RED KEEP - DUNGEONS
ELLARIA hums to herself. The room is lit with torches and a half-decayed woman rots in the room. A knock on the door.
DAENERYS: Ellaria, this is Daenerys. We've conquered King's Landing.
ELLARIA stops humming. Keys jiggle at the door and when it opens, camera sees DAENERYS and JON with KOVARRO and MALAKHO. DAENERYS walks to ELLARIA with keys and begins to unlock her chains when ELLARIA spits in DAENERYS' face.
DAENERYS, wiping away the spit: I deserve this. You followed me and my orders, and your imprisonment was the reward for your loyalty. My first instinct wasn't even to save you. If I'd listened to Tyrion, I'd have attacked Casterly Rock and forgotten about you.
JON: But I didn't. JON takes the keys from DAENERYS and sets ELLARIA free. He hands her a waterskin.
JON: We've conquered King's Landing and the Dothraki have control of the city. Do you have any more anger in you?
ELLARIA: No. In Dorne, we don't hold onto our anger. This is what happens when you fail, Queen Daenerys. Women like Yara and me suffer when you fail.
DAENERYS: I've come to realize. Olenna is dead, as well as the entire House of Highgarden, and Yara is still missing. But Cersei is dead.
JON: Executed.
DAENERYS: Executed and the Small Council has surrendered the city. I will be crowned Queen of Westeros an hour after Midday.
JON: We don't have much time, but we need your help.
ELLARIA: In which matters? Controlling the other houses, or in controlling the Dothraki? ELLARIA eyes the Dothraki men.
JON: The Dothraki. They've attacked and won against Lannister forces, they've seen the power of dragon fire, and they've conquered the wealthiest city in Westeros. They lust after the spoils of war.
ELLARIA: You want my help to stop the Dothraki from raping. I know how to satisfy a man's lust. The lust of a hundred thousand men is a different matter.
DAENERYS: Please. I never want to fail again. I know now what's at stake.
ELLARIA: I'll help, but on one condition.
DAENERYS: Which is?
ELLARIA: You must never forget Dorne. When you rule, Dorne must be represented at every meeting.
DAENERYS: Yes, that sounds fair.
ELLARIA: I've seen your Dothraki men. Most are bigger than this one. ELLARIA eyes both JON, KOVARRO, and MALAKHO. Many Westerosi women would be happy to open her legs for a ride with the powerful and exotic men on horseback. My advice: declare three days of holiday. Give your Dothraki enough money to eat, drink, and buy whores if he wants to, but if he rapes, assaults, or murders, he will be punished. And besides, a willing woman is more fun to fuck.
JON: Is that so?
ELLARIA: That is so. This is why Dornish men don't rape. In Dorne, you're not a real man unless you can seduce a woman and make her willing here, here, and here. ELLARIA touches her lips, her bosoms, and between her legs.
DAENERYS: The Dornish women certainly know how to train their men. The other prisoner in this room?
ELLARIA: She was Tyenne. I will bring her body to Dorne for a proper pyre, but I first want to see what you did to that bitch Cersei.
JON: Her head rests on a spike in the throne room.
ELLARIA: Did she suffer?
JON nods.
ELLARIA: She deserved a horrible death.
JON: What about the bastards born from these three days of holiday?
ELLARIA: In Dorne, we take care of our bastard sons and daughters. We raise them like our own.
JON: It is, unfortunately, not like Dorne in all parts of the Seven Kingdoms.
DAENERYS: Any bastard born from today, from infancy to childhood to adulthood, can find position in her Queen's Army. Any woman who raises this bastard will find position in her majesty's service.
JON: That is a gracious policy, your grace.
DAENERYS: I imagine some of these mix of Dothraki and Westerosi would prove great soldiers.
JON: Speaking like a queen, your grace.
DAENERYS: Now onto the next matter. Being queen is work.
CUT TO: QYBURN'S QUARTERS, DOOR CLOSED
JON: Grand Maester Qyburn, this is Jon Snow, and Daenerys Targaryen, the new queen of Westeros. We are escorted by our Dothraki who have taken control of the city. Open this door. We would like to speak with you.
DAENERYS: If you cooperate, you will be unharmed.
