EPISODE 8. THE PRINCE

WINTERFELL

The door to the study opens and Robin Arryn follows his cousin Sansa into the study. "You will release my stepfather immediately or I will order the Knights of the Vale back to the Eyrie…" He removes his gloves and slam then on the desk as he sits down.

"Perhaps you should read these before you make any rash decisions…"

Robin hesitantly accepts the letters and read them in silence, "My Father! This can't be true…"

"I am afraid it is dear cousin…Your mother loved Petyr Baelish always has, but he was infatuated with my mother your aunt…When I was at the Eyrie your mother caught Baelish kissing me…"

He looks at Sansa with teary eyes, "Do you love him?"

"By the gods no!" She replies face twisted up, "Your mother got insanely jealous and attacked me...Baelish threw your mother from the moon gate…All a part of his sick plan to take the Iron Throne…he confessed to me here that he loved me…But only because I resemble my mother whom he truly loves…" Sansa gets up and walks around the table, "Your father Jon Arryn was well respected and beloved man…honor his memory and be strong as he was…"

Robin's face twist into pure rage, "Take me to him I want to see that bastard…"

Petyr Baelish

Petyr sits on the edge of his cot eating when Sansa appears with Robin and Brienne. "Rob thank the gods you are here…" He pauses noticing the look on his face, "Rob?"

"You killed my father!"

Baelish gestures at Sansa, "You don't believe that lying bitch? She tried to seduce me you know…"

Robin looks at Sansa then back at Baelish, "I don't believe you…" Robin replies with an edge in his voice.

"I've been like a father to you…"

"My father was Jon Arryn…Whom you poisoned…"

"The Lannisters poisoned your father…He learned that Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen were bastards…the children of Cersei by her own brother…"

Robin shakes his head, "I can't stand the sight of you…"

Petyr sneers, "You spoiled little weakling…Do you think the Lords of the Vale will follow a frail little boy who sucked on his mother's tits until he was eight years old…No if not Yohn Royce the Cobrays will rise up and remove your fucking head…And I will be there…"

Robin wants to run away, but as Sansa told him he is the son of Jon Arryn. He looks at Sansa, "I have my family…My true family…The Starks…The Tullys…If any of the Vale Lords step out of line they will be crushed…As for you Petyr Baelish…I cannot wait to see your head roll from your body…"

"You almost sound like a real man…boy."

"I am Robin Arryn Lord of the Vale and the Eyrie…son of Jon Arryn…And I sentence you Petyr Baelish to death…"
"I have not had a trial…"

Robin smiles, "This is your trial…and you have been found guilty by me your lord…"

"I demand a trial by combat…"

"Combat will not save you…" Robin replies and they walk away.

"You did well your father would be proud…" Sansa says, Robin ignores her and keeps walking.

"He still has a lot of growing up to do…" Brienne says.

Sansa looks at her, "I don't think so…He reminds me of Theon when he came home the first time after he visited that whore house in Winter Town."

"That would make a boy feel like man…"

When Robin entered his room a young woman by the name of Mya Stone another bastard of Robert Baratheon is waiting for him. "Robin!" She says in excitement, then she frowns, "Are you alright?"

"No! I just learned that the man I idolized sense my father's death had a hand in poisoning him…along with my mother…"

She kisses his cheek, "I am so sorry…" Mya sits down beside him and they hold each other.

King's Landing

The Unsullied along with the Golden Company, march through the city restoring order, arresting looters, rapists, and Iron Born in hiding. Daenarys had ordered the wanted posters for Arya and the decrees concerning daily executions taken down. First she had to meet with Jon Connington alone to pay him for his services.

They meet in the Tower of the Hand, "Lord Connington welcome and thank you for your assistance against the Iron Born."

"Your gratitude will be shown in the payment I was promised by the Stark Assassin girl…"

"I wouldn't refer to her as girl in her presence…I can offer you Lordship of your choice in any of the cities of Dragon's Bay…any taxes you collect will be paid in tribute to me of fifteen percent…"

He smiles, "A generous offer…I hear all the Baratheons are dead…"

"I am sorry but I already promised the Stormlands to another…"

He sighs, "Then I will take Qarth as my payment for services rendered…I would also like your help in securing a wife…"

"And your continued support in ending slavery throughout all of Essos…Volantis is still holding out…along with a few other cities…"

"Very good then…" He bows, then Dany summons the rest of the leaders who aided her in taking the Iron Throne…" Arya, Gendry, Olenna, Ellaria, Jorah, Tyrion, Daario, Yara, and Theon who is nervous because of Arya. Jon Connington stays to be a part of the meeting. "And what brings Daario Naharis across the Narrow sea, when commanded that he stay in Mereen and enforce my will?"

