Thinking about the fact that all of the couples who either had “I am hers she is mine” playing for them or sampled in one of their songs had a tragic ending DONT text
Jon is happy beyond the Wall, where the Night’s Watch handles diplomacy between the Wildlings, the North, and Westeros.
Arya is a renowned adventure-having badass who has expanded what they know of the West. Occasionally, a Faceless Man shows up to check in on her (and no one dies).
Bran has stabilized the Six Kingdoms and is casually looking for the next Three-Eyed Raven/King of Westeros.
Brienne continues to be happy.
Davos gets regular vacations.
Naarth stays safe because of Grey Worm and the Unsullied.
Tyrion is allowed to step down as the Hand of the King after he’s helped choose a worthy successor into whose capable hands the Six Kingdoms can be left.
The North is thriving under the watchful eye of Sansa Stark.
The issue of succession for House Stark is raised. Sansa just smiles and lets her advisors know that that will be resolved when the Ambassador of the Six Kingdoms to the North arrives. Tyrion shows up and they finally get to have a good, solid, supportive marriage.
And, somewhere in the East, Drogon waits as a Red Priestess chants over a body. Then, as the flash forward ends, Daenerys Targaryen is revived with blood red eyes, signifying that she is the Fire equivalent of the Night King.
That part in Clash where Pod saves Tyrion during Blackwater and he deliriously thinks it was Jaime because he can’t imagine another person who would care to save his life…… on the floor feverishly shaking and throwing up rn
He knew he shouldn’t complain, but as he walked down the halls of the keep, Davos Seaworth found himself sweating. It was a known tale that the hot springs underneath Winterfell kept the stones cool to the touch yet the air was as warm as a spring day. Yet, as he walked with his layers and furs, the air felt a little too hot for the old smuggler’s soul.
‘I should have taken these damn rags off when I had the chance.’ He mused to himself as he continued his trek towards the library. In truth, he liked the number of layers he wore, it served as an armor, a shield from the biting cold the northern lands were known for. When he was up in the Wall, before Jon Snow had been betrayed and Shireen was still alive, he had rather liked the breeze that ran within Castle Black. His black layers had protected him then, the color of the Night’s Watch meant to keep in the body’s internal heat. It was the color of Jon Snow, although grey was his eyes.
The deeper he went into the heart of Winterfell, the more windows were open to let the gusts of wind inside. He was thankful for them, his forehead had a fine layer of sweat and even his beard felt incredibly itchy. Davos passed a massive window looking out into the northern plains outside the walls. The grass looked green, but he knew that it would be covered in white in a matter of days. A chill went up to his spine then, remembering seeing the white crow perched on the courtyard’s railings not so long ago.
The Starks always promised a winter, and now it was finally here with the Night King leading the march.
