What can I say that hasn’t already been said a thousand times already? There won’t be any spoilers here, but those of you that have seen the episode or read the books will know what I’m talking about.
I waited two years for this scene to play out. Not as much as the people who read it on the release of Storm of Swords back in 2000. (Don’t hold it against me, I was only 5 years old at the time.) But I knew what was coming. I’ve known it for years.
And you know what?
It still shocked me. It still offered that tiny glimmer of hope that we dare to harvest when turning each page and sitting down for the next episode. They’ve made plenty of (good) changes this season, but I knew this wasn’t going to be any different from the books. It couldn’t have been. And I knew that. But it’s still a cold, hard punch in the gut, even if you’ve seen the fist flying for miles and miles away. So even knowing what was coming didn’t lessen the impact that much. Maybe it was the way in which it was handled, but it was still a shock regardless. And you know what? That’s what makes Game of Thrones the best show of TV of all time.
I don’t know how I’m going to handle the next two episodes…even though I know what’s coming. For those of you who don’t…well, you’re in for a treat. Plenty of them. But you just might not like the taste…