(This should be the last part of the first episode. Gonna try to make the rest fit. Hope this is a good update.)

Andromedanaea: Season 6 wasn't bad, 7 wasn't great...but the last season is the main problem.

Episode 1: Winterfell, Part 6-

(Wintefell, library, several minutes later)

A table was a mess. Scrolls, diagrams, books, and all manner of items were scattered across it. Some were opened, others closed. Some had newly written notes on them. Each was references to the First Men, the Children of the Forest, and specifically the Long Night. Across from this table walked in Daenerys and a grizzled middle aged man alway be her side. Jorah Mormont hadn't been to Winterfell in many years. Before Ned Stark led the hunt for his head. The Starks were one of the most beloved and respected families in Westeros by its people. The North remembers all that the noble family had done for it despite their failures. The Mormonts were a respected House as well, the Starks trusted them and held them in high regard and vice versa. With what happened to Jorah he felt a deep wound for his past action. But now he found a new purpose with his queen...he just hoped the North would welcome him again...but he wasn't holding out hope for it. He'd already had a...unfortunate run in with his cousin, who had grown more fierce than he ever imagined. He was proud and sad. But still, he would stand with his queen. And he was glad to see a familiar face as he entered the library. The two approached a plump young man who was entrenched in the reading materials, his eyes having dark rings under them. Daenerys cleared her throat. The young man looked over and stumbled once he saw them.

"Oh!" Samwell Tarly gasped, quickly standing up and brushing his garment.

He took a few steps closer and stopped, awkwardly bowing. Daenerys and Jorah smiled at this.

"So you're the man," Daenerys said, a warm smile on her face.

"I-I'm which-what man...Your Grace?" Sam asked, a nervous smile on his face.

"The one who saved Ser Jorah when no one else could," she answered.

"They could, they just wouldn't," Jorah added.

Sam smiled at this, running one hand through his hair.

"W-Well...it was a difficult situation...Greyscale is nothing to underestimate...the Maestars were worried for everyone there...but I couldn't just let him succumb to it...it was a risk...but I felt what I did was right," Sam said.

"I can never repay you for what you did for me," Jorah said.

Sam smiled, nodding to him.

"I'm going to have to make some changes to the Citadel when I take my throne. A great service merits a great reward," Daenerys proclaimed.

"Oh it's my honor to serve you, Your Grace," Sam replied.

"Well there must be something I could give you," Daenerys insisted.

"If it's not too much trouble, I could use a pardon," Sam suggested.

"For what crime?" Daenerys asked, slightly confused.

"I...I borrowed a few books from the Citadel," Sam answered.

Daenerys and Jorah smiled at this, chuckling, turning to one another.

"Also a sword," Sam added.

"From the Citadel?" Daenerys asked, turning back to Sam.

"From my family. It's been in House Tarly for generations, so it would have been mine anyway eventually...if it hadn't been for my father casting me out," Sam explained, the last part raising a bitter tone from him.

A solemn look appeared on Daenerys's face.

"Not Randyll Tarly?" She asked.

"You know him?" Sam asked, confused.

Jorah's smiling face shifted to sadness, his eyes turning to his queen. Daenerys did her best to put on a stoic visage.

"I offered to let him retain his lands and titles if he bent the knee...he refused," she explained.

Sam's face shifted, a mix of emotions overcoming him. Jorah's eyes slowly went to the ground, but he still saw Sam. The young man was conflicted by this news, while he hated the man he was still his father. Sam tried to dismiss this and did his best to put on the smallest smile.

"A-At least I'll be allowed home again...now that my brother's the lord," Sam said, trying to seem grateful despite the news.

This caused the Mother of Dragons's face to shift with guilt but then it managed to shift back.

"Your brother stood with your father," she revealed.

Sam felt like he'd been hit with a warhammer. This wasn't a conflicted feeling. His eyes filled with tears and his lip quivered. His breathing turns to quick rasps. He felt anger rising in him, but he felt grief and sadness most of all. He turned from the woman's gaze, unable to look at her. Daenerys and Jorah looked at him with sorrow. Sam tried to say something, but he stormed out of the room. Daenerys and Jorah watched him leave then turned to one another with guilt.

(Wintefell, the entrance, a minute later)

Sam shut the door behind him and walked down the steps to the yard. He tried his best not to cry in front of the men around him. Torches were cast around the area, barely managing to burn in the cold. He walked to the gate and saw Bran Stark sitting at its entrance, staring into space. Sam walked to him, grief still eating at him and now confusion. Bran's attention shifted to Sam as he approached.

"What are you doing out here?" Sam asked.

"Waiting for an old friend," Bran cryptically answered.

Sam's face contorted with more confusion at this.

"You mean, one of the people I saw you go north of the Wall with?" Sam asked.

"No...the Reeds are... keeping their distance from me...but...Meera's father wasn't pleased with the news of his son's death," Bran answered.

