The next morning as the city still burned, ten thousand Unsullied soldiers stood at attention outside the gate. Dany, Jorah, Grey Worm, Missandei, and Varys were present. The dragons were nearby but out of range of the scorpions. A token Lannister force was still present on the wall.

"Can you imagine if I brought the Dothraki here. They would rape the fuck out of this city," Dany mused.

"Indeed," Varys said dryly.

"Ser Jorah," Dany motioned.

Jorah nodded and walked up to the gate within range of their arrows. "Lay down your arms, and you will live. You have my queen's word."

The Lannister men considered the force in front of them. "Ring the bells and open the gates," the commander ordered. The archers lowered their bows and the Lannister men dropped their swords.

Dany then heard the bells of the city's surrender. Jorah smiled happy it was all over. The gates then opened for them. "You have won, Khaleesei," Missandei said happy for her.

Dany glared at the city walls. "Fuck them bells."

"Wait...what?" Varys thought he misheard.

Dany then smiled and laughed at him. "You should have seen the look on your face."

"People are dying," Varys reminded her.

"Of course," Dany said becoming serious again. She turned to Grey Worm. "Send in a few squads to look for any additional wild fire drums. Check the whole city thoroughly."

"That could take hours," Grey Worm told her.

"Better start right away then," Dany said obviously.

"The people require relief now," Varys reminded her.

"I'm not going to send in all my men into a trap, Lord Varys," Dany disagreed.

Jon, Sansa, and Arya had a little meeting at the weirwood tree at Winterfell. "You understand we would all...," Jon said and then lost his train of thought.

"She left us to die," Sansa said accusingly.

"It's all a part of her grand strategy," Jon said.

"Jon, you truly know nothing. She's keeping us at bay, because she doesn't trust us. She has Bran as a hostage," Sansa said obviously.

"Well, if you weren't such a bitch, maybe this wouldn't have happened," Jon pointed out.

"Jon, just stop. At this rate, we're all going to die of starvation and cold," Arya said.

"You have a plan to break through their lines?" Jon asked sarcastically. "I would love to hear it."

"You know what? I've assessed the situation, and I'm leaving. I have people to kill," Arya said. She waved her hand in front of her face becoming an Undead Arya and walked off.

"What the fuck did I just see?" Jon wondered.

"That was pretty creepy," Sansa agreed.

Arya marched out onto the snowy plains, past the obstacles in front of Winterfell, and passed through the Undead lines like a total bad-ass.

Later in the day, Grey Worm reported to Dany. "We have searched the city and found no other wild fire drums."

"Satisfied?" Varys asked sarcastically.

"I don't think I like your tone, Lord Varys," Dany said displeased.

"I don't give a shit, Your Grace," Varys replied.

"March the men inside and go help people...or whatever," Dany waved Grey Worm off.

"Truly a woman of the people," Varys said snidely.

"I don't have to take this. I have breasts and you don't," Dany shot back.

"Fair enough, Your Grace," Varys allowed.

Dany arrived at the Great Hall of the Red Keep and spotted the Iron Throne for the first time. She cautiously approached it and then sat down. "Oh, fuck yes," she said feeling how uncomfortable it was but not caring.

"What is the bidding of the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms?" Jorah asked.

"First, to make you, Ser Jorah, my Hand," Dany said. Missandei placed the Hand button in Jorah's hand. "From this time forth, you are to wipe my ass."

"With pleasure," Jorah smiled as he put the button on.

"As my first official act, the Lannister men shall be pardoned and put into service," Dany ordered.

"A wise choice," Jorah agreed.

"The scorpions are to be taken down from the wall and placed in around the city in buildings not already destroyed. They are to be concealed and refitted with dragon-glass spears. Scorpion decoys are to be placed on the walls," Dany ordered.

"You believe the Night King will target the decoys giving us the opportunity to shoot him down," Jorah realized.

"Precisely," Dany smiled.

"Assuming the Night King is fooled," Varys doubted."We don't know his abilities or insights."

"Well, we're going to do the best we can," Dany frowned at him.

Jaime was brought before Dany and Varys in chains and ragged clothing. He looked as though he had been tortured, which he had. "You want me to do a victory dance for you?" he asked sarcastically.

"Cersei escaped the Red Keep with some of her men. Where did they go?" Dany asked.

"No fucking idea," Jaime lied.

"Are you aware that Cersei nearly burned down all of King's Landing killing tens of thousands of people before we sacked it?" Dany asked.

"I am now," Jaime said not surprised in the slightest.

"Were you aware of the wild fire drums underneath the city?" Dany asked.

"I figured they were there, but I didn't know for sure," Jaime lied.

"Bullshit!" Dany shouted echoing through the hall.

"Release me, and I'll kill the bitch, myself," Jaime volunteered.

"But which bitch are you referring to?" Dany wondered with a smile. Dany made a motion to Grey Worm. He went behind Jaime and stabbed him in the back and then slit his throat.

"Just the way you killed my father," Dany glared as Jaime bled out.

Dany then turned to Varys. "Use your little birds and find me that bitch."

Jon addressed some disgruntled Northerners in the war council. "We have sent ravens but have had no reply. We can last for a few days longer before we run out of food. I say we make our stand here and try to break through their lines," Jon said.

"Here, here," the Northern lords agreed.

"There is great risk involved. We are outnumbered here," Tyrion warned.

"We're not going to starve to death. Better to go out fighting," Lyanna said.

"There's still hope Queen Daenerys may provide reinforcements," Tyrion said.

The Northerners proceeded to curse and ridicule him. "You're doing great, Tyrion," Sansa mocked.

Tyrion finished his wine cup. "To battle then."

As the Northerners prepared for battle, Tyrion oversaw the use of the catapults. They fired a few shots towards the Undead lines. The fireballs fell well short of the Undead. The Undead simply stared ahead unmoved. "You were saying?" Tyrion asked Hound.

"It was worth a try," he shrugged.

"We'll just have to fight through them. Fuck it," Tyrion realized.

Jon got on horseback with his "suicide squad" of Tormund, Gendry, Beric, and the Hound "Our goal is to bait them into attacking Winterfell itself," Jon told them. The gates then opened allowing them to ride out.

Tyrion watched as Jon's Calvary went straight for the Undead lines. They leaped over the obstacles and trenches on their way. Jon and the others readied their swords and then slammed into the Undead lines. What proceeded was fierce fighting as Beric lit up his sword and thrashed at the Undead. Using Valyrian steel blades, the Undead shattered as they were hit. However, they were quickly overwhelmed and sent off their horses.

"Run back!" Jon shouted.

The Suicide Squad ran as fast as they could away from the Undead back to Winterfell hoping the Undead would follow them. Instead of the entire force, only a handful of Undead followed with unnatural speed. "Fuck this," Hound said as he ran and beat the Undead away from him with his ax.

Gendry ran into Winterfell first with the others not too far behind. "Now," Tyrion said to his archers. The Winterfell archers fired on the Undead destroying them with dragon-glass tipped arrows. The gates then closed behind the Hound's fat ass.

"Let's not do that again," Hound said dryly.

The Undead consumed their horses in a frenzy but kept their position.