throne who:
- Came from nothing after her family's brutal removal from power.
- Has had a hit on her head since birth.
- Who has spent her entire life with no mother, no father, no relatives of any kind besides her crazy ass balls brother.
- The person that was essentially sold off by her brother in exchange for an army.
- A person who has lost both her husband and her unborn son to treachery.
- Who has had most of her husband's Khalasar abandon her at his death. Leaving her with nothing more than her personal guard and a few stragglers, while stranded in the middle of a desert wasteland.
That person has an entitlement issue? Hit it Drake. "Started from the bottom, now we're here. Started from the bottom, now my whole team fucking here (besides Jorah)"
The Lioness doesn't concern herself with the opinions of a Sun pierced by a spear....
Oh I can't wait for her to get bitch slapped by karma; wipe that damn annoying smirk she does, clean off her face. Please HBO let me write her family's demise, please. I would imagine it going a little something like this:
After countless years of being under the thumbs of the Starks of Winterfell, Roose Bolton had finally put an end to their reign. In a move part genius, part meticulous planning, and part extreme luck; Roose had engineered the most ruthless overthrow of a dynastic name, since Harren the Black and his entire family were roasted alive by Aegon the Conqueror's dragons at Harrenhal. Roose Bolton had secured his family's legacy in the history books. The Boltons were now a major house and had achieved the enviable status of being amongst the 1% of Westeros. Roose remembered the old saying, "there must always be a Stark in Winterfell", and quietly contemplated whether he should have brought along the skull of Robb Stark, the last scion of this once proud house.
That should satisfy that rubbish old saying he bemused to himself. Although the Boltons now succeeded their former liege lords in becoming the Wardens of the North, Winterfell, the crown jewel of the North, lay in ruins. The Boltons decided to set up residence in the very hold of their vanquished foes, and to the dismay of all of Stark-Gaf, Winterfell was to be the Bolton's new seat of power. Roose set out to once again make whole, this ancient castle.
Years had gone by, and slowly with a precise pace and planning, Winterfell had risen like a phoenix from the ashes. The great city had again become the principal center of power in the North, and the Boltons wanted the entirety of Westeros to come and marvel at their fortitude and will to overcome all odds. Ravens were sent out to all corners of the realm, proclaiming a grand invite to the new and restored Winterfell. From all across Westeros, the major families of the land had come to the Great City of the North to take part in what was promised to be the biggest party in years.
Bigger than Robert Baratheon's "out with the Targs, summer of the Stags" coronation blast? you ask. Yes, the Boltons were promising a party that would eclipse even that. But not all who had come were joyful that they had to be there. One family, The Lannisters, were extremely annoyed with these new money fools showing off their wealth and prestige like they were hot shit. But to refuse an invitation to the party all of Westeros couldn't stop talking about? Not even
Tony Soprano Tywin Lannister could blow off such an invite. Real Housewives of Casterly Rock didn't become a household name in Westeros because the Lannisters were stay at home hermits. No, if there was a party somewhere in the Realm, you could bet your golden dragons these guys were in the center of it.
What was that old saying they had about the Lannisters?
Umm, a Lannister always pays their debts...
No, not that one.
Ahh, Lannisters shit gold, I shit you not?
No, not that one either.
When you dress, dress like a Lannister. When you make love, love like a Lannister. When you scheme, scheme like a Lannister. And above all else, when the DJ drops the beat, get on the dance floor and party like a Lannister!
There it is.
Anyways going back to our story. The Boltons were gracious hosts, and all around the great hall of Winterfell, invited guests were mingling and having fun. Except for one man in particular. Tywin Lannister looked every part the man most of Westeros had gone to calling the Crownless King, or in more seedier circles, the Puppet Master of the Iron Throne. For no one would be so foolish as to think that the true power maker in Westeros was actually the King himself. Tywin for his part sat quietly in the great hall; his face not betraying a single thought that was going on in his mind. But in that mind of his, his thoughts were a cascading lava of anger and unbridled rage.
It was I who put these fools in power. I who had given them this station they so graciously rub into my face. Tywin wasn't one to take any display of power by his lessors kindly. A lesson well received by the now extinct House Reyne of Castamere. In his mind, Tywin Lannister was already at work plotting out a plan to teach the Boltons the finer points of humility. Unbeknownst to him, darker minds were also plotting a likewise strategy. But not to deal with House Bolton mind you, these plotters had their sights on Tywin Lannister himself.
From across the room, dark eyes carefully observed the Patriarch of the Lannister family. Roose Bolton was a man who spent years perfecting the art of being able to read his foes; and make no mistake, Tywin Lannister may have given his blessing to the wholesale slaughter of the Starks, he may have rewarded Roose Bolton with their former titles and lands, but Tywin Lannister was a dangerous foe nonetheless. A point Roose Bolton honed in on after spending quite a few years fighting him on behalf of his previous masters, the Starks. As his eyes continued to look for any signs of an opening on the stone like, emotionless face of Lord Tywin, the briefest of emotions betrays the older man's exterior calm, and Roose quickly darts a look at what had caused the Lannister elder to register an emotion. His eyes scan the hall left and right, looking for the source, and then he sees it. There, on a bench quietly away from the rest, Cersei Lannister, daughter of Tywin, and the Queen regent of the Iron Throne, sat draped in the arms of his own son,
Ramsay SnowRamsay Bolton (sorry old habits)....
Screw this I'm tired.
The gist of it is that Cersei being a dick craving whore, is putting the hits on Ramsay, now that Jamie can't bang her properly. Cersei sees Ramsay as this nice looking noble lad from a major house, and doesn't realise how utterly evil and sadistic he is. They go to his chambers where he bangs the shit out of here. And then while attempting some light, post sex conversation she says, "I like what you guys have done to the place. It was so drab and monotone the last time I was here." He looks at her and replies, "oh really, then you'd probably like this new room we had built. Come let me show you." At which point he leads her to a room similar to the one he was torturing poor Theon in at the Dreadfort. You can probably guess the rest. Then Roose has to secretly poison and take out the rest of the Lannisters because of his son's rashness (dammit Ramsay there was a plan in place). THE END.