It’s been a looooooong wait for the eighth and final season of Game of Thrones to premier.
Luckily, it finally did on Sunday evening via HBO, and if you’re a fan like myself, you were likely parked in front of your television, anticipation coursing through your veins, waiting to see what happens throughout the finale.
If you haven’t seen the first episode of the eighth season yet, I would stop reading now. I don’t want to ruin it for anyone who hasn’t yet had a chance to watch it.
I was a little bummed that the first episode was only an hour, however, I’ll take what I can get. Picking up almost exactly where the seventh season left off, season eight opens with Jon Snow and his newest love interest, Daenerys, riding into Winterfell in preparation for the approaching battle against the army of the dead. It’s revealed relatively early on that Sansa, Jon’s sister, isn’t a huge fan of his new queen, nor are a majority of the residents of Winterfell.
I’m not going to give a recap of the episode; rather, I though I would address a few of the moments that stood out to me, personally. We see Cersei and Euron get it on (I think Cersei does this intentionally to convince Euron her pregnancy is his doing, rather than her brother, Jamie’s); Jon rides a dragon alongside Daenerys which is pretty neat; Jon reunites with Bran and Arya; Arya reunites with the Hound and Gendry; Yara is rescued by Theon; Tormund is alive and well (and he has always had blue eyes); Jamie and Bran reunite for the first time since Jamie pushed him out of the tower window and paralyzed him; Jon finally learns the truth about who he is and who his parents were; Jon consequently learns his intimate relationship with Daenerys is arguably not the best idea.
Those are just a few key points.
I’m honestly unsure of how the producers are going to wrap up everything within the remaining five episodes, but I’m certainly looking forward to how it is revealed.