Sansa stands alone, staring across the snow-shrouded moors. She wears a hood to protect her from the wind and the snow,
making her look like the French Lieutenant’s Woman, a reference Sophie Turner will just have to Google.We don’t have access to her interior monologue, but we’re looking at Dark Sansa here, that much is clear.
Theon, his face a bloody mess, rises to his feet a third time. Harrag takes a deep breath. He charges at Theon, throwing everything he’s got left at his adversary.
Clutching Theon’s face in his big, dirty hands, Harrag slams his knee into Theon’s groin.
But Theon has no balls.
Just the slightest possible smile from Theon, as he receives his first ever benefit from castration. He slams his forehead into Harrag’s nose, the single greatest headbutt in the history of filmed headbutts.
Jon doesn’t quite smile because smiling would seem inappropriate. But still, that almost looks like a smile.
Jorah nods in deference. But he’s not smiling at all. F*—ing punkass little shitburger stole my khaleesi!
in the show, did we. Suffice to say, NEVER sniff the seat of his wheelchair.
