He gave his black cloak back to the Watch. "My watch has ended," he said. His watch had ended in death. Now, he was free.
The air had changed. It wasn't just the cold, though the frost bit deeper along the Wall and crept further south than any living man could remember. It was the silence after the screams. The previous season had ended with beheadings, betrayals, and the desperate flight of a broken queen. But in the darkness, seeds were stirring. The dead had won a battle, but the living were about to remember who they were. Part I: The Resurrection of Memory Across the Narrow Sea, Daenerys Targaryen stood amidst the charred ruins of Daznak’s Pit, a ring of Dothraki horsemen tightening around her. Her dragon, Drogon, had fled, wounded and terrified. She was alone. For the first time in years, the Breaker of Chains was a slave. The Dothraki took her to Vaes Dothrak, the city of the crones, where the widows of fallen Khals moldered in a dusty temple. But Daenerys was no widow. She was a dragon. Juego de Tronos - Temporada 6
And in the North, the wolves howled. The snow fell. The long night was no longer coming. It had arrived. Season six was the season of resurrection—not just of bodies, but of identities. Jon Snow rose from death as a king. Sansa rose from victim as a player. Daenerys rose from slavery as a conqueror. Cersei rose from shame as a tyrant. And Arya rose from no one as a wolf. The old world—Ned’s honor, Tywin’s order, the game of thrones played by men who believed in seasons—was over. Winter had come. And in the darkness, the only thing that mattered was fire and ice. The song was just beginning its final verse. He gave his black cloak back to the Watch
While the Tyrells and the Sparrows fought, Cersei let her enemies gather in the Great Sept of Baelor for Margaery Tyrell’s trial. The High Sparrow, the Faith Militant, Kevan Lannister, Margaery, Loras—all of them. And beneath the Sept, three hundred casks of wildfire lay waiting. A child—Qyburn’s little bird—lit a candle. Now, he was free