"The fault is mine m'lady…" Jorah says speaking up. "His men grew restless in Mereen…I suggested he set sail considering that and the fact you may have needed his help…"

"Well on the next available tide you will return to Mereen…"

"Begging your pardon your grace…" Ellaria says speaking up, "I would not part with my future son-law as he is to marry my daughter Princess Nymeria…"

She looks at Daario and notices that he is holding Nymeria's hand, "Is this true?"

"Yes my Queen…"

She sighs smiling on the inside that he is now over her, "Very well…I hope the two of you will marry here in the Capital that I may be witness…The next order of business…"

"Begging your pardon my Queen…" Tyrion says speaking up, "My brother…I have heard rumors from the Iron Born and the servants that he is still alive…"

Daenarys looks at Arya, "My prisoner for what he did to my brother…" Arya says with venom, "And all other crimes against my family committed by your wretched family…"

"My father is dead…" Tyrion says speaking, "I had no love for the man…I thank you for killing that bitch Cersei…"

"So do I…" Olenna says interrupting. "May she rot in all seven hells…"

Tyrion nods at Olenna, "That being said my brother is another matter…I don't know if he wants my head but I love him and would ask that you pardon him and release him to my custody…"

Daenarys sighs and looks at Arya, "He pushed my brother to his death…He attacked my Father…" She looks at Dany, "He killed your father…"

"True, but I never my father…Mad King they called him…"

"I am Hand of the Queen…" Tyrion says raising his voice.

"And my brother is King in the North…"

Varys clears his throat before the insults start to fly, "If I may we have more pressing issues to address than old family blood feuds…Lady Stark…Your mother released Jaime into the hands of Lady Brienne of Tarth…"

"I know the woman!" Arya says staring at Tyrion.

"Lord Jaime agreed to release you and your sister to Brienne…Also Lord Jaime was the one who saved Lady Brienne from rape and charged her with finding and protecting your sister even after Cersei wanted her head…Also Lord Tyrion married your sister…But he never consummated the marriage out of respect to your sister…"

Dany looks at Arya, "I ask for the sake of peace…that you release Jaime Lannister into Lord Tyrion's hands…if you start a war with him out of obligation I would have to support him as my chosen Hand…"

Arya looks at Dany, "You have an obligation to me and my family as well…"

Dany was about to reply when Gendry raises his hand and touches Arya on the shoulder, "Arya for me…let it go…"

She looks at Gendry, "I cannot speak for the rest of my family, but I release Jaime Lannister to Lord Tyrion…" the whole time she spoke she was looking at Gendry.

"Thank the seven that is settled…" Olenna says in relief.

Dany looks at Arya, "Thank you…"

"Don't thank me thank Gendry…"

She smiles and nods at Gendry, "Because of what is happening in the North…My coronation will have to wait…as will many other things…I will fly North on Drogon…Lady Arya will be accompanying me…"

"My Queen is that wise?" Jorah asks.

"It is…While I am away Lord Tyrion as my Hand will be in charge…"

Tyrion

After the meeting Arya leads Tyrion to the room where Jaime is being watched by Unella."Well I'll be damned…If it isn't my little brother…"

"Come Unella…" Arya says and they leave them alone.

"How are you Jaime?"

He smirks, "How am I? My legs are broken…I can't walk…The woman I love is dead…My own brother killed my father…Now he stands in front of me…Part of me wants to rip your fucking head off…The other part wants to hug you..."

"They pushed me into a corner…"

"You had a way out…"

"On the wall…That was not the life for me…I no more poisoned Joffrey than Sansa did…"

Jaime sighs, "They say time heals all wounds…It will take time Tyrion for me to forgive you…"

"Fair enough…In the meantime the Queen has pardoned you and placed you in my custody…"

Daenarys

Another day passed before Dany could leave King's Landing as Arya insisted that Gendry and Unella come with them. Nymeria's sister Obara had taken a liking to Gendry one of the reasons she wanted Gendry to leave with them. Varys, Jorah, Missandei, Grey Worm, and Daario walk behind Dany as she makes her way to the old Dragon Pit. "Send the ravens to the remaining western lords…Tell them the war is over…I Daenarys Targaryen am Queen…All prisoners of war must be released immediately…"

"There is a situation in the Stormlands my Queen…" Varys says speaking up, "Gordon Estermont is claiming lordship of the Stormlands since all the Baratheons are all dead…His aunt was married to Lord Steffon Baratheon…"

"Do any of the Storm lords support him…" Jorah asks.

