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Originally posted by Grumpy Gills
Being not predictable for the sake of not being predictable is not something I see grrm doing tho. I think it's more likely that the outcome is gonna be obvious, but the journey there is gonna be something none of us see coming.
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Eh, there are about a million epic fantasies where A Prince(ss) Whose Family Was Overthrown By Another Builds An Army And Takes Back The Throne.
It'd be downright boring. I find it hard to believe GRRM conceived this whole series which is supposed to be about fighting fantasy tropes (to varying levels of success) while marching towards the most obvious one ever.
An approximate transcript of Sansa's dialogue this episode unless I missed a bit; it's about 300 words:
Queen
Yes I do.
How do we know you have him?
You’re going to die tomorrow, Lord Bolton. Sleep well.
So you’ve met the enemy, made out your battle plans.
You’ve known him for the space of a single conversation - you and your trusted advisors. And you sit around making your plans on how to defeat a man you don’t know. I’ve lived with him. I know the way his mind works. I know how he likes to hurt people. Did it ever once occur to you that I might have some insight?
You think he’s gonna fall into your trap; he won’t. He’s the one who lays traps.
He plays with people. He’s far better at it than you. He’s been doing it all his life.
You don’t know him.
We’ll never get him back. Rickon is Ned Stark’s trueborn son which makes him a greater threat to Ramsay than you (a bastard) or me (a girl). As long as he lives, Ramsay’s claim will be contested, which means he won’t live long.
Listen to me, please. He wants you to make a mistake!
I don’t know. I don’t know anything about battles; just don’t do what he wants you to do.
It’s that obvious?
If you’d asked my advice earlier, I would’ve told you not to attack Winterfell until we had a larger force. Or is that also obvious?!
It’s not enough!
If Ramsay wins I’m not going back there alive. Do you understand me?
No one can protect me. No one can protect anyone.
Jon, where is he?
Your words will disappear. Your house will disappear. Your name will disappear. All memory of you will disappear.
You haven’t fed them in 7 days; you said it yourself.
They were. Now they’re starving.