Snow covered grassland in the north by a stream. JON and DAENERYS fill their waterskins as RHAEGAL and DROGON rest on the grass, but DROGON appears more tired.
DAENERYS: They usually never tire when flying, but today, they're flying against the wind.
JON: How about the cold? Do you think it tires them? Do they need armour like bearskin to stay warm?
DAENERYS: I've never thought.
JON: During the winter, our horses wear leather and bearskin to stay warm.
DAENERYS: Like horses wearing fur coats?
JON: Aye, just like that.
DAENERYS: Does this mean I'm under-dressed for the weather? You should have warned me.
JON: No, you're beautiful.
DAENERYS: Do you think they'll recognize us? The guards of Winterfell, I mean. You probably have watch towers and they'll see dragons approaching. They'll probably think we're just birds first until we get big enough for them to recognize –
JON: Those aren't birds!
DAENERYS: What the fuck? Dragons? What the fuck?
JON: Ser, Ser – dragons are approaching in the distance, Ser.
DAENERYS and JON laugh.
DAENERYS: They would only assume it's us, right? There's no one else in the world with dragons but us. They'd have to assume it was us.
JON: Aye.
DAENERYS: So it'd be a welcoming party?
JON: Aye, and the first gates of Winterfell would be open.
DAENERYS: First gate?
JON: Winterfell is the north's greatest fortress, built and designed to be defended against the worst possible scenarios. It was built on the biggest hill on Stark's land, and we have an outer and inner wall to defend against invaders.
DAENERYS: Qarth had walls the size of forty decas.
JON: What's a deca?
DAENERYS: How do you measure things?
JON: Our hands and feet. Laying on the ground, JON lifts his foot to compare his foot with RHAEGAL. I'd say Rhaegal is 20 feet high.
DAENERYS: What happens when someone has differently sized feet? DAENERYS lifts her foot.
JON: Twenty eight feet.
DAENERYS: Exactly. Your system of measurement isn't precise. In Qarth, I met a mathematician who explained their system of measurement. It's based on base ten.
JON: Base ten?
DAENERYS: Ten to a hundred to a thousand to tens of thousands to millions to billions to trillions.
JON: There are numbers that large?
DAENERYS: To a mathematician, yes. In Qarth, they measured everything in tens. So ten decas is equivalent to one daca, and ten dacas is equivalent to one doca, and one hundred docas is equivalent to one duca. Every building in Qarth was governed by these mathematical echoes through the cosmos.
JON: So why are the walls of Qarth forty decas high?
DAENERYS: The circumference of the planet divided by a million. That's equivalent to forty decas.
JON: Circumference? Are you saying our world is round?
DAENERYS: Like a planet or the moon. The learned Alchemists in Qarth proved it.
JON: How did they prove it?
DAENERYS: In Qarth, you get a stick measuring one doca long, and at noon, measure the length of its shadow. You ask your mathematician living more northerly, on the same day, to measure the length of a shadow cast by a stick one doca long. They cast different lengths, and using trigonometry and algebra, you can calculate the circumference of the planet.
JON: I didn't know you were good at math.
DAENERYS: I am.
JON: And you're good at languages. DAENERYS looks at JON as JON rattles off: Westerosi, Essorosi, Valerian, Dothraki.
DAENERYS: And I'm learning Missaouwi. Missandei is teaching me her mother language Missaouwi.
JON: You're brilliant, and I love you more with each passing day.
DROGON and RHAEGAL rise.
DAENERYS: I love you too. DAENERYS, getting up: I'll introduce the Qarthi measuring system to Westeros. It looks like our dragons are done with their rest.
JON: You know Sansa will be very protective of me.
DAENERYS: Even after ridding the Seven Kingdoms of Cersei Lannister?
JON: Look, I don't understand power dynamics between women but the rules are different than with men.
DAENERYS: You may have a point there.
JON: I don't know how you assert dominance as a woman. As a man, most of the time, it's through combat. The better fighter is the more powerful man. Sometimes, it's only a brawl in a bar, if the men are common. Sometimes, it's a duel, if the men are gentry. Rarely, it's war, and that's when the men are kings.