"Houses Grandison, Peasebury, and Wylde all support his claim…He has sent an official request for lordship…"

Dany pauses before the gates of the Dragon pit, "I promised lordship of the Stormlands to Arya Stark's man Gendry…Invite Estermont to the capital I will deal with him in person when I return…" When she enters the Dragon Pit Arya, Gendry, and Unella are waiting a safe distance from the two Dragons. But it is Tyrion Lannister who holds everyone's attention as he is saddling Drogon with help from Grey Worm and a few Unsullied guards. Dany smiles and walks up to Tyrion, "What is all this?"

"Well the last time you fell from the Drogon I thought it a good idea to make a saddle for them…I commissioned it after we took the city…"

Dany pulls Tyrion on to the side, "My Dragons do not take to many people easily…You seem to be a natural…"

"Well they are very intelligent…Long ago I had a dream about Dragons…"

Dany smiles, "Is that so…"

"Yes…"

She kneels down in front him, "When I return there is something I wish to speak with you about…"

"I am yours to command my Queen…"

Dany waves over Arya, Gendry, and Unella. One by one starting with Arya Dany allows the Dragons to smell them and with comforting words tell the Dragons they are friends. Arya sits in the saddle with Dany while Gendry and Unella ride Rhaegal. Everyone waves as the two Dragons leap up into the air and fly off.

Jon

The march to Winterfell was slow because of the high snow and traveling with all the wagons made things even slower. Eventually it was Tormund who suggested the wheels be removed and replaced with flat boards. The operation didn't take long as many people helped. The next problem was food, the Night's Watch salvaged what they could from Castle Black. Jon's army had bought food with them, but because of the weather the supply lines were cut off. The refugees from the gift and the Karstark army and small folk ate through what they had. The Karstarks had run out of food when they arrived to help fight. Hunting was problem because of the Dragon that was following from the air. Every now and then it would fly off to hunt and return a few days later, or it would kill a horse that broke its leg or an animal that wondered from the army.

"There has been no sign of the White Walkers…" Davos says to Jon from his horse.

Jon looks up at the Dragon, "I think we have our scaly friend to thank for that…"

"If he is here I wonder if Daenarys has complete control over them."

Bran rides up with Meera his legs are strapped to the saddle. "He is here because of you Jon and his name is Viserion…" Jon sighs, "Until you start believing in yourself and accept who you are that Dragon will never bond with you and Lightbringer will never work…"

Jon urges his horse away from them. There were too many expectations from too many people, and so many fears for Jon to overcome. A life time worth of resentment from Lady Catelyn Stark; never feeling like a true Stark among the others growing up at Winterfell. "White Walker!" Someone screams drawing Jon out of his thoughts. He urges his horse through the snow to the right flank where a White sits on a horse. It has blue eyes and wears the armor of a man of the Vale.

"They are following us…" Davos says.

"They are attacking villages in the area…We must hurry…" Bran says.

On they push day after day making camp every three days. The dead would appear but they keep their distance watching and waiting for what? Only the gods knew. Soon a rider from Deep Wood Moat appears. He tells them the castle was overrun by the dead, but Lady Glover escaped to a boat and fled to Bear Island. Soon Winterfell comes into view and the people cheer. When Bran enters the courtyard Sansa runs up pulling him off the horse and hugs him. People are given fresh food, clothes, the sick and wounded are tended to as well.

Because of all the refugees a wooden wall is erected around the camp outside Winterfell. The main hall is converted into a recovery room for the wounded and sick. Bran has Sandor bring him to the Were-tree and Bran dives further into the past than he thought he could. He smiles at Meera and Sandor when he returns to his mind. Then Jon meets with the leaders in the study. "We cannot feed and house all these people…We must send them to Moat Cailin or further south…" Sansa says.

"We ran into a man from Deep Wood he said the castle was overrun…Lady Glover fled to Bear Island…" Said Davos.

"I will send a Raven to Stone Bear and instruct Sir Venson to grant the food and shelter…" Lyanna says speaking up.

Jon looks at Davos, "Sir Davos ask for volunteers to escort those who cannot fight to Moat Cailin…"

"Yes your Grace…"

"What of the wounded?" Edmure asks.

"Those who can be moved will be and those who cannot must remain here…Has there been any word from Torrhen Square…Stony Shore?"