QYBURN: The door is unlocked.
JON and DAENERYS enter with KOVARRO, and MALAKHO. QYBURN sits by the table, a bottle in his hand.
JON: You will not need that poison.
QYBURN: Will my fate be like that of the Mountain, your grace?
DAENERYS: If you pledge fealty to me and my rule, you may continue serving as Grand Maester. I have only respect for a man who can resurrect the Mountain.
QYBURN hands DAENERYS the bottle.
QYBURN: I did not resurrect the Mountain, your grace. That requires rebirthing the soul, a feat beyond this world. I've studied death at the Great Citadel, and the closest I've managed is to arrest the rot and decay. With necromancy I could animate his body, but he had no memories or consciousness.
JON: Do you pledge fealty to Daenerys?
QYBURN: Yes. I only live to serve the Queen in King's Landing, whoever she may be, in whatever capacity she deems worthy of my ability.
JON: I have been resurrected. My body was cold for two days before the Red Priestess Melissandre brought me back to life. Does this mean the God of Light exists? Do I owe him my life? If I owe him my life, do I owe him my soul?
QYBURN: This is a quandry. I never believed in religion, especially the quackery of the Light of the Seven. When the last queen bid that I arrange for the burning of the Sept of Baelor, I had no qualms. I simply didn't believe in the new gods. They were lies for fools who feared to seek the truth. But if you have been resurrected, then the God of Light exists. QYBURN stands and paces in his room. The mother of dragons and a man brought back from the dead, together to rule Westeros – this is unprecedented indeed.
JON: There is one more, the Night King. He has an army of more than a hundred thousand white walkers who will march south when winter comes. He is the greater enemy.
QYBURN: At the Great Citadel, I read about the Long Night and the Night King. If he has returned, then this is the great battle between life and death itself.
DAENERYS: What did you learn about the Long Night and the Night King?
QYBURN: Winter descended as far south as Dorne and may have even encroached past the Narrow Sea to Essos.
JON: How did the winter end?
QYBURN: The Long Night happened thousands of years before the Great Citadel existed and we Maesters documented the affairs of men. Only songs remain from that time, but one folk song told about the marriage of fire and ice to vanquish the dead. QYBURN stares at DAENERYS and JON, then falls on his knees. Dragon and direwolf, fire and ice. Of course. All my life I've searched for the truth, and all my life these fragments of truth disappointed me.
DAENERYS: Disappointed? How so?
QYBURN: I experimented on the living and dead, and some of my experiments were gruesome. I confess that fully. I have witnessed the moment when life leaves a body, endeavoured my entire existence to bring life back to the dead and failed every time in my attempts. The families of the dead would pray to the gods each time, and each time, their prayers were in vain. Family after family would pray to the gods in vain, and it did not take long for me to conclude that the gods did not exist. That we're alone in this world and the gods have forsaken us. But your existence proves divinity is real, that the gods speak through you, the true god. You possess divine right to rule. QYBURN takes DAENERYS and JON's hands and clasp them together. I pledge fealty to you. I endeavour my life to serve you.
JON: Dragonglass and valerian steel destroys them. I hope dragon fire as well.
DAENERYS: But we need more weapons against the Night King and his army.
QYBURN: I will find more ways.
QYBURN releases hands of JON and DAENERYS.
CUT TO: SMALL COUNCIL CHAMBER.
DAENERYS and JON sit alone.
JON: Dani, about what happened with Quyburn. You are the rightful Queen.
DAENERYS: We would not be here if it weren't for your tactics. A queen needs her king.
JON: No one in history has accomplished what you've done. Your journey from Pentos as a sixteen year old girl to across the Red Wastes with dragons on your back to Quarth to Astapor to Mereen to Vas Dothrak to Dragonstone – you've inspired love in the men and women who've followed you all this way. I admire you for that Dani.
DAENERYS: I admire what you've done. You've defended Castle Black, united different tribes under one army, seized Winterfell against the odds, and helped me capture King's Landing. No one in history has done what you've accomplished.
JON: And no one else but us understands the loneliness. JON holds out his hand. DAENERYS holds his.
