The Iron Throne

TYRION LANNISTER walks silently through the smoldering desolation of King's Landing as soldiers mill in the distance. Everything is covered in filthy soot and small fires continue to burn. His eyes looks skyward as his memories replay. Flakes of ash float in the air. He passes piles of brick and broken beams, and small fires that speckle the devastation. He passes the prone body of a blond girl, the first of many charred and incinerated corpses. He does not pause.

A man comes towards TYRION, shambling in a state of shock. His bare chest is streaked with soot, and his pants are in tatters. TYRION looks back as he passes. The whole of the man's back is burned away severely. TYRION continues forward, with JON SNOW and SER DAVOS SEAWORTH trailing behind him. TYRION chokes down his rage as he walks. The bodies here have been reduced to skeletons, even those who were hiding indoors.

TYRION, JON, and DAVOS pause at mangled body of a Lannister soldier.

TYRION walks forward, alone. He turns a corner and pauses to take in the ruins of the Red Keep, then continues onward.

Unsullied soldiers stand at attention behind a line of kneeling Lannister prisoners. GREY WORM paces in front of them.

JON and DAVOS enter, along with their men. JON comes face-to-face with GREY WORM.

GREY WORM draws his dagger, but JON grabs hold of his arm to stay him. As one, the Unsullied lower their spears and step into battle stance. The Stark soldiers respond by drawing their weapons to defend their King.

GREY WORM and JON continue to stare each other down.

The tension is broken and JON looks down. Accepting DAVOS's council, he releases GREY WORM's arm. They begin to walk away and the Unsullied return to attention. GREY WORM slits the throat of the first Lannister soldier. The man grunts softly as GREY WORM pushes him forward to die. JON and DAVOS exit.

TYRION walks under the arcade leading to the map courtyard of the Red Keep. A great crack runs the length of the Westeros map, and piles of debris cover both sides of the broken floor. Ash flakes fall like snow. TYRION enters the chamber at the far side. He picks up a metal torch from the floor and continues further into the castle.

TYRION moves by torchlight down a circular stairway leading below the Keep. He reaches the bottom and his eyes search the cavernous room. Archways are filled with rubble, impassable. TYRION spies a crack of light in one archway. He places the torch on the ground.

TYRION enters the cellar chamber containing the dragon skulls. He climbs a pile of rubble and comes upon JAIME LANNISTER's golden hand, half buried amongst the bricks. TYRION kneels, then bows as he touches the hand in grief. As he straightens, he takes away a single heavy brick and tosses it aside. He moves a second brick and then a third. JAIME's body starts to become visible. TRYION begins to weep, painfully. He fights back the tears, and begins to work again. After a few bricks, his sobs overtake him. Still mostly buried corpses, JAIME lays holding CERSEI LANNISTER. TYRION bawls, and smashes a brick repeatedly in frustration. He props himself up to look at his siblings. He sobs again.

ARYA STARK walks through the streets, taking in the piles of debris and bodies. She is soot covered, her face bloody and filthy. Nearby, the Dothraki shout. She looks beyond the arches where the mounted Dothraki forces have amassed.

Amongst the Dothraki, JON strides forward. The Dothraki are still filled with battle lust, and their horses are antsy for action. After passing through the wild Dothraki, JON reaches the phalanx of disciplined Unsullied. He continues forward to a great staircase leading to a ruined structure. An expansive Targaryan flag hangs over the left side of the ruined facade.

Further back, ARYA also walks forward, staying under the arcade to the left of the riled Dothraki.

JON reaches the foot of the staircase, lined by Unsullied on each side. He ascends towards GREY WORM above. A dragon roars in the distance. JON takes a deep breath as he looks up at GREY WORM at the top of the stairs. DROGON roars again. As the dragon files over the Dothraki, they cheer wildly. DROGON glides over the ruined facade. JON renews his ascent.