"A raven arrived three weeks ago from Torrhen's Square we advised Lord Talhart to head for Moat Cailin…The people of Stony Shore will have to move as well…"

"Perhaps we should consider moving to White Harbor…" Lord Karstark suggests.

"The journey is too long…"

"We should send word to Lord Manderly tell him to seal the tombs… all tombs…The Night King will wake them up as well…" Bran says speaking up.

Sam stands up holding Lightbringer, "Speaking of the Night King…" He walks up to Jon, "Jon…I mean your Grace…This is the sword Lightbringer…" Jon sighs and takes the sword there is a feint glow on the blade. "You have to say Fire and light in Old Valyrian to activate the power of the sword…"

Jon sighs, "Perhaps this should be done outside…" They all go outside and Jon raises the sword, "Dracaerys…nim' Loa!" Nothing happens.

"You must believe Jon…" Bran says with Sandor carrying him, "Otherwise it will not work and we are all doomed…You must accept you are a Stark…You must accept the fact that you are also of Targaryen blood…Let go and awaken the Dragon…Azar Ahai was the one of the first Targaryens…He had an older brother who started the Valyrian Empire…There mother was aunt to Bran the Builder…She crossed the Narrow sea in search of adventure and fell in love with Azar Ahai's father…And now we have come full circle…I saw it when I touched the Were-tree."

Later on Petyr Baelish stands in the courtyard for judgment. "Good men of Vale…I am Robin Arryn…My father is Jon Arryn…He was murdered in a plot between my own mother and Petyr Baelish…I know what many of you must think of me…I am not that weak little boy…I know who I am and where I came from…I ask that you follow me as you always have followed House Arryn…Know that I will not fail you…"

"Pretty speech…" Baelish says standing between two guards.

"Lord Baelish…" Davos says reading the charges, "You are accused of betraying the Hand of the King Lord Eddard Stark after he learned the true parentage of Prince Joffrey…Princess Mrycella, and Prince Tommen…" They learned this from Sam's book. "You are charged with conspiring with Lysa Arryn Nee' Tully to poison Lord Jon Arryn former Lord of the Vale…Former Hand of the King…Robin Arryn current Lord of the Vale sentences you to death…Do you have any last words?"

"I demand a trial by combat…"

"Is there any here who would champion the accused?"

"I will!" Sir Rine says, a man of House Cobray, but when Sandor Clegane steps forward to champion Robin Arryn he declines. "I respectfully withdraw as Lord Baelish's champion." Some people laugh as he runs off.

"Unless the accused wishes to represent himself…"

"I demand to be allowed to take the black…"

All eyes turn on Lord Commander Tollet. He stands up, "Lord Baelish! Recently men allowed to take the Black committed treason against their brothers and murdered Lord Commander Jeor Mormont. These men were pardoned for their crimes…It is the policy of the Night's Watch not to take criminals anymore…You are a murderer and need to face justice…"

"Is this justice!" Baelish yells as Jon walks up Lightbringer in hand. "Mercy! Mercy! By the gods Mercy!" Sansa smirks as Baelish begs for his life. He is forced to his knees, Jon raises his sword. The people cheer as his head hits the ground. The body is burned and the head placed on a pike.

Four days after the execution, "WHITE WALKERS!" The lookout screams from the tower. The people get into position on the battlements and outside the castle. Davos leads the heavy Calvary out against the undead smashing through their ranks. Flaming arrows are fired from the wall. Many whites die to fire and Tollet's sword. Jon decides to join them and cuts down white after white. Then the dead start retreating when a roar splits the sky. Then a second roar fills the air, as two Dragons descend on the battlefield spewing fire. The dead retreat in all directions from Winterfell.

Jon is mesmerized by the platinum white haired beauty dismounting the black Dragon. "Jon!" Arya says punching his arm.

"Arya…You have gotten tall…"

"Is that all you have to say?" They hug as people gather around, the white and gold Dragon lands beside his brothers.

"My name is Daenarys Targaryen Jon Snow…You and I need to talk…"

They decide to speak in private with the Northern leaders standing outside the door. When they emerge from the room several hours have passed. Daenarys leads Jon to the Dragons crouched outside the castle. "Stay back…" Dany commands, when they reach the Dragons Dany looks at Drogon, "Dracarys!" The large Black Dragon spews fire on them both bathing both Dany and Jon in fire.

"JON!" Arya screams, but Bran grabs her hand.

When the fire stops everyone even the Free Folk drop to their knees because both Dany and Jon are naked and still alive. Jon's hair is as white as Dany's. he holds up Lightbringer and says the words, the sword bursts into flames.