DAENERYS: When you walk a path no one else has walked, you walk alone. DAENERYS speaks Valerian. It's a Valerian expression. My brother taught it to me when we were children in the Free Cities. Viserys said that expression each time our welcome was worn and we had to find a new house to live in. We were orphans with a royal last name, but we were still children begging on the streets to survive. He must have felt so alone without mother.
JON: It doesn't have to be lonely.
DAENERYS: No, it doesn't. I feel like I can tell you anything and you'd understand.
JON: I do. My birth mother was also taken from me. She died while giving birth to me.
DAENERYS: Oh Jon. I'm so sorry.
JON: I must tell you a secret of mine, Dani. But I confess to you in complete confidence because I only want you as Queen of Westeros. Can I tell you this secret?
DAENERYS: Of course Jon.
JON: I am not Ned Stark's son, bastard or otherwise. My mother was Lyanna Stark and my father was Rhaegar Targaryen.
DAENERYS: How do you know?
JON: I asked Ned right before he parted for King's Landing and I parted for the Wall. It was our last conversation before we said goodbye. It should have been farewell.
DAENERYS: Have you told anyone else?
JON: No but Tyrion figured it out.
DAENERYS: We're brother and sister.
JON: Half-brother and sister.
DAENERYS: We don't look related at all. Your hair, my hair. How could we be related?
JON: Maybe height runs in the family.
DAENERYS laughs.
DAENERYS: Jon, I feel close to you. DAENERYS rises from her chair and JON rises. They embrace.
JON: When you walk a path no one else has walked, you walk alone.
DAENERYS: It keeps me up at night to think about my next steps down this path. I worry about the future because it's not only my future but the future of the hundred thousand who followed me across the ocean. They followed me because I promised them a better future.
JON: I worry too, Dani. We're leaders, and that is the burden we bear. In your eyes, what is a better future?
DAENERYS: When I conquered Astapor, Yunkai, and Mereen, it was easy to imagine a better future. Slavery was evil, and a world without slavery was a better and just world. But in Westeros, I wonder what a better future would be.
JON: Peace is a better future. Peace where no one is hungry and children grow up to find love. A queen and king that ensures the peace.
DAENERYS: A queen and her king. DAENERYS cries.
JON releases the embrace and bends down on one knee.
JON: Dani, will you be my queen?
DAENERYS: Yes, I do Jon.
JON rises and they kiss.
DAENERYS: Be my king.
JON: Together, we will rule the world.
VARYS enters.
VARYS: Queen Daenerys, all the houses have arrived. VARYS sees their embrace. My apologies for the disturbance.
DAENERYS: No need to apologize.
VARYS: Does this mean the dragon and wolf are ...?
DAENERYS: To be wed. King's Landing will not only celebrate the crowning of their new queen, they will celebrate the the marriage of House Targaryen with House Stark.
JON: Together, Westeros is stronger.
VARYS: A stronger united Westeros. My queen and my king, I pledge complete allegiance to serve you and the realm, in these united Westeros. May I ask one thing from you?
DAENERYS and JON nod.
VARYS: For the good of the many, not the good of the few.
DAENERYS: United Westeros. For the good of the many, not the good of the few [maybe in Valerian]. Any word on Tyrion?
VARYS: He was last seen riding Viserion east towards Dragonstone.
DAENERYS: Drogon did this to me after the arena attacks in Mereen. To solidify the bond between dragon and rider, Viserion will take him somewhere to feed and grow large. After this, Viserion may even grow larger than Drogon. Jon, Rhaegal will do that to you too.
JON: Hopefully after the wedding. Where do you think Viserion will fly to?
DAENERYS: Drogon took me to the great plains. He fed on sheep and goats, and gave me roasted morsels. Nothing is more delicious than freshly dragon-roasted goat. Drogon led me to the Dothraki and my army. Viserion may lead Tyrion to something just as glorious.
VARYS: How long will this feeding phase last?
DAENERYS: Weeks.
VARYS: Understood.
DAENERYS: And Euron Greyjoy with his fleet?
VARYS: They fled when Euron heard the fighting in King's Landing, your grace.
JON: A kraken is no match for a dragon.
DAENERYS: Or a wolf. JON smiles.