JON reaches the top of the stairs. DAENERYS TARGARYEN walks stoically from within the ruin of the building. DROGON roars and unfurls behind her. His wings appearing to expand from her soldiers, making her the image of a true dragon queen. DROGON then launches into the air. DAENERYS reaches the grand terrace, its staircase flanked by the disciplined Unsullied. She surveys the devastation of King's Landing, which continues to burn and smolder as far as the eye can see. JON walks to the wings as she takes her place in the center of the terrace, looking out over the ranks of the Unsullied, and the shouting Dothraki horde behind them. DAENERYS breathes deeply as she takes in her triumph, her destiny.

The Unsullied stand at rigid attention. The controlled stillness of the Unsullied provides stark contrast to the wild Dothraki ululations behind them.

The Dothraki, still mounted continue to celebrate in their visceral fashion. They waive their raises swords and cheer wildly. Their horses churn amongst themselves, feeding on the energy of their riders.

The Dothraki horde quiets and looks up to their khaleesi.

The Dothraki cheer.

DROGON lands on a ruined building to her left, and lets out a screeching roar. The Dothraki return the cheer, and resume their wild cries of celebration, waiving their weapons once again. From DAENERYS"s left, JON looks on with concern. DAENERYS surveys her forces with pride and satisfaction. She turns to speak to GREY WORM.

GREY WORM steps forward from her right.

The Unsullied thump their spears in a unison of slow triplets. GREY WORM steps back. From behind the terrace, TYRION approaches, his face a mask of malice.

The Unsullied thump their spears.

The Unsullied thump their spears as DAENERYS continues her speech. JON and TYRION watch her, stone faced and roiling.

DROGON roars and the Unsullied thump in threes.

DROGON answers with a roar. The Unsullied answer by thumping their spears rhythmically. Behind them, ARYA looks on with disgust.

DAENERYS savors the moment. The Unsullied thump. DROGON roars. The Dothraki go wild, horses rearing.

TYRION takes a deep breath, passes JON, and approaches DAENERYS cautiously from behind. He stands to her right to take in the scene. DAENERYS looks at him, satisfied. DROGON roars. The celebrations continue, spears thumping in rhythm and Dothraki screaming amok.

They face one another. TYRION devastated and resigned, DAENERYS haughty. They lock eyes. TYRION removes his Queen's Hand brooch. He tosses it away in disgust. The brooch bounces half way down the steps, landing at the feet of an Unsullied warrior. The celebrations come to a quiet. DAENERYS and TYRION continue to take measure of one another. DAENERYS makes her decision.

Two Unsullied step forward and flank TYRION. The dwarf accepts his fate, turns his back to the courtyard, and walks slowly away. The Unsullied pivot and walks beside him. TYRION gives JON a look that demands that JON come to his own reckoning of DAENERYS's slaughter of King's Landing. JON's sorrowful visage is weighed by the gravity of the situation. He watches GREY WORM lead TYRION away. JON turns back to look at DAENERYS. She is both transcendent and horrible. She sees JON's inner conflict, and chooses to let him think. She walks away from the courtyard, her Unsullied falling in line behind her. JON watches her go.

JON steps into the courtyard behind the terrace and looks on as DAENERYS continues to walk on. He suddenly notices that ARYA has appeared silently at his side.

Gathering himself, JON notices the cuts and wounds across ARYA's face. He takes hold of her.

They watch DAENERYS walk away with her Unsullied.

JON starts to leave, but ARYA grabs his arm to halt him.

JON descends a staircase, followed by an Unsullied warrior. He looks at the two Unsullied guards at the foot of the staircase, then hands Longclaw back to his minder. He strides past the Unsullied.

An Unsullied warrior opens the door for JON, who walks past him into a large, darkened storeroom strewn with cabinets, tables, pots, and crates. The door shuts behind JON as he comes upon TYRION who sits on the floor, back against a small wooden pen.

TYRION stands and approaches JON.

JON sits, overwhelmed, and inhales deeply. TYRION walks closer to him.

TYRION turns and walks towards one of the tables opposite JON.

