Season 7 Episode 4
In the prison at Highgarden, Jaime sat in a cell with his golden hand taken away from him. "Well...shit," he muttered.
Suddenly, the Tyrell guards looking after him were brutally killed. The cell was open and Jaime was released. "Get off your ass," Bronn yelled at him.
Bronn then led Jaime through the castle halls to a secret exit. "Here's your hand," Bronn said giving it back to him.
"Thanks," Jaime said putting the golden hand back on.
The two then rode off into the night before the Tyrells were aware they were gone.
Winterfell
After failing to manipulate Sansa or Jon, Little Finger went to see Bran in his room. "This is for you," Little Finger unsheathed a Valyrian dagger. "The last man that wielded it tried to cut your throat, but your mother fought him off.
Bran looked over the dagger knowing what it would do in the future. "The other dagger that ended your mother's life, I would have stopped it with my own heart if I could have," Little Finger continued.
"Oh really?" Bran doubted still looking over the dagger.
"I wasn't there when she needed me the most," Little Finger admitted.
"I know," Bran acknowledged.
"But I am here for her now. To do what she would have done to protect her children. Anything I can do for, you need only ask," Little Finger offered.
"Do you know who this dagger belonged to?" Bran asked already knowing the answer.
"No," Little Finger lied. "I imagine you have seen things most men wouldn't believe."
"I see everything now," Bran replied cryptically.
"I'm sorry you've come home only to find chaos at home," Little Finger apologized.
"Chaos is a ladder," Bran mocked.
Meera then entered the room. "Sorry to have disturbed you," Little Finger said freaked out and leaving the room.
"You like fucking with him, don't you?" Meera smiled.
"I do," Bran confirmed. "How do you like my wheels?"
"Nice," Meera complimented.
"You're leaving," Bran realized.
"I don't want to leave you but when they come, I need to be with my family," Meera said. "You're safe. You don't need me anymore."
"On the contrary, I need you more than ever. I will watch over your family but if you go to find them you will perish," Bran predicted.
"What do you need me for?" Meera asked.
"There is a potential future where I have a destiny to lead all of Westeros. But I am not really human anymore. I am beyond human. I need someone like you to remind me of what I was, what I used to be," Bran said.
"How do I do that?" Meera asked.
"By being my consort," Bran said obviously.
"You being serious?" Meera asked stunned.
"Come...sit on my lap," Bran gestured to her.
The next morning, Arya arrived at Winterfell hearing of rumors that Jon Snow and Sansa Stark had returned there. She came across two idiot guards. After conversing with them for a few minutes, Sansa killed them both and stole their faces. She then casually waltzed into Winterfell, looked around, and went to the crypt. At first, she honored her ancestors but then proceeded to steal all of their faces like the creepy girl she was.
"I heard you were down here," Jon said walking up to her.
"Do I have to call you King of the North now?" she asked.
"As a matter of fact, you do," Jon confirmed. "Did you kill my guards?"
"Maybe," Arya replied.
"You can't just go around killing people," Jon scolded her.
"Why?" Arya asked confused.
"What do you mean why? Because you can't," Jon insisted.
"Why?" Arya repeated.
"Because you just can't, got it," Jon told her.
"Where's Sansa?" Arya asked concerned.
"She went to Dragonstone to talk to the Targaryen Queen," Jon said.
"Well, too bad I didn't get to see her before you sent her off to her death," Arya muttered.
"I didn't send her to her death. The entire council did," Jon excused himself.
"It's a new system of government where the king is elected, the council makes laws, and I enforce them," Jon said.
"You don't 'elect' a king," Arya doubted.
"Well, they elected me. I'm a man of the people now," Jon said proudly.
"I suppose it's the only way a bastard like yourself could become king," Arya figured.
"Hey, fuck you, Arya," Jon pointed at her.
Arya smiled and then gave him a hug. "Look, it's nice seeing you, but I have people to kill."
"Wait...what?" Jon wondered.
"Just kidding," Arya laughed.
Jon stared at her and then laughed with her. "You got me," Jon smiled. "Do you want to talk about events that occurred in past seasons?"
"I'd rather not," Arya rejected.