"Oh...I'm sorry about your friends...and your wolf. I can't imagine what Jon would do if he lost Ghost," Sam said.

"Summer's death...was the marker of my transformation...and that winter has come," Bran replied, cryptically.

Sam nodded, not really understanding.

"Speaking of Jon...it's time to tell him the truth," Bran informed.

"No...you're his brother. Shouldn't you tell him?" Sam replied, shaking his head.

"I'm not his brother, not anymore...and he trusts you more than anyone. He will take you at your word even if he tries to deny it. It's time," Bran elaborated.

Sam gave an unsure look as his response, but sighed and nodded.

(The Crypt of Winterfell, several minutes later)

Candles were just lit, shining the nearby area of the crypt in bright lights as the flames danced. Jon blew out the match he had used to light the candles. He looked to his right, the statue honoring Eddard Stark stood with the man's stoic visage. Jon took a step back, gazing at the statue. Sadness filled him, though he tried to present the same stoic visage as his father. A moment or so later he heard a grunt of surprise with something being knocked over and someone hitting the ground. Jon turned his head towards the direction of the sound. A glimpse of a grin appeared on his face as he recognized the owner of the grunt. He walked the way he heard the visitor. Sam was picking himself off the ground, wincing in pain.

"Sam," Jon said.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to be down here," Sam replied.

Jon embraced his friend in a hug, overjoyed to see him. Sam returned his hug before the two released one another.

"Were you hiding from me?" Jon chuckled.

"Of course not," Sam answered.

"What are you doing in Winterfell? Or did you read every book in the Citadel already?" Jon asked.

Jon's smile slowly faded as he saw the nervous look on his friend's face.

"What's wrong? Gilly? She alright?" Jon asked.

"She's good," Sam answered.

"Little Sam?" Jon asked.

"Don't you know?" Sam asked.

"Know what?" Jon replied, confused.

"Daenerys...she executed my father and brother. They were her prisoners." Sam elaborated.

Jon couldn't say anything, the shock hit him like a war club. The look of shock and sadness for his friend was plain on his face.

"She didn't tell you," Sam concluded, having studied the look on his friend's face.

Jon couldn't look at his friend for a moment or two. Sam was his closest friend and knowing he was hurting tore at him. But he also loved Daenerys, the conflict within him warred. But still, in this moment he felt for Sam.

"I'm so sorry...we...we just need to end this war," he said.

Sam's face twitched with barely concealed anger.

"Would you have done it?" Sam demanded.

"Sam...I-" Jon tried to say.

"Would you have done it?!" Sam repeated.

"...I've executed men who've disobeyed me...but I-" Jon started to say.

"You've also spared men. Even when the Free Folk spat in your face you showed mercy!" Sam cried out.

"I'm not Daenerys, Sam...she told me things...horrible things that happened to her...but I won't defend what she did to your family…" Jon replied.

Sam managed a slow nod to this. He walked in a small circle before stopping.

"I loved my brother...he may not have always believed me or in me, but he was never cruel. He was kind and open to me...my father...I don't know...he was my father, despite his cruelty...but execution...by dragon fire?!" Sam stated.

"What some kings and queens do...I don't have a good answer for you...I never wanted to be a king...so how one who wants a throne would act in such a situation I can't speak for them...I'm not saying she did was right Sam...I'm so sorry for your brother...and...your father," Jon tried to say, trying to keep the peace.

"But you were a king...regardless...and you've always been a king," Sam replied.

"I gave up my crown, Sam...I bent the knee...I'm not the King in the North anymore," Jon stated, patting his friend on the shoulder before starting to walk off.

"I'm not talking about the King in the North, I'm talking about the king of the bloody seven kingdoms!" Sam proclaimed.

Jon stopped dead in his tracks. A look of shock and confusion appeared on his face. He slowly turned to face his friend.

"Wh...What?" Jon gasped.

"When I met Bran here...we were...talking...and when I was at the Citadel I found...actually Gilly found a High Septon's diary that revealed a secret long hidden...and Bran's...visions...he told me another part of the secret…" Sam tried to explain, not sure how to explain it.

"What are you talking about, Sam?" Jon asked.

"Your mother...was Lyanna Stark...and your father...your...real father...was Rhaegar Targaryen...you've never been a bastard. Your mother gave you the name: Aegon Targaryen...you're the heir to the Iron Throne," Sam revealed.

Jon's face shifted between shock, confusion, anger, and other emotions.

"I'm sorry...I know it's a lot to take in-" Sam started to say.

As he said this, Jon approached him, and Sam stopped talking. The look on his friend's face alarmed Sam.

"My father was the most honorable man I've ever known...you're saying to me he lied to me all my life?" Jon hissed, barely holding back his anger.

Sam shook his face.