TYRION stops and looks at JON, impressed.

JON sniffles and wipes his nose before answering.

JON weighs TYRION's words, somber and distraught.

JON exhales shakily. Then he stands, regaining his composure.

JON pats TYRION's shoulder, and rests his hand there.

JON walks back to the door and knocks to call the guards.

Keys rattle outside the door and it swings open. The guard stands at attention. JON ponders, then leaves quickly. The Unsullied guard shuts the door.

JON strides the length of an arcade that is lined by Unsullied soldiers.

JON walks in the snowy courtyard. The piles of rubble are covered by a layer of snow. More snow falls from the grey and blustery sky. He looks up at the Red Keep as he walks, approaching a passageway that leads to the Keep. As he approaches the passage, the large pile of snow before him cracks, then undulates and expands. It is DROGON, awakened from slumber. The blanket of snow that enveloped him falls away. The dragon growls and extends himself to smell JON, who stands motionless before the great beast. DROGON growls softly, and curls back around himself, accepting JON's presence. JON walks past him and into the dark passage.

DAENERYS walks out of the darkness into the half-demolished throne room. The Iron Throne sits untouched, surrounded by dust and snow. Open sky extends beyond it, where the wall of the Red Keep once stood. The wind blows and snow falls directly into the room. DAENERYS pauses, then walks to the Iron Throne, past the twisted and broken waste. She touches the hilt of one of the countless swords that have been forged into the throne. With a faint smile, DAENERYS takes in the enormity of the completion of her life's quest. She turns and looks back across the length of the hall.

JON emerges from the same entryway that DAENERYS used. He walks towards her. She descends the steps to meet him, happy to share her victory with him.

DAENERYS takes on a defensive demeanor in response to JON's anger.

DAENERYS does not respond.

DAENERYS comes closer, hopeful and bright.

DAENERYS embraces JON.

They kiss, passionately. JON's right arm thrusts as they kiss. He grunts as his blade pierces DAENERYS through the heart. Their lips part. Panting, DAENERYS looks down at the blade in her torso, then up into JON's eyes. They both pant and gasp. DAENERYS falls back, JON holding her up with both arms. Her eyes glaze in pain and disbelief. She takes shallow, panting breaths as small rivulets of blood run from her mouth and nose. She dies. JON exhales sharply and begins to weep.

JON cradles her dead body. In the distance, DROGON screeches. The dragon past, then circles back to the throne room. DROGON roars and growls as he scrambles slowly towards JON and DAENERYS. He sniffs, confused and curious. JON tenderly lays DAENERYS down onto the snow-covered floor and continues his half-embrace as he takes her in.

Behind him, DROGON pushes forward, growling. JON stands and faces the dragon. He steps carefully back to make room. DROGON nuzzles DAENERYS and coos. When she doesn't move, he nuzzles more firmly with his chin. Recognizing she is dead, DROGON gives a short, piercing whistle, then looks directly at JON. A rumbling growl builds as DROGON bares his teeth at JON. He rears back, screeching and whistling, then turns to the sky for a deafening roar. He spreads his wings, balancing on his haunches, roaring and roaring. He brings his forearms down, and looks directly down at JON. He roars and his throat glows as the fire builds in his belly. JON prepares for his immolation.

DROGON lets loose his inferno, extending his neck so that the flames surge past JON's head and burn the castle walls around the Iron Throne. DROGON stops, takes a deep breath, then blasts the Iron Throne with an unyielding conflagration. The mighty throne slowly gives way as DROGON spews fire and roars. The sword tips melt and bend. The throne becomes a glowing, amorphous slag under the relentless flames. It spills and melts away in a molten, flaming heap.

DROGON stops his assault. JON looks at the oozing, burning slag in amazement. Behind him, DROGON nuzzles DAENERYS again. Then the dragon grabs her gently in his hind claw. He takes to the sky, launching over the remains of the Iron Throne. He gives a final roar, and flies gently away.

