Me?
The Imp?
Half the people hate me
for serving Daenerys,
the other half hate me
for betraying her.
-Can't think of a worse choice.
-Who, then?
I've had nothing to do but think
these past few weeks.
About our bloody history.
About the mistakes we've made.
What unites people?
Armies?
Gold?
Flags?
Stories.
There's nothing in the world
more powerful
than a good story.
Nothing can stop it.
No enemy can defeat it.
And who has a better story...
than Bran the Broken?
The boy who fell
from a high tower and lived.
He knew he'd never walk again,
so he learned to fly.
He crossed beyond the Wall,
a crippled boy,
and became the Three-Eyed Raven.
He is our memory,
the keeper of all our stories.
The wars, weddings, births,
massacres, famines.
Our triumphs,
mm, our defeats,
our past.
Who better to lead us
into the future?
Bran has no interest in ruling
and he can't father children.
Good.
Sons of kings
can be cruel and stupid,
as you well know.
His will never torment us.
That is the wheel
our queen wanted to break.
[♪♪♪]
From now on,
rulers will not be born.
They will be chosen
on this spot
by the lords and ladies
of Westeros...
to serve the realm.
I know you don't want it.
I know you don't care
about power.
But I ask you now,
if we choose you...
will you wear the crown?
Will you lead the Seven Kingdoms
to the best of your abilities
from this day
until your last day?
Why do you think
I came all this way?
To Brandon of House Stark...
I say aye.
[♪♪♪]
SAMWELL:
Aye.
Aye.
Aye.
MAN 1:
Aye.
Aye.
Aye.
MAN 2:
Aye.
YARA:
Aye.
MAN 3: Aye.
MAN 4: Aye.
Aye.
I'm not sure I get a vote,
but aye.
Aye.
I love you, little brother.
I always will.
You'll be a good king.
But tens of thousands
of Northmen
fell in the Great War
defending all of Westeros.
And those who survived
have seen too much
and fought too hard
ever to kneel again.
The North will remain
an independent kingdom,
as it was
for thousands of years.
[♪♪♪]
All hail Bran the Broken,
First of His Name,
King of the Andals
and the First Men,
Lord of the Six Kingdoms
and Protector of the Realm.
ALL:
All hail Bran the Broken!
[♪♪♪]
BRAN:
Lord Tyrion...
you will be my Hand.
N--
No, Your Grace,
I don't want it.
BRAN:
And I don't want to be king.
I don't deserve it.
I thought I was wise,
but I wasn't.
I thought I knew what was right,
but I didn't.
Choose Ser Davos.
Choose anyone else.
-I choose you.
-You cannot.
Yes, I can.
-I'm king.
-This man is a criminal.
-He deserves justice.
-He just got it.
He's made many
terrible mistakes.
He's going to spend the rest
of his life fixing them.
It is not enough.
