My take on season 8 of #GameofThrones.
Winter is coming to Westeros as Daenerys and Jon go North to fight the great threat.
The Night king's army grows larger and stronger, the days get colder and the nights darker.
Arya, Bran and Sansa struggle to...
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Sansa was ecstatic when Jon rode through the gates, she couldn't help but run to him. Her arms already widely spread were ready to welcome him before he was off his horse yet. They finally met in the tightest embrace and the overwhelming joy, or maybe was it the closeness of their hug, had them forget to breathe. She hadn't realized how much she had missed her brother until he let go of her. Jon gave her a kiss on the cheek, sweet and gentle, and stroke the other with his hand. Sansa answered with a genuine smile.
His eyes explored the background to encounter Bran, sitted on his wheelchair, staring back at him with an empty look. Jon was too exited to notice, he rushed toward his brother he had last seen when he was only a child. Squatted down and without saying a word took him in his arms. They were many things he had been wanting to tell him for long, but now he couldn't remember any of them. Bran sat straight in his chair, with no intention of reciprocating his embrace. Jon slightly frowned and pulled away to look at him, it was his brother's face he was looking at but the staring, empty eyes were those of a stranger.
His heart sunk, as the excitement wore off and his thoughts rambled in the past, trying to guess what had happended to his sweet little brother, or who. For some reason, he has imagined he would find his siblings well and happy when he learned they were alive. An odd idea , considering how shattered was Sansa when they met at Castle Black. With every heartbeat, his heart twisted a little, and more so when he wondered about Arya. The tears that filled his eyes blurred out Bran's face and this way he almost seemed like his old self.
He kept staring at him with pain in his eyes that he struggled to hide, « I missed you, little brother, —»he eventually said « — I wish.. I wish I could've been there... before. Always. » His lips were trembling.
« We were together the whole time. — » said Bran with a still voice. He tilted his head up to look over Jon's shoulder, « — A silver flower sprouts beneath the snow, » he said calmly. Jon squinted in confusion before turning around.
Daenerys rode into Winterfell, high on her white horse's back, hair as bright as the falling snow, making every head turn.Whispers, murmurs and gasps invaded the yard and it was hard to tell whether it was fear or admiration. « Bloody Targaryens » mummbled Peter the baker as he spat down an inch away from his boot.
She stopped as she passed the gate. Her eyes swept through the walls of this castle she had looked forward to see, after hearing such praise about it. It looked rather ordinary at first sight but if you looked at it through Jon's eyes you could notice the special hint to it.
She then looked around and saw the looks laid upon her. Jon had warned her of the notherners's distrustful nature but she didn't expect such deviance. He walked up to her and offered his hand, to help her down. She swung a leg across her mount and held on to Jon's shoulders as he grabbed her waist and carried her down. She avoided his eyes, determined to keep their idylle secret, but the closure made it hard for her to pretend. « How galant of you my Lord » she said while trying to keep a straight face. « If you'll follow me, your Grace » he answered, the voice full of irony.
