

After all, Varys was with Daenerys on that damn boat ride to Westeros. Oh, and the word “prince” has no gender in High Valyrian, so yeah, that prophecy could totally be about Daenerys.Įven the very first scene - in which Daenerys confronts Varys with her knowledge that he’d worked against her back in the day, then extracts a promise that he will be the people’s voice in her ear - felt a little too contrived for the purpose of proving to us, the audience, that Dany has been reading all the proper management books and is Learning to Be a Good Queen. Jon handily solves the problem of Sansa’s simmering, wolfish resentment by making her regent of the North. (Conveniently, the greyscale was all over Iain Glen’s body but not his handsome face - though I suppose I can live with that.) Tyrion perfectly anticipates Cersei’s xenophobic rhetoric and perfectly plots to have only Westerosi forces siege King’s Landing, while the Unsullied take the Lannisters’ Casterly Rock.

Sam just happens to find a cure for greyscale in Bathilda Bagshot’s History of Magic, then decides he’s brave enough to flout the Archmaester Marwyn and perform some Boltonesque plastic surgery on Jorah. Things seemed to work a little too neatly, and a hair too fast to track logically. If last week’s Game of Thrones premiere was a tight, well-oiled machine that smoothly reintroduced the major plot threads and moved them forward in satisfying ways, “Stormborn” feels a bit dropped in from an alternate Scooby-Doo dimension, just boi-oi-oing-ing all over the place.