TYRION lies silently on the floor, eyes open, hands shackled. His beard and hair are longer than when he was last seen with JON. Footsteps approach and the door rattles open. GREY WORM enters, flanked by two Unsullied.

TYRION walks with his hands chained. GREY WORM leads him to the Dragon Pit, with four unsullied marching behind them.

GREY WORM and TYRION reach the entrance to the Dragon Pit. They pass the Unsullied footmen who stand at attention. The large awning tent stands in the center of the pit with many people seated underneath. GREY WORM and TYRION approach the central dais. Seated there in groups lining the sides of the tent are SAMWELL TARLY, a RIVERLANDS LORD, and EDMURE TULLY, then ARYA, BRAN STARK, and SANSA STARK, then SER BRIENNE OF TARTH, DAVOS, GENDRY BARATHEON, and a VALE LORD, then an IRONBORN LORD, YARA GREYJOY, and a DORNISH PRINCE and finally ROBIN ARRYN, MAESTER a Lord of the Vale, and YOHN ROYCE. TYRION glowers at them, meets their eyes, and looks down in shame. GREY WORM stands with disciplined posture at his side.

DAVOS stands.

GREY WORM does not respond.

DAVOS sits.

TYRION looks at GREY WORM, who shakes his head dismissively.

Those on the dais exchange glances. EDMURE seizes the moment. He stands and moves towards the center of the dais.

EDMURE scoffs and looks around for support. He only finds muted laughter and averted gazes as he engages ROBIN, YOHN ROYCE and SAM. He turns to SANSA, whose eyes instruct him to take his seat. Humiliated, EDMURE turns and stumbles as his sword crashes into the post at his side. He sits, then sighs.

SAM clears his throat to get everyone's attention.

SAM stands.

Those gather ponder SAM's suggestion. YOHN ROYCE bursts out laughing, and others follow.

SAM nods uncomfortably at their rejection, then sits.

TYRION shakes his head.

TYRION glances up at GREY WORM, who returns it with a look of loathing of his own.

TYRION looks at GREY WORM, who rebuffs him.

TYRION looks at GREY WORM again. This time, he holds the Imp's gaze.

TYRION walks to BRAN.

The camera zooms in on BRAN, who pauses and blinks before responding.

BRAN gives an almost imperceptibly small knowing smile.

There is a moment of heavy silence while the rest of the council considers. TYRION starts to glance around nervously, awaiting the first response.

SAM nods encouragingly at TYRION, who nods gratefully in return.

EDMURE looks over at his nieces and nephew.

TYRION turns to YOHN ROYCE, who nods in approval.

SANSA turns to BRAN.

BRAN nods once, accepting SANSA's terms.

Everyone stands (except BRAN).

They sit. TYRION bows to BRAN and turns to leave.

TYRION sighs and looks downwards.

TYRION councils a very scruffy looking JON in his cell.

TYRION approaches JON and rests his hand on JON's shoulder. He starts to walk away.

TYRION exits.

JON descends the stairs. The surf roars and seagulls call. Two men of the Night's Watch await him at the bottom of the stairs. They follow him as he continues towards the water. The bay is filled with ships.

JON walks through the busy wharf. He looks up to see GREY WORM in the ship that he is passing. They take measure of one another, then JON looks down and continues on. An UNSULLIED CAPTAIN joins GREY WORM.

The UNSULLIED CAPTAIN nods and exits. The Unsullied prepare their ship for departure.

JON walks along the sea wall. SANSA, ARYA, and BRAN are waiting for him.

JON struggles to find any words.

SANSA gives JON a tearful hug. He holds her close. JON then places his hand on ARYA's shoulder.

JON and ARYA trade nods. ARYA's eyes fill with tears.

A tear slips down ARYA's face. JON wipes it away before pulling her in for a tearful embrace. JON then kneels before BRAN.

JON looks up at BRAN.

BRAN gives JON a small smile. JON rises and sighs. He gives a last look at his three siblings and walks to the ship's boat filled with Night's Watchmen.

