To the Old Gods and the New, we Pray...
HAIL DANY, mother of dragons, and welcome to Westeros at last. Our prayers, in many ways, are thus already answered - but let’s see if we can come up with a few more:
We pray that you safeguard your advisors, that you listen to them and that The Plot doesn’t require them to do anything especially stupid. We pray that you get good monologues. We pray that your dragons fly safely in the skies of their new kingdom. (May they not fall into the hands of greedy wannabe warlocks.) We pray that your dragons refrain from roasting anyone we like.
MOTHER, watch out for the small folk in Westeros. Defend the farmers, the innkeepers, the smiths, and the prostitutes that have made it this far. That there are any left at all is a small miracle. Have mercy on them. Have mercy also on Jorah the Andal - for he suffers the another man's fate and it is not a good one. Spare a moment also, for one Jon Connington - even if the name seems unfamiliar.
MOTHER, if thou ordain the use of flashbacks, may they be poignant, beautiful and informative. May we hear Rhaegar's harp and meet the Knight of the Laughing Tree.
Finally, oh mother of dragons, we pray that Tyrion gets to fly.