VARYS: My queen, my king, should we begin the crowning ceremony?
DAENERYS and JON nod.
CUT TO: THRONE ROOM
MISSANDEI, GREYWORM, and KOVARRO stand around the iron throne. The crowd is Westerosi aristocracy (arranged like the trial of Tyrion). Cersei's head is on spike by the iron throne.
MISSANDEI: I am Missandei, royal translator for her majesty Queen Daenerys. I was born on the island of Naath but sold to slavery in Astapor. Daenerys freed me and I freely choose to follow her. Long may she reign.
GREYWORM: I am Greyworm, royal general of the Unsullied for her majesty Queen Daenerys. As a boy, I was sold to slavery, cut, and raised to be Unsullied in Astapor. Daenerys freed me and I freely choose to follow her. Long may she reign.
KOVARRO, in Dothraki accent: I am Kovarro of the Dothraki. I was on the great plain when Karl Drogo died and we burnt his body in grand tradition of Dothraki. Khaleesi walked through the flames and birthed her dragons. From that moment, I have followed and seen her power grow like her dragons. Khaleesi is now queen, and I continue to choose to follow her. Long may she reign.
MISSANDEI, GREYWORM, KOVARO, together: Long may she reign.
MISSANDEI: Today, we gather to crown Queen Daenerys as lawful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. Lords and ladies of Westeros, today you will have a choice: bend the knee and pledge fealty to her lawful rule, or declare rebellion and meet her army in battle. Queen Daenerys guarantees your safe passage out of the city, but once in battle, she and her royal dragons will guarantee no mercy.
Lords and ladies of Westeros, please rise for Danerys Stormborn of House Tagaryen, mother of dragons, Queen of Mereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, and rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms!
Doors open, and DAENERYS walks in to sit upon her throne. She takes a moment to run her hands across the armrests before sitting down.
DAENERYS: You may all sit.
The audience sits.
DAENERYS: Lords and ladies of Westeros, I sit in front of you on the iron throne after seizing control of King's Landing through swift precision by killing one living person in the capital. Her head is on this spike if you need a reminder. My dragons could have reigned fire to burn the city to ashes, but we only killed one woman: Cersei Lannister, whose rule was illegitimate at its best, and tyrannical at its worst. I as your queen will rule not as a tyrant, but will rule a united Westeros because we are stronger together. Pledge fealty to me and I will ensure a Queen's peace so that next spring, seeds are sown and that next fall, grain is harvested. Pledge fealty to me so that we end this war.
Doors open from across the room. JON enters with GHOST. He walks to DAENERYS and bends his knee. GHOST licks her hand.
JON: I am Jon Snow, known as the bastard son of Eddard Stark, and honourable Lord of Winterfell. I speak for all the Houses of the north. Winter isn't coming. Winter has arrived. This winter will be a long and brutal winter. When Aegon Targaren first conquered Westeros, winter arrived in the northern lands too soon for the harvest. The north would have suffered from famine but Aegon sent grain shipments from Dorne to Winterfell. We northerners pledge fealty to House Targaryen so that together we survive the brutal winter to come.
DAENERYS: Together, Westeros is stronger.
JON: Together and united, Westeros is stronger.
MISSANDEI: Do you have any questions for Queen Daenerys?
JON: I do. How do you plan to finance the Queen's peace?
DAENERYS: Cersei has left the Crown indebted to the Iron Bank of Braavos. My first order of business as Queen will be to persuade the Iron Bank to renegotiate terms of this debt. My dragons and Dothraki can be very persuasive for these negotiations. I have a question for you, Jon Snow of Winterfell. You joined my army before the outcome was known and which side would win. Why?
JON: Some rulers reign through fear when they themselves fear their truth exposed.
DAENERYS: What is that fear?
JON: That without fear they have no power. Cersei only had the Mountain, but you have a loyal army with dragons. You have true power, and can rule without fear, Queen Daenerys. JON bows, steps to the side with GHOST.
Doors open and ELLARIA steps forward. ELLARIA walks to DANERYS and bends on one knee.