Jon and Arya went out to see Bran at the weirwood tree. "I came home," Arya said overjoyed to see him.
"I know," Bran said disinterested.
Arya gave him a hug. "I saw all your kills. Very nice," Bran complimented.
"How could you see me?" Arya wondered.
"I see...everything now," Bran told her.
"Bran has visions or some shit," Jon explained.
"I wouldn't ask him to articulate my complex powers," Bran advised.
"Fuck you, Bran. You think you're so smart," Jon scowled.
"But I am," Bran said.
"You won't be when I punch you out," Jon said to him.
"You won't," Bran predicted. "You were going to go to King's Landing to kill Cersei. But once she was dead, I directed people into your path to lead you back home," he said to Arya.
"How...thoughtful," Arya said freaked out by him.
"Here's a Valyrian dagger. You will need it one day to fulfill what should have been Jon's destiny. I'm giving it to you, because you're far more competent than he is," Bran said giving her the dagger.
"Now, you just wait a minute," Jon said feeling insulted.
"Thanks," Arya said touched.
"Who gave you that?" Jon asked.
"Little Finger did," Bran said.
"And why did he give it to you?" Jon asked.
"It's the dagger used by a cut-throat to kill me," Bran said.
"Why would a cut-throat have a Valyrian dagger?" Jon asked.
"He was hired by someone very wealthy," Bran replied.
Jon looked stumped as he tried to figure it out. "Little Finger tried to kill you. Is that it?" Arya realized.
"You say so," Bran confirmed.
"He does this all the fucking time. He fucks with everyone instead of being straight forward," Jon said displeased.
"Adding Little Finger to my list," Arya wrote down his name on the list.
"He's actually important. He brought the Vale to us. We would have been finished without him," Jon told her.
"And...I don't give a shit," Arya said walking off.
"Well...shit," Jon muttered.
Dragonstone Island
Daenerys walked out of dragon-glass cave and found Tyrion and Varys waiting for her. "What is it?" she asked them.
"We've taken Highgarden. The castle is secure. Our Dornish and Tyrell armies are now marching across The Reach to King's Landing," Tyrion reported.
"Good," Daenerys said pleased.
"Jaime Lannister was also captured during the battle," Varys brought up.
"Excellent. The war is over," Daenerys said pleased.
"However, early this morning he managed to escape somehow. His whereabouts are unknown," Varys added.
Daenerys stared at them both and then started to curse non-stop on the beach. Daenerys went on a tirade and clutched her hair. "How the fuck does this happen?" she demanded.
"I don't know," Tyrion replied honestly.
"I say we burn the entire Reach, all the fields, every village, and every castle until he is found!" Daenerys raged.
"Settle down, Your Grace," Varys said condescendingly.
"We haven't actually discussed what you intend to do to Jaime if you catch him yourself," Tyrion said awkwardly.
"He murdered my father. I want to burn him alive publicly," Daenerys said wide-eyed.
"That wasn't our agreement," Tyrion reminded her.
"It would make Jaime a martyr and make you look like a tyrant," Varys said.
"I don't give a shit," Daenerys shot back angrily.
"He will fight to the death. Allow me to reason with him. Give him a place to retire in peace in exchange for King's Landing," Tyrion suggested.
Daenerys glared at them both resistant to the idea. "It will save tens of thousands of lives," Tyrion pressed.
"Do it, Your Grace," Varys ordered.
Daenerys eyed Varys with slight fear in her eyes and then consented. "However, should he die on the battlefield by some random arrow or sword strike, let it be the Lord's will."
"Of course," Varys allowed.
"You will come with me to go find him. I would hate for the two of you to not have heart-felt words at the end," Daenerys said to Tyrion.
"Yes, Your Grace," Tyrion sighed.
Winterfell
Arya watched as Brienne kicked Podrick's ass all over the square of Winterfell. Littler Finger came to see her. "Lady Stark, forgive me for not noticing your arrival," he said.
"All is forgiven," Arya said and then slashed his throat open. Little Finger fell to the floor clutching his neck. "I was going to wait, maybe put you on some kind of show trial, and witness you beg for your life. But...fuck it," Arya said as he bled out.
"Arya, what the fuck?" Jon said seeing Little Finger dead before him.