DAENERYS: You wonder how it'll be different with a woman ruling the Iron Throne.
JON: I do. I hope it's for the better.
DAENERYS: You and me both. Come on, it's time to continue to Winterfell.
DAENERYS and JON mount DROGON and RHAEGAL.
JON: Obviously Drogon is the more powerful because he's the biggest. Rhaegal is 20 feet high, but Drogon is 32.
DAENERYS: Drogon is 10.6 decas.
JON: 32 sounds better than 10.6. I don't know if Westerosi will like your new measuring system. Maybe amongst the Maesters, but the common folk, they won't need to be so precise as to measure to the decimal.
DAENERYS: Perhaps one day, they'll need to. Or want to.
JON: How tall am I, in decas?
DAENERYS: You're 1.73 decas.
JON: That doesn't sound very tall.
DAENERYS: You're plenty tall for me.
JON and DAENERYS kiss before mounting RHAEGAL and DROGON. On the open plain, DROGON and RHAEGAL run until they build enough momentum to jump and fly in the air. The audience sees airviews of the North until WINTERFELL.
[EDITOR'S NOTE: European castles are built on hills. Edinburgh castle, for example. WINTERFELL is the North's most defensible castle. It would be on a hill so that no matter what size army arrives, they all must march up the hill and an army of 160 000 would be reduced to a phalanx of maybe 30. European castles aren't like Disneyland castles. They were built for defence. They were built on hills. Winterfell would have been built on a hill.]
WINTERFELL atop a hill in the distance.
JON: There's a park at the base of the hill. We can land there.
Suddenly, bells ring.
DAENERYS: It seems they've recognized us.
JON, smiling: And they've come with the welcome party.
From a distance, through the view of the back of DAENERYS, the audience sees a procession of soldiers of Winterfell before SANSA, even from a distance the audience recognizes SANSA's red hair. She is on horseback and rides down to the first gate.
DROGON and RHAEGAL land. DAENERYS and JON dismount. SANSA approaches on her horse.
SANSA: Brother, you're back. Safe. SANSA dismounts and runs to hug JON.
JON: And engaged. I'd like you to meet my fiance, Daenerys.
SANSA curtsy to DAENERYS.
SANSA: My queen, welcome to Winterfell. Is it true about Cersei's execution? SANSA holds a piece of parchment.
DAENERYS: I wrote that myself to send to the Maester so you'd know. Cersei was executed for her crimes, and it was your brother who carried out the sentence.
SANSA: Did she suffer?
JON: I sliced her throat and she bled to death.
SANSA nods.
ARYA arrives on horseback.
ARYA: Jon!
She dismounts then runs to JON.
ARYA: I still have Needle.
JON: So much has happened.
ARYA: But we're home.
SANSA: We've brought horses for your journey up the hill. Will your dragons be content here in this park?
DAENERYS: Yes, and only I feed them. Their next meal is at dusk. Drogon and Rhaegal need one animal carcass each, butchered but uncooked. What game can you slaughter?
SANSA: Cattle, pigs, and chickens.
DAENERYS: Bear?
SANSA: We don't farm those. You'll have to hunt one yourself.
JON: Aye. Ghost and I would take a week to hunt a bear, but maybe on dragonback it'd be like going to the bakery and picking up some bread. Where's Bran?
ARYA: Still up there. He's in a wheelchair.
SANSA: He's not the same Bran.
ARYA: He isn't Bran. He's the Three-eyed Raven. He says he has important information for you.
JON nods.
CUTTO: SANSA and DAENERYS on horseback, in front. JON and ARYA on horseback behind.
DAENERYS: Winterfell is lovely.
SANSA: It's big, and in the winter, the snow makes Winterfell peaceful. But I miss the gardens of King's Landing. The smell of flowers, the sound of the chirping birds, and the waves crashing in the distance. I hated everything else about King's Landing, but I do miss the gardens.
DAENERYS: The capital is now Dragons' Landing.
SANSA: Excuse me, your Grace. Force of habit. Dragons' Landing is a wonderful name.