ELLARIA: I am Ellaria Sand, and I speak for House Dorne, but I truly speak for the greatest love of my life. Oberyn. Some of us, if we're fortunate, fall in love. We loved each other, Queen Daenerys. I loved my Oberyn. I loved every moment with him, from waking up beside him to see him smile, to making love to him in the moonlight. I loved him so much I wanted to spend my entire life with him. But he's dead, murdered by the Mountain, and I miss him like the desert misses the rain. So yes, I must confess. I first joined your cause because I hated Cersei Lannister like I hated all Lannisters. Hate is powerful, and for a while, I only lived to hate. But she's dead now by your justice, and I don't hate. I hope. I still have two daughters, and I hope for their future. With you as our Queen, we can hope in Dorne. We pledge for House Targaryen so that Dorne will have a hopeful future.
MISSANDEI: Do you have any questions for Queen Daenerys?
ELLARIA: How will you ensure the interests of all the houses are represented under your rule?
DAENERYS: Once a year, we will decide on the Crown's spending and all houses will be invited to King's Landing to speak. Under my rule, although the final decision is mine to make, I will consult with House Dorne and the other houses.
ELLARIA: Thank you, your grace.
DAENERYS looks at MISSANDEI and nods.
MISSANDEI: Who among you in King's Landing wishes to pledge fealty to Queen Daenerys?
ASHFORD, middle aged man: I am Ser Robert of House Ashford. We're a small house but we've supported the Crown from Targaryen to Baratheon. My daughter Anna was in King's Landing during Cersei Lannister's supposed trial. Anna was only seventeen and was in the city to visit her aunt and experience the wonders of the capital. Anna was at the Sept of Baelor like many other daughters and sons of noble houses in Westeros. I don't care where your loyalties laid that day, but after the explosion, after learning that your son or daughter perished, that my beloved Anna perished, I grieved then hated that vile woman Cersei. ASHFORD spits on the ground and the aristocracy applaud. Good riddance! The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I bend the knee to House Targaryen and Queen Daenerys. Long may she reign!
Camera pans to the audience who applaud thunderously. JON smiles at DAENERYS. Camera pans out to the second rafters, and VARYS and QUYBURN watch as more houses pledge fealty.
VARYS: Did you know she was that hated in King's Landing?
QUYBURN: I did. When you served under the Mad King, did you know he was that hated?
VARYS: Certainly. I had heard many angry whispers before the rebellion, but I served like you are serving now.
QUYBURN: Did you know the Mad King had wildfire planted all throughout King's Landing? VARYS eyes grow wide. The master of whispers did not know. Yes, Aerys wanted to raze King's Landing with wildfire. You would have burned alive, as well as the children who whisper secrets to you.
VARYS, holding back tears: My little birds, they are not to blame for the horrors inflicted by kings. How will you live with yourself, knowing your complicity in the death of that man's daughter?
QUYBURN: The same as how you do. We only live to serve.
VARYS: Once we no longer serve, we no longer live.
QUYBURN nods.
QUYBURN: May I ask you a personal question?
VARYS: You may. Whether I tell you a truthful answer is another matter.
QUYBURN: You and the Unsullied are both men with intimate parts altered. As a medical practitioner, I'm intrigued at the differences between your body and those of the Unsullied. Pardon my frankness, but the Unsullied possess masculine features and a musculature that is absent from your body, as if they have a masculine disposition that you lack. May I ask, when you were altered, was it both the testes and penis?
VARYS: Many have asked, but none have asked in the interest of medical science so I will tell you the truth. Everything was cut.
QUYBURN: Thank you for your truth.
VARYS: Which means?
QUYBURN: The Unsullied must have only had their penises altered because this male disposition arises from the testes. I've seen this in castrated dogs. The Unsullied must live in shame with their short inadequacies, but with a loving woman, perhaps they could be happy together and maybe even have children. QUYBURN looks at GREYWORM and MISSANDEI.
VARYS: May I ask you a personal question? QUYBURN nods. I was an actor in the Free Cities and met many men who preferred the company of men. Many were actors and spent each night with the company of a different man. But some of these men lived alone even though they were polite and intelligent men, if perhaps too polite. Are you one of these men?