"Have Bran tell everyone the kind of prick he is. He knows," Arya told him.
"Well...shit," Jon muttered.
The Reach
Bronn and Jaime made their way to the Lannister reserves a distance away from Highgarden. The troops cheered as they saw their warrior king arrive. "Let's make haste to King's Landing," Jaime ordered as he put on new armor on.
"You hear that?" Bronn said listening carefully.
"What now?" Jaime asked exhausted.
Jaime then gave Bronn an alarmed look. "Spears and shields!" he shouted at his men.
The Dothraki Calvary cried out as they came over a hill and went straight for the Lannister army. The Lannister pike men positioned their spears in front in anticipation of the Calvary charge. "Get back to King's Landing," Bronn advised.
"I'm not abandoning my men," Jaime told him off.
"We're going to get our asses kicked," Bronn told him
"We can hold them off," Jaime said confidently.
Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion descended down from the clouds and flew straight for them. "Oh shit," Jaime realized.
"Dracarys...mother-fuckers!" Daenerys smiled gleefully as she blasted the Lannister army with dragon fire. The Dothraki went through the hole in their lines and began slaughtering fools. On another front, the Dothraki Calvary slammed into the Lannister Infantry getting past them. Careful not to kill her own men, Daenerys targeted the Lannister's supply wagons blasting them to pieces with fire. All of the food supplies that were to be used for King's Landing were burned away.
Lannister archers fired on the dragons only to be blasted away by a coordinated strike by Rhaegal and Viserion. Daenerys stayed a distance away as the two other dragons took care of the archers. Once the archers were taken out, Daenerys continued her killing spree on the supply train.
"The scorpion is over there," Jaime pointed out to Bronn.
"You do it then," Bronn said fearfully.
"I can't shoot with one hand," Jaime said obviously.
"Well...shit," Bronn said riding over to it.
Bronn heroically went past burning men to get to the scorpion. As he did, he lost all of his coins. "Fuck it," he said realizing life was more important than money. He opened the scorpion hatches and aimed at one of the three dragons. Cocking the weapon, he went for Drogon. What he didn't see was Rhaegal coming in from the side.
"Clever boy," Bronn muttered as Rhaegal blasted him and the scorpion to ash.
"Fuck," Jaime realized their last chance was finished.
On the hill, Tyrion eyed the battlefield with the Dothraki commandeer. He winced every so often as he saw a Lannister soldier killed in front of him. "You people suck at fighting," the Dothraki commander told him.
"Well, at least we know more than one sex position and have wine," Tyrion shot back.
The Dothraki commander scoffed at him. "Why are you people even here? The dragons could have destroyed the entire army themselves," Tyrion asked.
"The men are restless. They want a good fight even if means we lose a few," the Dothraki commander said. "Our Khaleesei is generous enough to give us a battlefield even when it is not necessary."
"She is generous as she is...merciful," Tyrion said dryly as Daenerys blasted what was left of the Lannister army.
Jaime fled the scene only to be thrown off his horse by a blast. He scrambled over to a shallow lake and dived in before he could be hit with dragon fire. "How long do you think he can stay under water?" the Dothraki commander wondered.
"His armor will weigh him down. Fish him out," Tyrion ordered.
The Dothraki commander rolled his eyes and gave the order. They went into the small lake and dragged Jaime's ass onto the shore. Daenerys landed Drogon on the ground with the two other dragons circling around for reconnaissance. Daenerys was surrounded by Dothraki men as she approached Jaime.
"I finally have him. The Kingslayer is in my grasp," Daenerys grinned.
Author's Notes: I felt 7x1 was fine, their plan in 7x2 was ridiculous, and then 7x3 showed the poor execution of their poor plan. Everything from not making Euron's fleet #1 priority, to dividing the fleet, to sacking Casterly Rock, to abandoning Highgarden with Olena in it, to not attacking King's Landing directly was extremely poor strategy the writers used to try to balance the scales of the two forces. An attack on Braavos to leverage the Iron Bank is never used. Daenerys uses only one dragon against the Lannister army in 7x4 to create dramatic tension for no reason when she could have used three. If the interest is there, I amy continued onward to a new Season 8 based off the events that have occurred here.