Season 9 Episode 10

Daenerys rode Drogon's back to Meereen after her assault on Volantis that destroyed their fleet. While crossing the Summer Sea, Daenerys curiously sent Drogon towards the Valyrion Penisula. Drogon's eyes suddenly went white and the dragon immediately went straight for the water.

"Drogon, stop!" Daenerys shouted at him as he went straight down. Daenerys cried out as she held onto Drogon trying to get him to snap out of it.

Drogon then slammed into the water taking Daenerys with him.

King's Landing

Bran awoke and looked over a map of the entire globe with all of its continents. It showed Westeros in the extreme northwest side, a triangular shaped continent in the southwest below the equator where Arya had gone, three large continent islands directly to the south of Westeros below the equator, the massive continent of Sothoryos having a triangular shape that slanted south and to the east, Essos twice as large as was known by even the Grand Maestros, and another massive continent similar in size to the whole of Essos to the extreme southeast of that.

On the large map were the positions of armies and ships with models. Bran looked over Arya's ship model knowing its current position as it moved towards Oldtown. He removed his pieces from Volantis as if they were out of play. He then positioned the dragon's piece closer to to the Valyrian Penisula and nonchalantly tipped it over.

Focusing on the North, he looked over a piece that was equivalent to a battalion or one thousand men. There were a few of them at Winterfell. At the Wall, Bran had nearly one hundred of these pieces to represent the Dead. Bran contemplated the desperate situation without fear or anxiety.

Bran then placed a cloud piece resembling a hurricane on the map along the coast of Casterly Rock. He calmly wrote a letter and then rang a bell. "Yes, Your Grace," Podrick asked as he came in.

"Send this to Pyke," he said to him.

"Of course, Your Grace," he said taking the note.

Winterfell

Despite the new spring, it began to snow once more in Winterfell signaling the approach of the Night Queen. The Northman were outnumbered by at least twenty-to-one. Sansa had a haunted look on her face as she kept a terrible secret. The skies then cleared up and it stopped snowing.

"What does this mean?" Brienne wondered.

Sansa stared at her with blood-shot eyes and began to cry.

Jon took a number of Crows to the Last Hearth on a scouting mission. From a hill, Jon spotted the Dead army stopped at the castle. The White Walkers opened the castle's hall and found the children and infants bundled up. Their Northern guards had already fled. The Night Queen then entered the hall and looked over the scared lot.

"Do not fret," she smiled at them. "Soon, the pain will be over. Soon, the cold will be over."

She went over to a crying infant and held the infant in her arms. As she placed her finger near the infant's eyes, they then became an icy blue. Satisfied with the sacrifice, the Night Queen exited the hall having killed the entire lot of them. She gave her White Walkers an unspoken look and got back on her horse. Her wights walked into the hall and brought out the infants in their arms while the children that could walk did so. Jon watched the scene with confusion and then noticed the Northern guards fleeing on horseback.

"Take them in for questioning," Jon ordered his men. Immediately, they rode off to intercept the fleeing guards.

The Night Queen stared at Jon for a moment but then turned back north towards the Wall taking her army with her.

The Crows went after the Northern guards gaining on them quickly. Several of them slit their throats rather than be captured. One of them fell off his horse and was captured. He was apprehended before he could kill himself. Jon Snow rode over to the rally point where the prisoner was being held.

"What the fuck were you doing?" Jon asked angrily.

"I was only following orders," he said fearfully.

"Those were children, babes!" Jon shouted at him.

"She said it was the only way," the guard said cowering.

"Who said?" Jon asked him.

"Queen Stark," he replied.

Jon stared at the man in horror and disbelief. "You know the penalty for lying about your queen is death," Jon warned her.

"I swear by the Old and New gods it is true," the guard said to him. "She brought all the children here as a sacrifice to the Night Queen."

Jon didn't want to believe it. He took out his sword and beheaded the guard. "We ride to Winterfell," he ordered.

Pyke

Yara Greyjoy was given a note as she inspected her armada. She was particularly displeased by the poor performance of her allies against King Bran. "He wants to meet us at Casterly Rock to end our rebellion" she smirked.

"An opportunity to destroy him along with that wretched city," a captain told her.

"We sail today," Yara agreed.

In her harbors were several dozen ships with eager sailors.

King's Landing

Tyrion went up to Bran's room where he was staring out the window. Tyrion looked at his map curiously but then turned to Bran. "You intend to meet with Yara Greyjoy at Casterly Rock?" he questioned.

"Ser Podrick let you see my note," Bran sensed.

"As your Hand, I should be there. I know Casterly Rock and its defenses. I grew up there. I should be part of the negotiations," Tyrion said to him.

"There will be no negotiations," Bran replied coldly.

"I don't understand," Tyrion said confused.

"You will," Bran replied.

Meereen

Daario met with Aegon over Daenery's disappearance. "She should be back by now," Daario said concerned.

"She said she would stop this. She lied to me," Aegon said upset.

"She burned down the Volantis fleet. She stopped an invasion," Daario told him.

"So, she told you," Aegon accused.

"Yes, she told me to remain silent," Daario admitted.