QUYBURN: Maybe if I was born across the Narrow Sea and lived with the values of the Free Cities I'd be a different man. Maybe I would have not felt shame from my desires and found love from another person. Instead, I live in Westeros and I lived with shame. I learned to love knowledge instead. Are you one of these men?
VARYS: I never knew love except the innocent love of children. Their happiness makes me happy.
QUYBURN: Your little birds, they will be happy to see you again. Don't worry, I only gave them sweets for their whispers. I agree they are blameless for the games of kings and queens. Will you resume your role as Master of Whispers? I'm afraid the children see me for the ghastly person I am, and are scared of me.
VARYS: I would.
QUYBURN: Daenerys and Jon have a vital task for me. I must focus on finding another weapon against the Night King and his army.
VARYS: So you believe in the threat from the north?
QUYBURN: I do.
VARYS: I believe as well, but I fear Queen Daenerys will have a tough task making the other Lords and Ladies of Westeros believe.
QUYBURN: In Oldtown, circuses from abroad would set encampment and show the wonders and freaks from far and exotic lands. The Crown may need to acquire a specimen so that the Houses back her when she rides north.
VARYS: Without proof, if Queen Daenerys talks about an army of the dead, every citizen in Westeros would think she'd gone mad.
QUYBURN: Do you believe in the Night King?
VARYS: It doesn't matter what I believe. I never believed in dragons, yet here they are. I never believed a man could return from the dead, yet here he is. But truth be told, I don't want to believe in the Night King because his truth scares me. What chance do we have against an army of a hundred thousand undead soldiers?
QUYBURN: Our greatest chance is with fire and ice, Daenerys and Jon.
Camera pans away from QUYBURN and VARYS to JON and DAENERYS. The crowd applaud raucously as another house pledges allegiance. Then the doors open and MALAKHO
lead two men bound in chains in hooded masks to DAENERYS. MALAKHO pulls off the masks to reveal DICKON and RANDYLL TARLEY.
MALAKHO, in Dothraki: We fought these men before the city surrendered.
DAENERYS to MISSANDEI: Who are these men?
RANDYLL: I can speak for myself foreign woman. I am Randyll Tarley of the Reach. This is my son Dickon. We fought with the Lannisters against Highgarden and won. If it weren't for your dragon we would have also defeated your invading barbarian horde.
DICKON: Father, please.
DAENERYS: All the other houses in Westeros have pledged for me. Will you not kneel?
RANDYLL: Only someone born in Westeros is fit to rule Westeros. You are not my queen.
DAENERYS: Your queen's head rests on a spike.
RANDYLL: There are no easy choices in war. I demand safe passage to the Reach and to meet you in battle. Next time, I will be prepared for your dragons.
JON: Do you have another son, Lord Tarley?
RANDYLL: No.
JON: You do. I met your other son, Sam, at Castle Black. He told me of you, and how cruel of a man you were.
RANDYLL: Sam and and the child from his wilding woman are not family of mine.
DAENERYS: So you will not bend the knee?
RANDYLL: Never.
DAENERYS looks at JON and nods. JON unsheaths Longclaw.
RANDYLL: You promised safe passage out of King's Landing.
DAENERYS: House Highgarden was an ally of mine. You aided and abetted Cersei Lannister and for that, you must be punished.
JON: If you have any last words, this is the time. MALAKHO pushes RANDYLL and DICKON to wooden posts for beheading.
RANDYLL: Lying foreign bitch. The true Westerosi will never submit to –
JON slices RANDYLL's head off. DICKON watches and pisses himself.
DICKON: I don't want to die. Please, I don't want to die.
DAENERYS: Take him to the dungeons. I will decide on his fate later.
MALAKHO takes DICKON out and returns with two more hooded men in chains into the throne room and pull off the hoods. It's JAIME and BRONN. The crowd boos.
JAIME, crying at seeing Cersei's head: Cersei, no.
BRONN: I was only a mercenary. Where's Tyrion? He'll explain.
DAENERYS: Tyrion is not here.
JAIME: Tyrion, my traitorous brother. He killed Lannister soldiers. He grew up with some of these men and without hesitation burned them alive. My brother, I loved him once. As I did Cersei. And father, in a way, I loved him and he loved me. If Lannisters knew how to love as much as they knew how to pay back their debts, maybe we wouldn't be so fucked up.
