The deception of two powerful families--kings and queens, knights and renegades, liars and honest men-- playing a deadly game for control of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, and to sit atop the Iron Throne
Looking forward to the final season. It's the conclusion of a story that I first started reading back in 2000 or so.
This episode relied mostly on interpersonal interactions and moments, which was a nice breather from the ending of the last season.
Although, seeing the dragon special effects, I'm continually amazed. They're better than the dragons in many movies. Even ten years ago, I couldn't have imagined a fantasy TV series being this successful, this acclaimed. Yet, here we are, with Game of Thrones finishing up, and a prequel, Lord of the Rings, and Wheel of Time series in the offing, all hoping to pick up the torch.
I liked the new opening. I'm guessing it's going to be a lot more customised per episode this season. In particular, we can probably expect to see that tidal wave of dark tiles from the Breach proliferating ever further across the game-board.
Jaime: Umm, hi bran.
Bran: Could you push me?
Bran: The wheelchair. Push?
Jaime: The things I do for love.
Samwell: Oh, hey guys! I can hold the door for you.
Daenarys: Where are my dragons? No, seriously. They were just here.
Jaime: I don't believe you.
Daenarys: Fine. It was me all along. *removes Dany-mask to reveal Arya*
Bran: Hang on. Daenarys isn't dead. How did you get her face?
Arya: I don't know. How did Jaqen make a body with my face?
Samwell: A question to ask of the night.
Melisandre: The night is dark and...
Varys: Don't say it. Don't effin say it.
Aegon Targaryen: Didn't I banish you from the north?
Melisandre: You aren't a king at the moment.
Mr. Seaworth: Boo! *Melisandre vanishes in a puff of flame*
Mr. Seaworth: Nothing is literally better than a red priestess.
Arya: Nothing isn't better or worse than anything. Nothing is just nothing.
Jaime: You must be fun at parties.
Arya: I am. *Flings food at Jaime*
Mr. Seaworth: That must be liberating.
Sandor: It's not. Where's my chicken? Did you throw my chicken away?
Arya: Maybe it flew away? The little bird has wings does it not?
Samwell: Are you guys coming in or not? I've been holding this door for quite some time now.
Jaime: My apologies. *pushes Bran*[/sblock]