DAENERYS: That's how we seized control of the capital. I was atop Drogon, Jon was atop Rhaegal, and together, we flew from Dragonstone to King's Landing. We landed at the Red Keep, and Tyrion had told us where Cersei's sleeping chambers would be. We executed Cersei Lannister and took over the capital with minimal bloodshed.
SANSA: That was brilliant.
DAENERYS: That was your brother's plan. He's a grand military strategist.
SANSA: He is. I hope he can help me with defending Winterfell.
DAENERYS: So is it true, with an army of the dead?
SANSA nods.
DAENERYS: After our wedding, I promise to return with the Queen's Army to defend the Seven Kingdoms against this army of the dead.
SANSA: You have Dragonglass?
DAENERYS: We are shipping it from Dragonstone.
SANSA: Good. Thank you. I'm sorry, but it's hard to think of anything else. Bran gives us updates.
DAENERYS: How does Bran provide you updates?
SANSA: He has magical powers.
DAENERYS: Go on, this intrigues me.
SANSA: He sees the comings and goings throughout the North and beyond the Wall. Where ever there are still heartwood trees, his eyes peer through them somehow, and he sees. He has has important news.
DAENERYS: How is it being the Lady of Winterfell? As a woman, how is it to rule?
SANSA: For some, men and women alike, to have a woman in charge is a struggle. I feel like I have to work twice as hard to achieve the same respect as Jon. It's bloody frustrating, that's what it is. Leading men, it's bloody frustrating.
DAENERYS: Can I give you some advice?
SANSA: You lead an army of 120 000 men, of course, please, your Grace.
DAENERYS: Alone, please call me Daenerys.
SANSA: Yes Daenerys, if you call me Sansa.
DAENERYS smiles.
DAENERYS: Whether you rule a Khalisar, a city, the Unsullied, or the Dothraki – they need to understand who controls power. DANERYS stops riding, and suddenly everyone stops riding. I have earned my power, Lady Sansa. I conquered cities and kingdoms to be where I am. I have earned the respect of those who follow me. What have you earned?
SANSA is quiet.
DAENERYS gallops her horse. CUTTO: JON and ARYA.
JON: I thought Sansa would be messing things up, not my Daenerys.
ARYA: You mean who'd be the bitch? It was a tossup.
JON: I missed you so much.
ARYA: Jon, we were stupid.
JON: I should never have taken the Black.
ARYA: We should have never left Winterfell.
JON: Much has happened since we last met.
ARYA: Much has. The question is who starts first.
JON: I bet you're not as innocent as you once were.
ARYA: I hope you're not either.
JON: I once believed everyone followed the rules.
ARYA: So did I. Dad made us believe in honour.
JON: He did. When I found out he had been executed for being a traitor, I knew they were all lies. They not only killed father, they dishonoured his name. I was so angry I forsook my vows to ride south to join Robb and fight those fucking Lannisters. But Sam, Pip, and [Graeme] stopped me. Sam was pissed scared when he tried to stop me. He knew I could fight him and kill him, but I didn't want that at all. Sam was scared, and I had promised to be his brother. He needed me and I returned to Castle Black. If I hadn't returned, I would have joined Robb's army and be killed at the Red Wedding. Fuck, that's something that happened to me.
ARYA: I was at the Sept of Baelor when dad was killed. I was perched on a statue so I could see above the crowd: dad looked so beaten, dirty, and hungry. Do you know how sad that was for me, to see dad so frail, and wanting to hug him but I couldn't. There was Sansa, all pretty in a turquoise dress, hair done all pretty, and I was angry at her. She did nothing, and because she did nothing, I lost Nimeria and dad was pleading for his life. I'm not proud of it, but at the time, I was so angry at Sansa. But then, Joffrey said something, and I was shocked. Didn't dad say he'd take the black? Why is Ser Illan Payne putting on his black mask? But a man called me little boy, and he hugged me and when it happened, all I saw were birds in the sky.
JON: Fucking hell.
ARYA: Yes, that happened to me.
JON: Who was the man?
ARYA: A man from the Night's Watch, [NAME]. He saved my life. I owe him my life.
JON: We both owe our lives to the Night's Watch.
ARYA: Even after some of the men murdered you?
JON: How do you know?
