The chaos paused for the briefest of moments, allowing audiences to quickly take stock of what had happened. Talisa was dead, but Catelyn was unharmed, and Robb wounded but still alive. Just. They were two major characters, one of whom was embroiled in the War of the Five Kings. Surely they'd be spared here. Wrong. Catelyn attempted to negotiate safety for herself and her son. Roose Bolton responded by stabbing Robb in the chest, and revealing just who was behind all of this: "The Lannisters send their regards." Lady Stark, in a final act of defiance, slit the throat of Joyeuse Frey (Walder's wife), and then had her own slit in return. Robb dead. Catelyn dead. Countless numbers of the audience sat with eyes-bulged, breath-held and jaws-dropped, screams and gasps left silent, words unable to be formed in any sort of coherent manner. When you play the Game of Thrones, you win or you die. And this just changed the game.
NCTJ-qualified journalist. Most definitely not a racing driver. Drink too much tea; eat too much peanut butter; watch too much TV. Sadly only the latter paying off so far.
A mix of wise-old man in a young man's body with a child-like wonder about him and a great otherworldly sensibility.
