***HOLY COW SPOILERS BELOW DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN/READ GAME OF THRONES YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED***
Ahem. Now that the spoilerific warning is out of the way, we can begin. Hubby and I have been catching up on watching Game of Thrones these last few months. Now, I was in the process of reading books 1-4 before watching any of the series, so I knew what was going to happen, in general. Hubby, on the other hand, has never read the books nor paid attention to io9 or other website concerning spoilers, so he has been blissfully in the dark about the plot and who all gets killed.
It took a little while for Hubby to get into Game of Thones, which I can totally understand. It took every ounce of my being to not grab the remote and pound on the ‘pause’ button to explain how so-and-so are related and what this-and-that means. Be cool I thought, Let him find out for himself. As the seasons progressed, Hubby got more into the show. He started voicing concern for the characters and wondering who was going to live or die. I bit my tongue throughout and gave vague answers.
But I knew what was coming. The Rains of Castamere. I felt like it was 2005 and opening day of Serenity all over again. That day, I didn’t have any classes, so I went by myself to the 10am showing. And cried. Like a baby. Y’all know which scenes I’m talking about. Then, later that afternoon, then-boyfriend Hubby and I went to go see it (the only time I’ve ever seen a movie twice in one day in the theatre). By the time those scenes came up, I was shaking and tearing up in anticipation. Anywho, back to GoT: Knowing that this was the Red Wedding episode, I stealthily stashed a box of tissues next to the couch and clutched a pillow to my chest. I don’t think I let a peep out until the end of the episode, when Hubby turned to me incredulously, asking if the Red Wedding was true. I said yes, Mama Stark and Baby Stark (as we called them–yes, we know Rickon and Bran are younger, but Catelyn and Robb were always together, so those were their nicknames) are dead, along with Papa Stark from season 1.
Long story short, we’ve survived the Red Wedding. As Hubby reads this blog, I can’t comment on what will happen in the future, as Season 4 picks up with the second half of A Storm of Swords. Needless to say, I’m excited to see how future events play out!