ARYA: It's all any of the men can talk about. You've become a legend in the north. Jon Snow, the Resurrected. Every man who was at the Battle of the Bastards talks about it. Jon Snow was shot by a hundred arrows and he kept on walking. They say you were invincible that day. How did you do that?
JON: Blood magic.
ARYA stops.
ARYA: I learned magic. I won't tell you exactly which type of magic just yet, but I learned magic. Magic makes anything possible, but it has a cost.
JON: I know.
ARYA: Good, because using my magic almost made me insane.
JON: Fuck, we need to talk more to one another. We've been through a lot. We need time to debrief about all the shit that happened to us.
ARYA: No fucking shit.
JON: You're old enough to swear.
ARYA: And kill.
JON: When I gave you Needle, I knew you could defend yourself.
ARYA: Not defend, kill. Execute.
They reach Winterfell's Innergate on top of the hill.
JON: Tonight, just you and me. We drink. You're old enough for that.
ARYA: What should we drink?
JON: Dad's stash of whisky.
ARYA: What are you talking about?
JON: Dad kept a stash of whisky, hidden from mom. He had hundreds of bottles and they're still there.
ARYA: After the wedding.
JON: What? No wedding. The wedding's at Dragons' Landing. No wedding.
SANSA, waiting at the gates: Brother, you didn't give us much time, but you will wed first at Winterfell. It is our pleasure. You are family.
JON, tears welling in his eyes: Thank you.
SANSA: Bran's in the Godswood. He wants to speak with you alone. Then, you wed and we feast.
CUTTO: Godswood. Bran watches the frozen water when JON enters.
JON: Bran, my brother.
BRAN: Jon, the Resurrected.
JON and BRAN greet but it's awkward.
JON: We haven't seen each other since I left Winterfell to take the Black.
BRAN: I'm not Bran anymore. He came North past the Wall to become me. I am the Three-eyed Raven now.
JON: If you are, prove it.
BRAN: That moment you left, you asked Eddard Stark about your mother. He promised you'd speak about it upon his return.
JON: Fuck, I've been blabbing about that whenever I drink and get angry. For fuck's sake, something else. Prove it that you're the Three-eyed Raven..
BRAN: That was unexpected.
JON: What, you're supposed to be all-knowing and all-seeing. Prove it.
BRAN: I know your true ancestry.
JON: I figured that out long ago. So did Tyrion by the way.
BRAN: I feel kind of useless this winter season.
JON: Here's how you can prove to me you're the Three-eyed Raven. When I was at Hardhome, and I first met the Night King, how many undead creatures were there?
BRAN: 172, 632.
JON: I wasn't expecting anything that specific.
BRAN: Oh, it turns out I am useful.
JON: How many are there now?
BRAN: 160, 000.
JON: Exactly 160,000?
BRAN: Exactly. He sacrificed the rest crossing the Bay of Seals.
JON: Sacrificed?
BRAN: Sacrificed. When he arrived at the Wall, the Bay of Seals was still sea and not ice. He could have waited but instead, he sent undead minion upon minion into the water. Each time, the water grew icier until an ice bridge formed. Then he and his army of 160 000 crossed south of the wall.
JON: He sacrificed 12, 632 undead creatures to cross the wall?
BRAN: He sacrificed like he was cutting hair.
JON: Hair grows back.
BRAN: His undead army grows. When he first began, he had only twelve white walkers.
JON: Fuck. Even with Daenerys' army, we don't have the numbers. How would you stop the Night King's army?
BRAN: I cannot answer that question.
JON: Fuck, excuse me?
BRAN: I cannot answer that question. I can answer what has been or what currently happens, but I can not advise on what will be.
JON: So tell me, Three-eyed Raven, in the last Long Winter, how was the Night King defeated?
BRAN: I also cannot answer that question.
JON: What the fuck?
BRAN: He was too far south when it happened. There were no heartwood trees. I cannot see what happened.
JON: You're fucking useless!
JON storms off.
BRAN: I thought it'd go differently.
CUTTO: DAENERYS, SANSA, and ARYA sitting around a table in the hall like a restaurant. Servants bring desserts of various colours and then they're left in private.
SANSA, smiling: Please, help yourself.
