Saturday, August 24th, 2019

Game of Thrones Season 6 finale


(Yes, spoilers ahead.)

Okay, so Cersei is now the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Why? She has no claim to the throne. She is not a Baratheon or a Targaryen. Instead, she just happens to be the last person standing in King’s Landing with an army. Not, in Westeros, but King’s Landing. Oh, by the way, the Lannisters still owe Braavos a ton of cash and have no gold reserves, and Cersei just blew a hole in the center of the city, the same city whose residents hate her. With no power base except an army temporarily in control and no legitimate claim to the throne, Queen Cersei may last as long as Didius Julianus as emperor of Rome.

Her seizure of the throne came after the death of Tommen, the Game of Thrones version of Henry VI. (No, it can’t be a coincidence his older, more politically astute wife was named Margaery.)

It’s interesting that Cersei’s son Tommen died the way Cersei and Jaime Lannister intended young Bran Stark to die, falling from a tower. Cersei’s downfall may be the result of an incident in another tower, the birth of Jon Snow (Jon Targaryen?).

But why did Tommen commit suicide? He can only guess at that point that Margaery was killed in the explosion at the Great Sept. Could he wait at least until the body is recovered?

When the Sept blew up, did anyone else think of the Gunpowder Plot?

Jon Snow, king of the North. Daenerys Targaryen in the south. A revolt by Dorne and the Tyrells would probably be enough to topple Cersei but the dual Targaryens, the restored Sansa Stark and Lord Baelish means Cersei’s Bosworth field can’t be too far off. The question is, who replaces her on the Iron Throne, how long can they hold it, and will they be able to unite the Seven Kingdoms against the menace from beyond the wall?

Extra: I should note Arya’s revenge pie for Walder Frey has a strong Shakespearean flavor. From Titus Andronicus, Act V, scene III:
Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus?
Not I; ’twas Chiron and Demetrius:
They ravish’d her, and cut away her tongue;
And they, ’twas they, that did her all this wrong.
Go fetch them hither to us presently.
Why, there they are both, baked in that pie;
Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.

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