The TRUE Game of Thrones Ending (Episode 3 to 6 of Season 8)

The Battle of Winterfell (Episode 3 Season 8) Part 1

Samwell Tarly could no longer feel the cold caressing his face, or even thinking about what was going to happen soon. He could see his hands, shaking like leaves in the wind. Anguish ... anguish and the most palpable fear ... that's all that went through it, and not just for him. He almost seemed to emerge as a dream when one of the men in charge of distributing the weapons put a dragonglass dagger in his hand.

_ "Come on, move!" the man with the shaggy beard told him.

Samwell obeyed without really answering, walking towards Winterfell's gates, looking vaguely around him for the last preparations that were taking place. The entire city was on alert. The last groups of unsullied soldiers, marching in perfect rows, went without waiting to the outside of the ramparts in order to rejoin the bulk of the forces. The young Lyanna Mormont, dressed in armor at her size, was busy giving instructions in her loud and sure voice, telling her men to finish placing the last barricades of wood covered with sharp fragments of dragonglass. As she had said, the young lady of Bear Island would fight alongside her men, holding an ax in her hand and a dagger in her belt. Samwell was quite impressed by this temperament. His gaze immediately turned to Gilly, preciously holding little Sam in her arms, and heading with the other women and children of the city towards the crypts to shelter there during the siege, all being accompanied by Missandei and Lord Varys. Samwell paused a few moments and he and Gilly gave themselves a short but sincere kiss.

_"Promise me you will not die," she asked, her throat tight with anxiety.

The fear was like an open book on her face. Samwell swallowed. He remembered her telling him these same words shortly before the battle of the wall against the wildlings. It seemed so far now. Samwell had managed to survive barely, but he feared that this time it would be much more difficult.

_ "I promise you," Samwell replied with more or less confidence. "And you, little guy, I'm counting on you to take care of your mother." he added to little Sam, trying to joke a little, though the situation was not ideal for that.

Gilly sketched a small nervous smile, really worrying for her lover and left with the others towards the crypts. Samwell watched them both go away, praying that this would not be the last vision he had of them. Around him, the frightened faces, the crying of children, the soldiers silent but nevertheless worried for the most ... He felt it ... many would not come back from this battle ...

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Tyrion was at once anxious, but also somewhat upset. He wished he could fight, but Queen Daenerys had ordered him to go to the crypt, unable to afford to lose him. On the one hand, he could not blame her for wishing to keep him alive but was still frustrated, feeling like he was useless. For the case, he had still put an armor plastron under his tanned leather vest. Gathering a bag and a bottle filled with wine, Tyrion was about to join the crypts, when he saw the young Bran Stark not far in his wheelchair and pushed by Theon Greyjoy, both accompanied by Lady Alys Karstark and some karstarks and ironborn soldiers. As agreed, they were heading to the Godswood where, according to him, Bran was meant to be. Tyrion had a hard time understanding what Bran had become, and he did not know whether to be afraid or happy. No time to think about all this, he left for the crypts, not without taking a last look at the city gates and the outside. At the entrance to the crypts, he came across Varys who seemed lost in his contemplation of the dark sky and the moon.

_"What are you doing?" Tyrion asked, raising an eyebrow.

_"I look at the outside world hoping that this isn't the last time I see it. Dying underground in the darkness is a poor fate." commented the enuque, strangely serene despite the situation.

_"I didn't know you were so sentimental." Tyrion replied.

_"Proof that we never really know people, even those we meet." Varys then said, accompanying his friend into the crypts.