ARYA: What the fuck?
DANERYS and SANSA: Excuse me?
ARYA: Pardon me, my ladies. I want something to drink. ARYA waves down a servant, motions to drink, and points to all three.
SANSA: In King's Landing, I was taught that ladies nibbled on sweets, not drink.
DAENERYS: In Qarth, yes. In the Free Cities, no.
ARYA: How is Braavos compared to the other Free Cities?
DAENERYS: In Braavos, a woman drank whenever she wanted to.
ARYA: And what did ladies in Braavos drink?
DAENERYS: I was too young to know, but my brother and I dined with fine ladies of Braavos and they were always drinking. These were the ladies of the merchant class. They drank like drinking were an art form.
ARYA: I was in Braavos.
DAENERYS: Then you know. They were always insistent that afternoon tea be accompanied by champagne and caviar.
ARYA: I wasn't with those fine ladies of Braavos.
DAENERYS: Then you were spared their silly card games. But if I may ask, how did you survive? I only survived by using my last name, and some ladies took charity on my plight as the orphaned girl with a royal last name, but but when I was about to flower, one lady saw profit in matchmaking.
SANSA: I can relate.
ARYA: I survived by begging, and then sold cuckolds in the market before taking an apprenticeship.
DAENERYS: That must have been difficult.
ARYA: It was, but I learned some useful skills.
DAENERYS: Indeed you have, as we all. We would not be here if we hadn't learned useful skills on our journey to Winterfell.
ARYA: You've seen more castles and cities than any of us.
DAENERYS: My journey to Winterfell has been the longest.
SANSA: Which city was the most beautiful?
DAENERYS: Every city is beautiful in its own way, but I prefer ones with lush gardens. Nothing is more beautiful than nature, and the Qarthi bragged that Qarth was the greatest city that ever was and ever will be, but their gardens were the most beautiful.
SANSA: The gardens of Dragons' Landing are beautiful. Everything else about the city is rubbish, but to stroll in the gardens while hearing the ocean in the distance, that's beautiful.
ARYA: Which city had the best booze?
DAENERYS: I can't tell you. I don't drink. Well, not anymore.
The beers arrive.
ARYA and SANSA: You don't drink?
DAENERYS: It dulls the senses and makes judgment difficult.
SANSA: But tonight's your wedding night.
DAENERYS: First of two.
SANSA: We will be family, and one thing you must know about the Starks – we drink. When dad drank, he was funny. What did dad say when he was drunk?
ARYA: Winter is coming, but I've a cellar full of ale, so fuck winter. Then he'd do his drunk dad dance.
SANSA: I miss him.
ARYA: I miss him.
SANSA: He'd have loved to meet you. And mother, she'd had loved to meet you too.
The beers arrive.
DAENERYS: It is my wedding. OK. To family.
SANSA: To family.
ARYA: To family.
Suddenly, JON barges in.
JON: Fucking hell.
DAENERYS: What is it?
JON: We're up against 160 000 undead.
DAENERYS: 160 000? Are you certain?
JON: Bran or the Three-eyed Raven seems to be certain.
DAENERYS: With the Dothraki, the Unsullied, and your men, we have?
JON: 131 847 men. We don't have the numbers.
DAENERYS: But the Battle of the Bastards, you won with less numbers.
JON: Aye, with magic. But this time, the bigger army has magic.
DAENERYS: You forget Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion. The Night King has the bigger army, but we have dragons, three ragons that spew fire from above. One breath from Drogon would decimate hundreds if not thousands of those creatures. Dragons are our magic.
JON, eyes the beers: Sorry for interrupting.
SANSA: We were talking about dad, and his drunken dad dance.
ARYA, snickering: Drunken dad dance. Drunken dad dance.
JON: It was the jig. JON dances the jig in front of his fiance and two sisters. They smile and laugh in the way that women smile when they love a man. JON motions for a beer.
JON: The only time dad wasn't grumpy was when he got drunk.
ARYA: Sometimes, he was genuinely happy. He would have been happy today. And mom too.
SANSA: Mom would have stitched something beautiful for you, Daenerys. Would you wear our mom's wedding dress?
