Game of Thrones Page #5

HULLEN:

Direwolves loose in the realm.

THEON:

Not for long.

Theon draws his sword and reaches for Bran’s pup.

10.

THEON:

Give it here.

BRAN:

No! It’s mine!

Robb speaks to Theon in a commanding tone.

ROBB:

Put your sword away. We’re keeping

them.

Theon bristles at the command.

THEON:

I take orders from your father, not

you.

HULLEN:

It’ll be a mercy to kill them.

BRAN:

No!

Bran looks to Ned for support, but finds none.

NED:

Better a quick death. They won’t

last without their mother.

JON:

Lord Stark... There are five pups.

Three male, two female.

(off Ned’s curiosity)

You have five trueborn children.

Three sons, two daughters. The

direwolf is the sigil of your

House.

Everyone looks to the Stark banners, with their direwolf

crest-of-arms. We see their opinions about the pups change,

as they come to understand the import of this omen.

JON:

Your children were meant to have

these pups.

NED:

And you?

JON:

I am not a Stark, my Lord.

11.

Ned weighs the situation for a moment in silence.

NED:

You will feed them yourselves. And

train them yourselves.

Bran nods eagerly. Robb nods as well.

NED:

They may die anyway, despite all

you do.

ROBB:

They won’t. We won’t let them.

The decision made, people start to remount their horses.

Bran tugs gratefully on Jon’s sleeve. Jon smiles at him, but

beneath his smile there is a trace of sadness.

Jon is about to climb onto his horse when he hears a distant

whimpering. Leaving the horse behind, he ranges into a snow

drift, and scans the ground until he finds the source:

A sixth wolf pup, with white fur. Unlike the others, its eyes

are blood-red and open, and it is completely silent. Jon

picks it up.

Theon scoffs.

THEON:

An albino. It’ll die even faster

than the others.

Jon ignores Theon. He stares into the pup’s eyes and the pup

stares back.

JON:

This one belongs to me.

INT. DRESSING ROOM - SUNSET

DAENERYS (15) stands by the window, staring out at the bay of

Pentos, where shirtless FISHERMEN haul nets full of wriggling

fish from their boats onto the docks. The setting sun

silhouettes the brick towers of the Free City; intricate and

colorful geometric patterns decorate their bulbous domes.

Daenerys is a beautiful girl but nobody has bothered to tell

her. She is awkward in her own skin, unaware of how rare her

violet eyes and lush silver hair really are.

12.

VISERYS (O.S.)

Where’s my sweet sister?

VISERYS (20) steps into the room, a gaunt young man with

nervous hands and a feverish look in his pale eyes. He holds

a lilac gown in his hands.

VISERYS:

A gift from Illyrio. Touch it. Go

on. Feel the fabric.

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