I told myself I would never watch another episode. How could Robb Stark be killed like that? His pregnant wife slaughtered like a meaningless cow as though she were a mere minor whose name we knew nothing of or cared about.
But, I watched – one more episode could do no harm. One more episode became two, two became this is the best show in the world, not watching is not an option! It had dragons, it had man-to-man action, it had Jon Snow.
Now, i am where i started. How could Jon Snow to be killed like that? My one true love on that damn show slaughtered like a meaningless pig as though my love for him did not somehow shield him from the wicked plot of the writer’s pen.
I’m heartbroken. I can’t take another blow like this. I fantasize about how it must be a joke, how he might come back to life by the stroke of magic Game of Thrones is famous for. I nurse my broken heart and pray a silent prayer for Jon Snow: may the feiry breath of Daenery’s dragon bring you to life.
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