DAENERYS: Yes, I'd love to honour your mother's memory. I had a brother as well. If he were here, he'd be complaining all the time.
ARYA: He sounds like a twat.
DAENERYS: He was. But we can't pick our family.
More beers arrive.
DAENERYS: To family, twats or otherwise.
JON: To the family we lost and the family we'll gain.
SANSA: To family, may we feel at home.
ARYA: To family, may we swear to protect.
Together: TO FAMILY!
They cheer and drink when BRAN pushes his wheelchair from across the hall, but makes no attempt to join the others. BRAN exits the hall.
JON: He's not family anymore, is he?
ARYA: He's the Three-eyed Raven.
SANSA: He gives me the creeps.
ARYA: He gives me the creeps.
JON: We lost our brother to a man who gives my sisters the creeps.
BRAN re-enters.
BRAN: Jon and Daenerys, will you please accompany me to the Crypts?
JON and DAENERYS look at each other and nod.
DAENERYS: We can certainly stroll together, but why the Crypts and not the Godswood?
BRAN: The dead are family too.
ARYA: Can I come?
BRAN: You may.
CUTTO: JON pushing BRAN as DAENERYS, SANSA, and ARYA walk.
BRAN: I have lived a very long life. How long do you think that is?
JON: I can't even fathom. Hundreds, thousands? Ten thousand years?
BRAN: So old I forget. Time loses its urgency as old as I am, but my youngest memory is of the summers without men living in the north. This land was wild without a wall dividing my tree and the other heartwood trees, and I experienced each sunny day with ravens chirping among my branches. Then the Children came, and they napped in the afternoon underneath the leaves of my shady protection. Then men came, and I felt the heartwood trees at my southern flanks chopped and splintered. As men arrived farther north, I felt heartwood tree fall, one right after the other. Then the long winter, then the wall. Then I was alone. For many years I lived alone and silence was my family. So I ask forgiveness in my mannerisms for I am a very old creature used to only silence.
They arrive at the entrance to the Crypts.
BRAN: Would you please help me down?
JON nods. JON lifts BRAN's body and carry him with help from ARYA and SANSA. DAENERYS brings down the wheelchair. The Crypts are dark but lit with candles.
JON places BRAN back into his chair.
BRAN: Thank you. I need to show you something. BRAN wheels himself deeper into the crypts.
BRAN: I have something serious to tell you, but I can gift you something pleasant in return.
ARYA: Like good news bad news?
BRAN: Something like that.
SANSA: Bad news first. The rest nod.
BRAN: This is your father's tomb. Place your hand on top. Do you feel anything?
SANSA and DAENERYS place their hands on EDDARD STARK's tomb. They shake their heads, then ARYA places her hand.
ARYA: I feel it. He's breathing.
BRAN nods.
BRAN: If you're brave, put your ear against it.
ARYA's ears move closer to the crypt. When Arya's ear touches the marble, the audience hears a hiss.
BRAN: The dead sense the Night King's presence.
ARYA shivers. DAENERYS puts her head to hear, and her eyes grow wide before cringing.
DAENERYS: The dead move.
BRAN: In six weeks, the Night King arrives at Winterfell with his army of 160 000 undead creatures.
JON: It will take four weeks riding horseback to get from Dragons' Landing.
DAENERYS: Without the winds, the Unsullied will have to march on foot. It will take them too long.
JON: That means we're left with 123 847 men.
BRAN: Another thing. The Night's Watch, they need to flee north past the wall. Castle Black was meant to be defended to the north. The southern wall is weak, and easily overwhelmed. The safest place for anyone now is north of the wall.
JON: Because the Night King took his entire army south.
BRAN nods.
JON: Is there fish and game to hunt?
BRAN: Without men to hunt them, more than ever.
JON: Sansa, you know the people at Winterfell. You will need to decide on whether to offer this to them. Surviving the long winter by hunting and fishing will be hard, and it's uncertain whether Castle Black will survive after all this to reopen the gate south, but some may prefer a life north than to face death with the Night King's army.
SANSA: We live in unprecedented times. We all must make hard decisions.
JON: Dani, can we fly to Castle Black tomorrow? I need to warn my brothers.