BRIENNE sits in the library, paging through the Book of Brothers, which lists the history and deeds of all the knights in Westeros. She comes to the page for SER JAIME LANNISTER. It is only half written, and somewhat sloppily done. She fills his pages in careful script. She pauses to think about how to end the entry. Her final written line is "Died protecting his Queen." She closes the massive tome.

TYRION enters first and looks at the chair inscribed for the hand. He sits down and sighs. He gets up quickly to straighten the other chairs at the table to make the room more presentable. The door opens, and he sits back down at the head of the table. SER BRONN OF THE BLACKWATER, DAVOS, and SAM, who is dressed in maester's garb, enter. BRONN and DAVOS noisily and uncouthly take their seats. TYRION quietly emits some futile protests.

SAM places a large book in front of TYRION.

TYRION starts to flip through the pages.

SAM does not respond.

TYRION cannot believe it. BRONN smirks. TYRION pushes the book aside as the door opens. They stand as BRAN enters, his chair pushed by BRIENNE, now captain of the Kingsguard.

BRIENNE places BRAN at the other head of the table. TYRION sits, and the others follow his lead. They look to BRAN.

PODRICK enters, also a Kingsguard. The small council stands.

PODRICK wheels BRAN around.

BRAN and PODRICK exit. Everyone sits back down.

The wind whistles on a grey day at the wall. A horn sounds as JON and two Night's Watchmen arrive on horseback. The doors are opened for them. Jon breathes deeply, gathering his emotional strength. In the courtyard, TORMUND stands, resting. JON spurs his mount forward. The gate closes behind him. There is a slow fade to black

JON picks up Longclaw from the table.

ARYA sheaths Needle.

Handmaidens adjust the heavy grey gown that SANSA is wearing for her coronation.

ARYA sheaths her Valyrian steel dagger at her hip.

JON sheaths Longclaw at his hip.

Handmaidens continue to dress SANSA. Her sleeves feature Stark direwolf scale-like fur design on the outside and embroidered autumn leaves on the inner lining.

JON rolls a pack of tools.

ARYA unrolls a map on a table. She collapses a spy glass, places it in her pocket, and exits her quarters.

JON walks along a covered snow walkway.

SANSA walks along a torchlit hallway.

ARYA walks through a ship's darkened passageway, then up the steps that lead to the deck.

JON walks slowly down stairs to a landing to look out over the crowd of Night's Watchmen and Free Folk that have gathered in the snowy courtyard. He turns back without speaking.

SANSA enters the crowded Great Hall. As she walks past, everyone kneels before her.

ARYA walks through along the ship's deck as the crew works.

JON walks through the crowd of Free Folk and Night's Watchmen.

Seen from above, SANSA progresses though the hall and her people kneel.

Seen from above, ARYA walks as the crew works efficiently. The ship sails at a steady clip.

Seen from above, JON makes his way through the ragtag crowd of Wildlings. They part to make way for him. GHOST whines, and JON smiles. The direwolf is missing an ear and has other cuts and abrasions. JON walks over and kneels down to pet him. GHOST licks him in return and JON grins.

ARYA stands just behind the direwolf figurehead of her ship. She looks out at the unknown seas ahead and smiles.

JON and TORMUND are mounted behind the gate that leads from Castle Black to the tunnel through the Wall. The gate rises before them.

A braided crown featuring the Stark direwolf at the crest is placed onto SANSA's head. She surveys her subjects and takes a seat on her throne, also adorned with Stark direwolf carvings. Her soldiers draw their swords and salute her.

ARYA stands at the prow and the ship sails to the west. Her sails display the Stark direwolf.

JON rides through the tunnel with TORMUND behind him. GHOST reaches the other side of the Wall first. The Free Folk follow behind them. They move out into the snowy landscape, and the Free Folk chatter happily as they walk. JON stops and looks back as the external gate closes. He glances around at the Free Folk around him and begins moving again. They reach the first expanse of woods, and continue northward.