After eight seasons and literally millions of deaths, the final outcome of Game of Thrones all came down to a council meeting. Not quite the adrenaline-pumping drama to which we’ve become accustomed from the HBO epic, but hey, we shouldn’t complain that a bunch of politicians finally discovered the meaning of civility.
But before we get into that, a super quick recap of how we got there.
True heir to the Iron Throne, Jon Snow, fatally stabbed his aunty/lover/Queen, Daeneyres Targaryen, because she’d massacred an entire city with her fire-breathing dragon. He then apparently turned himself in, despite the fact that her grief-stricken reptile took off with her body, meaning he definitely could have gotten away with it (‘Yo, the throne was melted when I got here. Honest.’).
With Jon in prison, someone – presumably Grey Worm – alerted the leaders of the various Westerosi kingdoms that they should probably have a long-overdue catchup about what’s unfolded in Kings Landing. (TO: Heirs of each house who haven’t been murdered yet. BCC: Bran Stark; Arya Stark. SUBJECT: Now what?)
And so they gathered, in their monochromatic tunics, to decide Jon’s fate. Weird start though. Dany’s old Hand, Tyrion Lannister who – despite being on trial for high treason against the slain Queen – took command of the meeting and convinced them to just, you know, pick a new monarch.