DAENERYS nods.
DAENERYS: Drogon and Rhaegal must be hungry. We need to feed them.
BRAN: Before you go, I offer you this. All of you place your hand on Eddard Stark. Although only a minute will pass here, you will experience the most important day of his life, the day he wed Caitlyn Tully.
ARYA: Even with his bones hissing?
BRAN: Death is more complicated than only fear, but your many faces have taught you that.
ARYA nods, then puts her hand on Eddard Stark's tomb. In turn, all place their hands.
BRAN: You cannot speak with anyone, they won't hear you. BRAN places his hand on EDDARD STARK's tomb.
CUTTO: WINTERFELL HALL, EDDARD STARK and CAITLYN TULLY sit in the front table. They look like they're in love.
DAENERYS: Your father was handsome.
SANSA: Mom was beautiful.
ARYA, crying: They were happy.
JON hugs ARYA.
Then, BRAN is standing and grabs JON'S hand.
BRAN: JON!
SANSA and ARYA look shocked.
SANSA: You're not the Three-eyed Raven?
BRAN: Not here. I'm me. I live in the past now, and the Three-eyed Raven lives in the present.
JON: How?
BRAN: I'm not certain, but when the skeletons attacked his tree, he was scared. At the last moment, he didn't want to die and he pushed his life force into my body.
ARYA: Is he evil?
BRAN: No. Even good men, when scared, do bad things.
JON: How do we get you out?
BRAN: There is no way out for me. But it's OK. I have lived the lives of hundreds of people, but my favourite is always this moment.
DAENERYS: Which moment?
BRAN: You must be Daenerys Stormborn. A pleasure to meet you.
The crowd in the hall start clanking their glasses, and suddenly EDDARD's face blushes red and he kisses CAITLYN.
BRAN: This moment. I've seen many men kiss women, but his kiss to her was a love for life.
JON: The Night King, you've met him?
BRAN, revealing the burn on his forearm: He touched me here when we were here in this world. Travelling to the past is powerful magic, but he saw me in the past and touched me. He is a powerful being, do not doubt that.
Suddenly, the bedding ceremony happens. Doors from the opposite room open, and a crowd swarms in.
EDDARD STARK rises, then:
EDDARD STARK: I said no bedding ceremony! His voice booms through the hall, and the room is silent and everyone is still.
EDDARD: Caitlyn, let's go.
CAITLYN: My pleasure to.
EDDARD holds CAITLYN's hand then they leave the hall.
DAENERYS: Your father should have been king.
All nod.
JON: The Night King, does he have a weakness?
BRAN: I don't know.
DAENERYS: Does he fly?
BRAN: No.
DAENERYS: Then he has a weakness.
JON and ARYA smile.
A roar is heard.
DAENERYS: Drogon. He's calling. Jon, we should go. Actually, all of us should go. When I was in Qarth, the warlocks there almost imprisoned me in an illusion. We should all go.
Everyone except BRAN nods. They hold hands.
JON: Goodbye Bran. Three-eyed Raven, we wish to return.
Silence.
SANSA and ARYA: Three-eyed Raven!
Silence.
DAENERYS: Three-eyed Raven, I am the mother of dragons. I wish for us to return. DAENERYS roars like DROGON and camera pans out.
CUTTO: BRAN in his wheelchair pushed back, fatigue on his face. DAENERYS, JON, SANSA, and ARYA are back in the Crypts.
BRAN, eyes slowly opening: Mother, my apologies. My power grows weak here.
DAENERYS: Jon, we need to go feed our dragons.
CUTTO: DAENERYS and JON ride down the hill, with servants pushing two butchered carcasses down.
JON: Should we not trust Bran?
DAENERYS: I've learned a valuable lesson about the powerful. Never trust them blindly. Only when their goals match your own can one forge an alliance. With the Three-eyed Raven, I can't discern his goal.
JON: He wants to kill the Night King.
DAENERYS: But why?
JON: I don't know. There's a lot about him I don't know.
DAENERYS: Exactly. But we know he's capable of murder.
JON: Murder?
DAENERYS: To take over another person's body through magic – wouldn't you consider that as heinous as taking a person's body with sword?