"She made me King of Meereen. The Unsullied are only a fraction of what they once were, and we have lost the Dothraki. The dragon is to be used only for defense," Aegon said.

"I understand your point," Daario allowed. "But when Daenerys has her mind set on something, she can't be stopped," Daario told him.

"You enable her. It is time someone brought her back to the ground," Aegon said angrily.

"Careful, my friend. She watched as her brother was killed by the Dothraki. She has executed those she once considered friends," Daario warned.

"Ride out towards Volantis. I want her found," Aegon ordered.

"Yes, Your Grace," Daario sighed and immediately left.

Casterly Rock

The Iron Island fleet found itself in a powerful storm on its way to Casterly Rock. Yara barked out orders as she worked with the men on the deck of her ship. Other ships were struggling to cast the water out. The fleet was moving blindly due to the intense rain. Suddenly, the sky became calm and the sea settled down. Yara was completely drenched but found some comfort that the storm had passed.

"Just because the sun has come out doesn't mean you can stop working. Get all that water out of my ship," Yara shouted at her sailors.

Yara then looked up and thought she saw a castle in the sky. She stared at the castle horrified realizing it signified the castle of the Storm-god, their mortal enemy. The calm soon ended as hurricane winds again hit the fleet. This time, the Storm-god had no mercy as the Iron fleet crashed into the rocks of Casterly Rock wrecking the entire fleet. Yara's own ship hit a rock formation cracking it in two. Yara fell into the waves never to come back up.

At King's Landing, Bran tipped over the Iron fleet piece.

Winterfell

Jon rode into Winterfell with his crows. "Where is Sansa?" he demanded of Grand Maestro Wolkan.

"In the great hall," he replied.

Jon tore into the Great Hall and found Sansa with Brienne. She was busy writing letters of condolences to the families of the children she had sacrificed without implicating herself in it. "Did you give the order! Did you sacrifice those children?" Jon demanded of her.

"Watch your tongue, Sir," Brienne rebuked.

Jon ignored Brienne as he approached Sansa sitting at the grand table. "You killed my men. You had no right to do that," Sansa said annoyed.

"Did you give the order?" Jon asked again.

"How dare you accuse your queen of infanticide," Brienne said to him.

"It's alright. Leave me be with my brother," Sansa requested.

"As you wish, Your Grace," Brienne said leaving the room while giving Jon a dirty look.

"Did you do it?" Jon asked once more.

"I did," Sansa admitted.

"Why?" Jon asked angrily.

"To save the North. We would have been slaughtered," Sansa argued.

"Better to die with honor than resort to that," Jon said to her.

"I don't have the luxury of honor. This is why you could never be king, Jon. You're a great warrior, but you can't make the necessary sacrifices," Sansa said to him.

"You sound just like the Mad Queen," Jon said to her.

"If you had heeded my warnings about her, a half-million people wouldn't be dead!" Sansa shot back at him. "What are you going to do about it, Jon? More speeches? You going to kill me like the Mad Queen?"

Jon had no answer to that not expecting this response. "If you're not going to kill me...get the fuck out," Sansa ordered.

Jon turned away and walked out of the hall in a huff. Ghost met up with Jon as he got on his horse. "Your orders?" the Crows asked him.

"We hunt down the Night Queen, and we kill her," he said to them.

Oldtown Harbor

Arya's ship sailed erratically towards the harbor. Arya was below deck severely ill with sores all over her body. Half her crew had died of disease while the other half were sickly. As her ship approached Oldtown Harbor, they were met with a blockade from the Reach. A few dozen warships were spread out to make sure her ship didn't come in. Upon her ship being spotted with the Stark sigil on the sail, the Reach ships moved on them.

Arya was too sick and ignorant as to why the Reach fleet would be trying to kill her. She just knew she needed to get her crew to land and find doctors. She kept going until the Reach ship fired warning shots at her. Fiery projectiles landed in the water near her ship. Realizing something was wrong, she steered her ship towards Arbor island. Arya's sailing ship was faster than the Reach's heavy warships. It looked as though she was about to make it to Arbor when the Arbor fleet cut her off as if expecting her arrival.

"Get everyone in the boats," Arya ordered her men.

The Reach fleet from Arbor fired on Arya's ship punching holes into the hull and lighting the ship on fire. Arya's sickly crew struggled to get the boats in the water and row to shore. Arya steered her ship away from the boats to give the Reach multiple targets to fire on.

As the two fleets converged on Arya, a raven perched on Arya's ship's lookout. Arya felt a certain dread as the raven then took off. Fiery projectiles ht her ship from all sides blasting it to pieces and throwing Arya into the water. The boats made their way to shore only to find themselves hit with arrows from a company of archers. Those that were able to get out of the boats were cut down by a second volley of arrows.

At King's Landing, Bran awoke as his body shuddered as if he were having a seizure. After a brief moment of shaking, he regained his focus and removed Arya's ship from his map. He then sank back in his chair as he reached out to Aegon in Meereen.