"Your father...Ned Stark, promised your mother he'd always protect you. He had to lie, Robert would've murdered you if he knew your true parentage," Sam replied, trying to calm his friend.

Jon's breaths became slow rasps, his eyes shifting around him. Sam put his hands on his friend's shoulders, trying to calm him.

"You're the true king. You're Aegon Targaryen, Sixth of his Name, Protector of the Realm...all of it," Sam said.

Jon staggered back. Realization and shock washed over him. He breathed slowly.

"Daenerys...she's...she's our queen," Jon stammered.

"She shouldn't be!" Sam said.

"It's treason!" Jon replied.

"It's the truth!" Sam pleaded.

Jon didn't say anything, he was unable to say anything.

"You gave up your crown to save your people...would she do something the same?" Sam continued.

Jon breathed slowly...still unable to say anything. His mind racing with the truth...not sure what to do.

(Unknown location, present)

A group of men walk through the ice and snow towards a keep. They enter the courtyard, which appears to have been ransacked. Barrels and crates are smashed and littered across the ground. Several areas of the snow are stained red. Tormund Giantsbane and Beric Dondarrion slowly lead the men through the area. There were also horse tracks, signs of wagons, and several barely distinguishable foot prints. Tormund looks up to see flags with the sigils of chains in an x, the sigil of House Umber. They didn't hear a sound from within or around Last Hearth except for the wind. The men had their blades drawn. Tormund slowly approached a dark entrance to the keep. He turned to look at Beric, who slightly smirked at this. The two slowly walked into the darkness, the survivors of Eastwatch following them in. They slowly made their way through the keep, eyes and ears alert. They tried their best to not make a sound. Soon they heard a bump nearby. Some of the men nearly tripped as they shuffled to either side of the wall, keeping still. They then heard footsteps, someone or something was approaching. Beric and Tormund nodded to one another. The men with them readied their weapons, several shaking in fear. Then a foot appeared around one of the halls. Tormund screamed a war cry as he started to lunge forward, Beric and the other men following. Beric lit his sword aflame. As they raced towards the owner of the footsteps, they nearly clashed with Edd Tollet and his men. All the men stopped, but Edd remained alert.

"Stay back, he has blue eyes!" Edd ordered.

"I've always had blue eyes!" Tormund scoffed.

Edd scoffed and relaxed. He and Tormund locked arms, smiling at each other.

"Did you find anyone?" Beric asked.

Edd gave him a solemn look. He led all the men there to another part of the keep. They walked through what seemed to be a study, tables and chairs were thrown around. Beric's sword lit their way. Soon they came upon something horrific. Tormund's face contorted with barely contained anger while Beric's face shifted with horror and sadness. Lord Umber was impaled to the wall, dead. Around him was a grotesque display of human limbs shaped in the form of the curved blades of a windmill.

"The Umber boy," Tormund sighed.

"It's a message...from the Night King," Beric said.

"His army's between us and Winterfell...and we're on foot," Tormund added.

"We saw tracks leading in directions that move in directions not approaching Castle Black...I'm not sure why, but I'm not going to risk the chance there aren't some of them between us and Winterfell...we'll double up on the horses," Edd said.

"If the horses last, we'll get there before the dead….we just have to hope the Night King doesn't come-" Tormund tried to plan.

Behind him Lord Umber's eyes opened and had turned to blue. He thrashed as he let out a sickening scream. Tormund jumped back. Beric lunged with his sword. The wight screamed as it started to burn, a dagger slashing around in its right hand. The flames moved along the limbs as the wight continued to screech and trash until it no longer did both. The men looked on at the burning sight.

(Outside Winterfell, the next morning)

Men, women, and children marched towards Wintefell. Many carried supplies. A cloaked individual rode a horse towards Wintefell. Soldiers and guards motioned and directed people into the castle. The cloaked individual rode their horse towards a post where a guard tied the animal's reins to it.

"Thank you," the cloaked individual said to the guard as they climbed down off the animal.

The guard nodded before walking off. The individual patted the horse's side before turning and taking off their hood, revealing the face of Jaime Lannister. He rubbed his left hand through his beard as he gazed around the courtyard. He hadn't been to Wintefell in a few years now. The sight was a more welcome one now then it was before, despite the threat of the dead. People and animals walked around, carrying supplies. He nodded to himself and started to turn to walk towards the main hall. But stopped dead in his tracks as his gaze shifted. Bran Stark sat across the courtyard, his vision locked on the man who pushed him out of the window those many years ago. Jaimes' face shifted with shock and seemingly worry as he realized who was staring at him. But Bran didn't look back at him with rage or disgust, but in a way that Jaime didn't understand...and that worried him and shocked him even more.

To be continued…

(Again, I'm so sorry for the late update. This is the final part of episode one. I know it's mostly the same as the original episode was. Like I said, the first two episodes were tolerable, but certain changes should have been/were made in this version. Hope this was a good conclusion to the first episode.)