The voice I can hear going through my mind in the wake of watching the Game of Thrones arrangement finale is Jeremy Irons as Scar in The Lion King: “Long live the lord.”
I won’t represent our Three-Eyed Raven perusers who speculated the arrangement’s decision weeks or even months prior, yet it’d be putting it mildly to state I was found napping. Grain Stark, King of Westeros! Chosen to the Iron Throne (well, Iron Slagheap) through an equitable procedure of a couple of first-class rich white individuals covertly picking who should lead! It’s encouraging, kind of!
It’s not actually the skirmish of the Mad Queens that we were guaranteed. Neither Daenerys nor Cersei wound up on the Iron Throne. The position of royalty and all it spoke to was dissolved down into a pool of magma by a sincerely upset winged serpent. Nobody said imagery must be unobtrusive.
Game of Thrones was the web’s show. It turned into a week by week shared and intelligent issue. I’m not really going to miss the savagely faithful Starks or useless Lannisters, however, I will miss tweeting, perusing, and expounding on it consistently. I will miss squabbling about plot focuses and perusing fan speculations. I will miss everything about Game of Thrones that made it exceptional, and that amusingly has less to do with Game of Thrones as a show and more to do with the network that developed around it and took responsibility for. To be perfectly honest, I am sorry we’re moving past this social achievement. Perhaps it’s cliché to concede, yet as the image says, Game of Thrones was about the companions we made en route.
I’m so grateful I was given the benefit of investing energy with you, dear perusers, who returned without fail to perceive how focuses were appointed and converse with different fans in the remarks segment. I trust we can do it again soon with three diverse Game of Thrones prequel arrangement. Up to that point, how about we get into the last Game of Thrones recap and hand out certain focuses.