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Who doesn't know game of thrones from the gaming platform, to movies and even books. But if you haven't watched it then run to your movie list and make adjustments 😁

Honestly, Game of Thrones , that series was a rollercoaster of betrayal, love, war, and shocking deaths that left me staring at the screen like, “Wait, did that just happen??”

So picture this: it all starts with the Starks in Winterfell. You know, Ned Stark, honorable to the core, the kind of man you’d trust with your life. He gets dragged into King’s Landing politics, thinking it’s all about justice and truth. But my dear, that place is crawling with snakes. The Lannisters, especially Cersei and Jaime, are out here plotting and hiding dark secrets like the fact that Cersei’s kids are not the king’s children at all, but her brother Jaime’s. When Ned discovers this, I was like, “Ah, it’s over for him!” And true to form, instead of playing the game smartly, Ned stands on honor—and what happens? Boom. They chop off his head in front of everyone, even his own daughters. I swear, that scene broke me. I couldn’t believe the “main character” just died like that.

And then the whole thing goes crazy. Bobby Stark, the son of Ned, stands up and fights back to restore honor to his family. I was rooting so hard for him, like yes go Robb! Then there was the Red Wedding. It still causes my chest to tighten just to think about it. Think of being at a feast with drinking, laughing, celebrating and then all of a sudden you hear the doors shut, the music changes and arrows are flying. His wife, his mother, almost his whole army were all cut to pieces at the dining-table. I felt cheated as though I was at the wedding. This scene taught me that there are no safe people in Game of Thrones.

Imagine you’re watching, you’re already tense, and then Littlefinger, this guy, honestly—he never just speaks, he plants. He whispers in ears like poison dripping slow. Remember how he nudged Ned Stark right into that trap? He promised loyalty, made Ned believe he had the City Watch backing him. And then boom—the second Ned tries to play honorable, Petyr literally tells him, “I did warn you not to trust me.” I swear, my chest tightened. It wasn’t just betrayal; it was the coldness of his words, like someone slamming a door on hope. That scene made me realize the game wasn’t for good men. And I hated how right Littlefinger was.

Then there’s Cersei—oh, Cersei. If Littlefinger plays with whispers, she plays with fire. Literally. That wildfire explosion at the Sept? I still can’t get that out of my head. The slow build was torture: Loras Tyrell’s trial, Margaery’s subtle panic when she realizes something’s off, the High Sparrow still smug in his self-righteousness. And then—green fire swallowing everything. Dozens, hundreds gone in seconds, their screams drowned in the roar. Margaery, one of the few people who could match Cersei’s cleverness, gone in the blink of an eye. I remember clutching my pillow like it was a lifeline, whispering, “No, no, no…” And the way Cersei just sipped her wine as her enemies burned? That’s the kind of cold-blooded ruthlessness that made me both hate her and, weirdly, admire her audacity.

And of course there is Daenerys. Her arc was me screaming. She begins as this meek girl who is sold off into marriage to Khal Drogo and comes out as the “Mother of Dragons.” And that its first time that she laid eggs in the fire? Chills. Pure chills. The more powerful she grew, the more dangerous also. She liberates slaves, takes the cities, and you begin to see this merciless side. By the time she burns King Landing- innocent people and all I was torn. Yes, she wanted to break the wheel, but did she have to break children as well? I did not know which to cheer for and which to cry.

Then the North. Let’s talk about Jon Snow. This man, eh! Loyal, brave, kind of brooding in that attractive way. When he got stabbed to death by his own men at the Wall, I nearly threw my laptop. I said, “Nooo, not Jon!” Then the next season, boom—he comes back from the dead. That moment felt like resurrection for me too. His battle scenes, especially the Battle of the Bastards, were insane. When he stood in front of Ramsay Bolton’s charging army alone, sword drawn, ready to face death… my heart was in my throat. And Ramsay—don’t get me started on him. The way he fed people to his dogs, tortured Sansa, made her suffer… I’ve never hated a character so much. Seeing Sansa feed him to his own hounds? That was justice. I clapped in my room like someone at a football match.

And oh, the Night King. From the first moment he appeared, with those icy blue eyes, I felt this dread. The whole time I kept asking myself, “How can they even defeat this thing?” When the White Walkers crashed into Winterfell, the whole episode had me sweating. Arya sneaking around in the dark, soldiers dying left and right, dragons battling in the night sky it was pure chaos. And then out of nowhere Arya Stark leaps and takes him down with a dagger. I screamed like she was my sister. “Yesss Arya!!!” That was such a satisfying twist.

The betrayals did not have to be big explosions. Occasionally, they were these tiny daggers that went between the ribs. As in the case of Jon Snow being betrayed by his own brothers at Castle Black. I could relate to each and every one of those, as a stab in my own gut. Seeing that knife go in and in and in and then Ollie,--cute little Ollie,--the death stroke? I don?? nehell concerns myself with the fact that I have never screamed at a screen louder than this. I was actually heartbroken The screwed up part is? It taught me how tenuous loyalty is in that world. One minute they are hailing you as Lord Commander, the next colder than the snow you are left bleeding.

And I don t even want to talk about the Red Wedding. And that is not only betrayal- it is trauma. The scream of the violins, the sound of the doors shutting, the scream of Catelyn when she sees what is going on. Seeing Robb, Talisa and even his unborn child slaughtered in the most sudden, dishonorably way- it was like someone had yanked the rug out of my feet. It made me empty, like… what is the point of cheering on anyone in this world when hope just continues to be slaughtered?

But you know the thing that really shook me? The ending. All that bloodshed, betrayal, war and prophecy leave Bran as king. Bran! The boy who spent the larger part of the time rolling around in visions and riddles. I did not know whether to laugh or just accept it. It somehow felt anticlimactic, but then again, perhaps it is supposed to. In a world so uncertain the person who did not even seek power was given it.

Reflectively, Game of Thrones has left me with all sorts of emotions, including anger, grief, joy, betrayal and relief. It revealed to me how power can corrupt you, how love can make you blind, how honor can kill you and how sometimes in order to survive, you need to be ruthless. But I kept watching, in spite of the heartbreak.

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From Littlefinger’s whispered lies to Cersei’s wildfire inferno, every betrayal hit like a gut punch. And I’ll be honest with you: it left me shaken, sometimes angry, sometimes even a little numb.

I swear, telling you this now, it’s like I’m right back there, watching those betrayals unravel in slow motion, my heart racing like I could change the outcome if I just yelled at the screen loud enough.

Do you actually think the game ended happily?