My version of Game of Thrones season 8

Episode 1: Winter Is Here Part 3 (FINAL)

Daenerys

"Your grace," Jorah approached her from behind while Missandei was trying to reassure her that everything with the Northern lords would be alright. "There's someone I would like you to meet," he said taking her hand and guiding her to the Winterfell library. It was simple like the rest of the castle but had enough books in there that would keep you occupied for years. Jorah guided her to the back where a large young man was reading a book on what appeared to be information on the long night. The man looked up and immediately rose to his feet giving a bow to Daenerys which made her smile. He was a well-mannered man and clearly hadn't met too many rulers. "Your grace this is the man who saved my life at the citadel, I would not be here if not for him," Jorah said from behind her. "It is an honour to meet you your grace, I'm Samwell, Samwell Tarly." Daenerys' grin suddenly faded at his surname. Tarly. She prayed that perhaps it was just pronunciation and he wasn't at all related to Randyll Tarly. "Tarly? You wouldn't be related to Randyll Tarly would you?" At this Samwell raised his eyebrows at the dragon queen knowing his father. "He would be my father, he is not serving under you is he?" he said. His distaste for his father was apparent in the way he asked her and Daenerys hoped that it was the same for his brother. "I executed him after he sacked Highgarden and pledged his armies to Cersei Lannister." At this Sam gave a sad look. He had no love for his father but even still he was family. Hope did rise up inside him however as his brother would allow him to return to his home now that he would be the lord of Horn Hill. "At least now I'll be able to return home now that my brother's the lord," Daenerys' sympathy for the man grew as she realized she had executed his loving brother and now he was going to hate her for this. "Your brother chose to stand with your father," he could now no longer hold back the tears as he had loved his little brother and now he was nothing more. He needed to be alone now as he asked to be excused. Even if she executed his brother he was still polite to a queen.

He exited the library finding Bran sitting alone in the courtyard on his wheelchair. His eyes immediately fixated on Sam, as if he had been waiting for him to appear. He immediately began to recollect the conversation they'd had about Jon being a Targaryen, the rightful heir to the iron throne. Sam had never been a petty person but he couldn't simply drive away the thought that his brother was now ash blowing in the wind. "Where's Jon?" Sam asked as he approached Bran. "In the crypts, it's time." Sam nodded glad that he got the approval to inform Jon. "You should tell him," Bran said as blankly as every other word that came out of his mouth. "What? But you're his brother, shouldn't you tell him," Sam asked. He wanted to tell Jon but it would probably be best if it came from the mouth of his brother. "It will be better coming from you, besides there are too many stairs going down into the crypts," with a nod Sam began to march his way down into the crypts trying to determine the best way to tell Jon without him dying from shock.

Jon

Jon stood in front of his father's statue as he lit candles like he had seen him doing quite often. He took a moment to look at his father's statue. They couldn't capture his face at all. He wondered if he would be proud of what he's been able to become. King in the North or Warden now, leading the fight against the White Walkers. He heard a clumsy stumble and voice that he knew all too well. As he rounded the corner he saw a familiar face. "Sam?" he thought he'd still be at the Citadel but here he is paying a visit. He pulled him into his embrace and pulled back to see he'd been crying. "What's the matter?" there was a slight pause before Sam was able to answer his question. "Daenerys," Sam started. "She executed my father and brother." Jon backed away. She'd never told him this and he could only imagine how Sam felt realizing he'd received the news from the executioner herself. "I'm sorry." Jon said. "Would you have done it?" While it was a question he knew what Sam was getting at and he didn't need to hear it. He'd already had to yell enough at the northern lords today and didn't feel like yelling at his best friend. "I've executed men who've betrayed me," he started before he was interrupted. "You've also spared men, the wildlings when they refused to kneel." Sam interrupted. "I hanged a twelve year old boy," Jon countered causing Sam switch his approach. "What if she's not right for rule," Sam said.