My version of Game of Thrones season 8

Episode 8: The Last of the Starks Part 1

JAIME

He'd put thought into this decision, it was the right decision. He knew it was. But he was so sure in a previous time as well and it severely damaged him. Even still, he felt as sure as he did that day as well. He knew what he should do. He seeked out the Queen and found she was in the throne room. He expected he'd find her sitting on the iron throne but he didn't. When he opened the large doors he found the Queen standing still on the floor, admiring the seat of swords from afar. Had she even touched the throne yet?

He stood there for a small amount of time more before he cleared his throat. She turned around and he was met with her face. Everything people say about her is right. This is the right decision.

"Yes Ser Jaime?" Daenerys questioned.

Jaime took a tentative step forward before he looked at her again. I'm sure of this. "I came to speak with you, your grace."

Daenerys gave him a nod as encouragement to continue. "I understand all mistrust and feelings of disgust you most probably feel for me, I served your father as Kingsguard and I dishonoured my vows to him," she knew the story, Jaime didn't know why he was simply repeating it to her again. But it should be addressed before he does this. "I served three other Kings after him, two of which were my own sons. They were all terrible and after them the thought of ever serving as Kingsguard again appealed not to me." Jaime paused before continuing. She's a good person. I'm right about this. "Until you," Jaime removed his sword and Daenerys instinctively backed away but moved forward again when Jaime kneeled, placing his sword in the ground. "As I'm sure you're aware, the Kingsguard vows are for life. So I ask that you allow me to serve you, for this war, and all the wars to come. Now and always."

Daenerys offered him a warm smile as she motioned her hand for him to rise. "It would be my honour, Ser Jaime Lannister."

JON

The second month of waiting for the dead to arrive was quickly reaching its end. They were to hold one final council meeting to ensure they were well prepared for the war.

Jon and Daenerys sat at the front of the table and went over the progress. "Tyrion, have all the caches been put into place?" Daenerys asked.

"Yes your grace, however we have only been able to find just below half of the caches. I'm afraid that their presence in the city is still quite prominent."

"We still have time, make it less prominent," Daenerys responded. Tyrion gave a quick nod.

"We have also successfully armed the walls of the city with scorpions once again," Tyrion said.

Daenerys and Jon both nodded in thanks, then turned their attention to Yara.

"The common folk have all been evacuated to the Iron Islands, your grace," Yara chimed in.

They both looked at Yara thankfully and looked over at Sansa. "Have you recruited some of the common folk?" Jon asked. Sansa gave a quick nod. "That would be all that was required to discuss, everyone retire for the night. We must all be as well rested as possible for the coming battle."

The small council one by one slowly departed from the chamber, however Tyrion elected to remain. Worry was plastered across his face and his lips were pressed together tightly as if he wished to say something but at the same time did not. Jon didn't say anything, just looked on at him expectantly until he spoke.

After much hesitation Tyrion seemed to muster the courage to speak. "Your grace, before you order my head for this I would much appreciate if you take what I'm saying into consideration."