JON: Indeed.
DAENERYS: When you spoke of the Night King, I knew it, but I didn't feel it. I don't know how to better explain, but there's a difference between knowing something and feeling that fact. When the Three-eyed Raven took us to the Crypts, that's when I felt it. I imagine it was the same feeling when you encountered the Night King at Hardhome.
JON: You felt the fear.
DAENERYS: A fear so deep and pervasive, I can think of nothing else.
JON: I'm sorry you have to feel this.
DAENERYS: But it is the truth of our reality.
JON nods.
DAENERYS: But speaking with Bran, the real Bran, I came to realize our greatest weapon against the greatest fear I've ever known.
JON: Drogon and Rhaegal.
DROGON and RHAEGAL stand before the audience. As DAENERYS approaches them, DROGON and RHAEGAL bend their necks down so she can cradle them. DAENERYS dismounts.
DAENERYS: Drogon, Rhaegal, my babies. Mother loves you.
They cuddle.
DAENERYS: An enemy greater than any other marches south with his army of 160 000 undead creatures.
DROGON hisses.
DAENERYS: You feel him?
DROGON stomps his frontclaw into the ground.
DAENERYS: I felt him too. He is a powerful creature, but he has never seen dragons.
DROGON and RHAEGAL scream. DAERNYS nods and the SERVANTS feed the carcasses to DROGON and RHAEGAL.
DAENERYS: I'm sorry Jon, but we have to return to Dragons' Landing tomorrow. We must return south as soon as possible. Every day matters.
JON: Each day we have means twenty-four hours more of preparation.
DAENERYS: Exactly.
JON: I love you Dani, my queen.
DAENERYS: I love you, my king.
CUTTO: WINTERFELL, dining hall but furnished like a church with pews on either side. Flowers adorn a path to the front where JON waits with a bouquet of pines and conifers. JON is dressed regally and ARYA and SANSA are by his side. BRAN is in the front in a wheelchair, stoic.
Camera changes to JON's perspective. Audience sees the double doors, and as music plays, the doors thrust open. DAENERYS, dressed for her wedding, escorted by BRIENNE. The crowd in Winterfell rise, and DAENERYS walks down the aisle, gleaming, happy, and happy with BRIENNE as her escort. JON smiles as they reach the front. BRIENNE curtseys and hands DAENERYS' hand to the king.
BRIENNE: My queen, my king. It is not only my duty to serve, but it is my pleasure. I wish you both much happiness.
DAENERYS: I meant what I said. You are forever welcomed to serve in the Queen's Royal Guard.
JON: Or the king's. Thank you for your help to escort Sansa to safety at Winterfell.
BRIENNE bows, then kisses the hand of JON then DAENERYS. BRIENNE exits.
JON: When we first met, I could tell you didn't like me.
DAENERYS: When we first met, I didn't. You were king in the north, and I was supposed to be queen of Westeros. DAENERYS smiles. But I fell in love. When we seized King's Landing, I fell in love with you.
JON: It takes capturing a city to make you fall in love with a man?
DAENERYS: What can I say, I'm the mother of dragons. I have high expectations.
They both laugh.
PRIEST, to JON: Do you swear, by the old gods and the new, to honour, protect, and love Daenerys, for as long as you both shall live?
JON: I do.
PRIEST, to DAENERYS: Do you swear, by the old gods and the new, to honour, cherish, and love Jon, for as long as you both shall live?
DAENERYS: I do.
PRIEST: You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection.
They do.
JON: I love you, my queen.
DAENERYS: I love you, my king.
JON and DAENERYS: Together, we will rule the world. They kiss.
JON: Even with Daenerys' army, we're 140 000. But we're not undead. We get tired. How the fuck am I supposed to defend the North against 160 000 undead.
BRAN: Westeros is 30 million strong.
THE NIGHT KING: HOLD THE LINE! HOLD THE LINE!
DROGON and RHAEGAL approach.
CUTTO: Winterfell hall. Feast.
JON: But through the years, I realized, when life is just, everyone follows the rules. When life is good, things are just. But for most, sadly for most, those who write the rules don't follow them.
