Predicting The Dragon and the Wolf
(The Queen is dead, long live the queen.)
I was at my friend Pranav’s place when what was going to happen in the next game of thrones episode hit me. Pranav has a masters in engineering like all unwitting harmless Indian males. His other achievements include smoking two packs of Wills a day and fighting for change at the public urinals.
He is also the world’s greatest self-pleasurer, greater than Mr. Arnab Goswami, who is believed to self-pleasure to selfies of himself self-pleasuring.
I am sure I read that somewhere on the The Republic TV facebook page.
I was thumbing up my facebook feed in his apartment. There was the cool breeze. There was the background chatter. Pranav hated his job. He survived this long because his boss was hot. And he had an active imagination. So whenever she shouted at him or took his Saturdays and Sundays away, he believed it was part of a long elaborate game of don’t speak don’t tell which later would culminate, hopefully not too far in the future, in steaming hot sex on her office table followed by a second course of the same in the office lift (with the other people watching. That was awfully important to him.) and then a third course in the car while it was still parked underneath the office building.
Other friends in Pranav’s office told me she was a shrewd careerist who would readily leave a colleague throttled on the sidewalk if it furthered her interests. Pranav said that added to her sex appeal. Good for you, man. Good for you. Needless to say, he wasn’t ever going to quit. He had hitched his testosterone to his office desk. There is no coming back from that.
It was there, with Pranav’s incessant chattering breaking into the digital blue of my facebook page that I came upon my epiphany: how the last episode of this season was going to end. The idea was alive as if what I had in my mind had taken shape, dimensions, material aspects, and will. The idea had entered the apartment and I had no means to fight it. So I decided to take the death march of my blog in the direction of the fantasy utopia of the millenials, Game of Thrones.
Here is the preview for The Dragon and the wolf in case you missed it.
Most people remember The Winds of Winter as the episode in which Cersei took her revenge.

The High Sparrow has gathered strength. He has the King’s ear. He made Cersei walk naked through the streets of King’s Landing where her son’s subjects spit on her face. Now they come for the fatal blow. Trial by combat has been outlawed. The Mount will be terminated, at the expense of a few good soldiers. Cersei will be put in chains in the dungeons. Margaery also plans her revenge, supposing that when the charade is over and the King is in her bedchamber, all those involved in her fall from power would be punished. Preaching from a pulpit will never match the practiced wantoness of someone like Margaery Tyrell. But King’s Landing isn’t a democracy. The Iron Throne was forged out of a thousand surrendered swords. It is interesting to see the quest for power in King’s Landing enter the realm of politics of the modern era, where the players are double-crossing, manipulative chaffers. When all is taken from her, she reverts to the old foolproof method of doing things.

What is power?
“Power is power,” Cersei reminds us in The North Remembers. Didn’t Caesar cross the Rubicon, enter Rome and uproot the senate and chase them and Pompeii to the ends of the earth? Didn’t he become the emperor and rule over Roman dominions until Brutus and the idealists picked up their seditious knives?
If that is true then what need would Cersei have to squabble with these idiots for a portion of the King’s attention? Cersei washed herself in the real fount of power. Power. Not politics. By burning the Sept of Baelor and killing everyone inside, she did not only win the contest, she ended all contest.
The Dragon and the Wolf will be similar. Cersei’s model of kill or die has spread quite far. Politics is coming to an end everywhere, from the North where they face the civilizational threat of the imminent White Walker’s attack, to the south where the regiments of the Unsullied and hordes of Dothraki march to take King’s Landing. You might argue that Daenerys just lost a dragon. Quick math tells me that she still has two dragons more than Cersei which is why Cersei has decided to discuss armistice. To gain time. To play politics. On the smouldering ruins of the Temple of the Seven, Cersei built her throne, which would fall vacant only with her death. Now her death has come. I predict that the end of the season would be marked by a train of events that lead to the death of Queen Cersei Lannister.
I predict that the end of the season would be marked by a train of events that lead to the death of Queen Cersei.
Can I be more specific than that? She is going to be burned alive by one of Daenery’s dragons, in keeping with the Targaryen ritual of execution. Why? Because the harp she is trying to play is broken. Also, she was the one who broke it. Did Daenerys plan this all along? I can’t say. It could be that Cersei, overestimating Daenerys’s trauma, attacks her first and Daenerys responds in kind. The writers would have my love, if the violence was initiated by Daenerys without any aggression from Cersei. The news of Cersei’s death is going to sadden me the most. I had myself become a religious worshipper of the Lannisters after Jamie’s first episode with the Drogon. Here is proof.

I left out the best part. Someone is going to try to save Cersei. The last scene of the episode will be the man walking out of the flames unharmed. You know him. The Dragon and the wolf.
I have never understood what birthed all this chaos. Some people say Littlefinger. Is that right? It doesn’t feel right.
Pranav’s boss just called. She wants him to change something on the website. Make the button change size when someone clicks on it. Looks like he will be spending sunday night attached to his keyboard. Things we do for love. I have to go now. But it was important to put this on my blog, as a reminder that I called it. I will be adding a PS after the show hosts in India. Tea will be thermo-flasked. Potatos will be fried.
PS: I was wrong. Take it all.
If you liked reading this, you might also like this.
Help this writer out, man. No hassles. Go through his work. Look at his publication, The Writer’s Soup. If you want to see more of it, you can help by paying him as little as a dollar on his patreon page. Or you can share his work. Even that is cool.