Meereen

As Aegon slept, Bran entered his mind. Aegon and Bran watched his birth as outside observers. Elia Martel screamed in pain and was bleeding profusely. "It's a boy," a nurse presented Aegon to his father, Rhaegar.

"One more," Rhaegar replied coldly.

The scene shifted to chaos in King's Landing as Tywin Lannister marched his army to the Red Keep to sack King Aerys II. Varys quickly realized what was afoot as his "little birds" told him Tywin's intentions. He made his way to Elia Martell's royal bedchamber.

"Varys?" she wondered.

"You must leave," he warned her.

"To where?" she asked.

"To Dorne. I have a ship ready for you, but we must make haste," Varys said to her.

"No, I cannot leave the Red Keep," Elia refused.

"Tywin is on his way here. He will take the Red Keep," Varys told her.

"I don't believe it. He's been loyal to the king all these years," Elia doubted.

"Nothing is as it seems," Varys pressed.

"If I leave, the king will kill us. I can't," she declined.

"I understand," Varys said sadly. As they were talking one of Varys' little birds took the infant Aegon out of his room and replaced him with another infant. He gave the small girl, Rhaenys, a sympathetic look and then left.

Bran and Aegon then shifted to The Mountain barging into the royal chamber moments later where he immediately went to the infant boy Varys had replaced. He took the infant boy by the leg and slammed his head against the wall crushing it. The Mountain then went for Elia Martel. With Rhaenys under the bed, The Mountain brutally raped Elia and then proceeded to crush her skull with his fingers.

Rhaenys couldn't help but cry out. The Mountain shoved the bed aside uncovering Rhaenys and took hold of her. The girl screamed as The Mountain tore her apart and tossed the remains onto Elia's dead body. Meanwhile, Varys quietly took Aegon out of the Red Keep and met with his old friend and colleague, Illyrio Mopatis, at the docks.

"You sure it's him?" Illyrio questioned.

"Just look at his hair," Varys said obviously.

Illyrio looked at Aegon's white hair and green eyes. "When the time is right."

Varys nodded and made his way away from the dock to avoid being seen.

Bran and Aegon then revisited Varys' last moments on Dragonstone as he was surrounded by Daenerys, Jon, Tyrion, and Torgo. "Lord Varys, I, Daenerys of House Targaryen, first of my name, breaker of chains, and Mother of Dragons sentences you to die," Daenerys had said.

Drogon then emerged from the darkness snarling at Varys. "Dracarys," Daenerys said softly. Drogon then blasted Varys with dragon fire consuming him quickly. Varys didn't scream or cry out as he died. Aegon watched the man that had saved him, supported him, and mentored him turn to ash with Daenerys looking on.

Aegon then awoke in a cold sweat panting heavily from what he had witnessed. It had seemed so real to him as if he had witnessed all of these events himself. He got out of bed and looked out the window and reflected what he had dreamed.

Valyrian Penisula

The next morning, Daenerys awoke on a beach. Looking around, she saw Drogon sprawled out on the beach. Around her was a deep forest with a foggy mist in the distance. Daenerys went over to Drogon thinking he was sleeping. "Drogon! Take me home," she ordered him.

Drogon didn't awake to her voice. Daenerys looked over Drogon and noticed he was not breathing. "Wake up! Drogon!" she shrieked at him and tried to push him to wake him. Drogon didn't stir. He was gone.

Daenerys hugged Drogon's head and sobbed over him, the last of her children were gone. Daenerys pulled on her hair as she realized it was partially her fault. She had gone out to destroy the Volantis fleet on her own and now Drogon was dead. A tearful Daenerys walked across the sands of Valyria and made her way inside the interior feeling empty and willing to die. As she did, she noticed a number of hot springs indicating the area was still volcanically active. Moving farther still, she climbed a hill and saw Valyrian ruins all around her. She then noticed a dozen dragons of various sizes and colors flying around.

Daenerys stared in wonder as the dragons circled around her. Despite her sadness over Drogon's death, she could help but smile and wipe away her tears. She had found her ancient homeland. House Targaryen had returned.

Author's Note: I'm open to writing Season 10, but I would appreciate any ideas in the reviews. As some may have noticed in the reviews, I have made quite a few revisions as I received feedback. I'm also open to increasing the lengths of individual chapters with subplot stories of characters that some of you may have felt needed more time while still keeping the overall plot. My intent, in the beginning, was to show what really would happen shortly after Bran's election in which many fans figured he would immediately be toppled by traditional GOT squabbling. However, I then wanted to show the difficulty of fighting an all knowledgable god-character that is Bran. I revised Daenerys story of wanting to burn down the world and replaced it with the Night Queen. I then made Daenerys a repentant depressed character that I believed was more true to her character while giving her a degree of excusability by having Bran influence her during the Battle of King's Landing. I also completely understand if some of you consider what Sansa to have done to be "character assassination" but in light of available options, I wanted to highlight the value differences between her and Jon.

Feel free to give me new character types and plot, so I can rudely kill them off. The world map of Westeros already known to Bran is based off 33k7's GOT map which is quite awesome. The continent Arya finds is the one farthest west. I appreciate all the reviews, favorites, and followers.