JAIME, stops crying: I will die today. If I die today, then I die. But I want everyone in King's Landing know that if it weren't for me, the city would be in ruins. The Mad King Aerys would have burned the city with wildfire if I hadn't killed him. For the honour of saving the city, I was branded Oathbreaker and Kingslayer. You hate Cersei for burning down the Sept at Baelor, but what about her brother who stopped the Mad King from burning down the entire fucking city? Shouldn't he deserve love? The crowd boos.
JON, whispering to DAENERYS: Dani, we need Tyrion to help rule King's Landing. With Jaime, we can ensure his loyalty. Let him take the black. DAENERYS nods.
DAENERYS: I am not like the Mad King, and you will not die today.
BRONN is relieved. JAIME shakes his head.
DAENERYS: If you take the black, you can live.
BRONN: I take the fucking black then.
JAIME: Cersei is dead and my children are dead. I have nothing to live for. Fuck the black.
JON: You saved King's Landing even though there was no glory for you. It tells me a great deal about your character.
JAIME: That I was a fool for believing I could be the hero.
JON: That not all of you is selfish, and some small part of you believes in the greater good.
JAIME laughs.
JON: When I took the black as the bastard son of Eddard Stark, it felt like I had no other choice. When we first met at Winterfell, you mocked me about the Night's Watch. Do you remember?
JAIME: It's been a long time, but I remember. I mocked the Night's Watch for protecting us against the perils beyond the wall – Wildings, White Walkers, and what not. I also remember mocking you for never wielding a sword against a man. I mocked you because I saw you for what you were back then – an angry young man. Considering you'll behead me soon, you can certainly hold a grudge.
JON: You saw me for the angry young man that I was, but I never saw you for the man you are. Until today. You are Jaime Lannister, son of Tywin Lannister, once the most powerful man in Westeros. You were a man with every opportunity thrown at you, yet all you've achieved is Captain of the King's Guard and even then, more may remember you as Kingslayer. I know what taking the black entails, and it isn't only about survival. Serving in the Night's Watch can also lead to redemption.
JAIME: Redemption?
JON: Your love for Cersei made you inflict terrible things to others, but also to yourself. Part of you knows this is true, and part of you wonders what you could have done with your life without Cersei's influence.
JAIME: I wouldn't have sworn to be King's Guard, for one.
JON: Serve in the Night's Watch so you learn redemption, and you may achieve greatness for the good of all.
JAIME: Some time away from King's Landing would do me some good. But does taking the black have to mean life? My lifelong oath to the King's Guard taught me a life is too long for any oath.
JON looks at DAENERYS.
DAENERYS: From this day forth, taking the black will be commiserate with the crime.
JAIME: Which in my case means?
DAENERYS: Long, but not a lifetime. For exemplary service, your sentence may be even shortened.
JAIME: Then I'll take the black. Will your men escort me out now or do I get to witness this ceremony?
JON: We were going to escort you out.
JAIME: I would like to ask my question.
DAENERYS: Every citizen in my queendom has the right to ask, criminal or not.
JAIME: You had Mereen. With your army and dragons, you could have conquered every city and land in Essos, from Mereen to Quarth to Braavos. You could have had love and wealth in places where they knew only summer, yet you chose to come to Westeros with winter arriving at our north. Why?
DAENERYS stands and addresses the audience. The camera is from her perspective.
DAENERYS: Conquering and ruling are not the same. I could have conquered these summer lands, but I want to rule. Ruling means peace and prosperity, and great houses of Westeros, I am your queen to rule, not conquer. Together, a united Westeros is stronger!
The audience applauds and screams, "Long may she reign!" JAIME and BRONN are escorted out. The audience grows silent as JON walks up to DAENERYS. JON bends on one knee and takes her hand.
JON: My queen.
DAENERYS: My Jon. Your promises come true.
JON: I promise this day forth and forever always. JON takes out a ring and places it on her finger. Will you marry me, Queen Daenerys?
DAENERYS: Yes, I do, Jon Snow the Resurrected.
They kiss. The audience applauds. As they embrace:
JON, to her ear: Together, we will conquer the world. DAENERYS smiles.
