The army of the dead had reached Winterfell. Thousands of wights were swarming around the base of Winterfell's great stone walls. Arya, Sansa, and the other defenders watched them climb on top of each other to form a giant pyramid. The Night King began to climb up the wight-pyramid, followed by the other White Walkers.

Luckily, Arya had a bow with her. Just as the Night King had almost reached the top and was about to jump from the pyramid to the castle wall, Arya shot a flaming arrow at one of the wights at the bottom of the tower. The wight stumbled and fell, and the whole pyramid collapsed, sending the White Walkers falling back to the ground.

"Good shot," Sansa complimented her sister.

"Well, this is just the start," said Arya. "I'm sure those villains have more tricks up their icy sleeves."

"At least they don't seem to have an undead dragon this time around," Sansa said.

Now a large wight who was the corpse of a giant was stomping forward. He was heading for the castle gate. Back when Arya, Sansa, and Brian had fought against Ramsay, the Manotaurs under their command had smashed the gates to get inside the castle. Since then, the gate had been repaired, but it wouldn't be able to withstand another bashing.

The wight-giant threw his body against the gates. With a creak and a crash, the gates caved in.

Next instant, the White Walkers came pouring into the courtyard, and the wights weren't far behind.

"Come on!" Arya shouted to her troops. "We've got to get down there!" She led a charge down from the walls to the courtyard.

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Myrcella and Tommen were holding hands as they raced through the streets of the burning city of King's Landing. They'd barely made it out of the Red Keep before it collapsed. They'd realized Jaime and Joffrey were done for and taken to their heels. But they didn't know which way to go. There was carnage all around them.

They ended up at a dead end in an alley. "What do we do now?" Tommen moaned.

"I don't know," admitted Myrcella. "Looks like we're trapped."

"Very perceptive of you," a voice chuckled. They turned around to see Bill floating behind them.

"Would you kids like to know who really killed your mother?" Bill asked.

"It was our Uncle Tyrion, wasn't it?" Tommen said. "What's that have to do with anything?"

Bill uttered an evil laugh. "No. It wasn't Tyrion. YOU killed your mother, Tommen."

"That's not true!" Tommen shouted.

"Why would you say such a terrible thing?" Myrcella demanded.

"It's true!" said Bill. A white light came shooting out of his eye. Tommen and Myrcella turned around to see an image projected on the brick wall behind them. It was the same scene Bill had shown to Joffrey, where Cersei had died at Joffrey's wedding. Tommen gasped as he saw himself turning the table around and switching the glasses, so that Cersei got the poison intended for Joffrey. He realized Bill was right. It had been an accident, but he had killed his mother. He began to cry. So did Myrcella

"Cries and screams are music to my ears," Bill exalted.

"Hey!" a voice shouted from the sky. "Leave those two kids alone!"

Bill looked up and saw Stewie riding on Viserion. "Oh, so it's you, is it?" he said. "Well, have some of this!"

He snapped his fingers and a scorpion bolt appeared in his hand. He hurled it at Viserion. The dragon tried to dodge, but unfortunately, the bolt pierced his wing. Wounded, Viserion dropped like a stone, and Stewie fell off his back.

Stewie plummeted to the ground. He hit his head on something. Then, he knew no more.