It’s a Game of Spoilers, 3.5 readers. Look away, I say.
Basically, Cersei and Jaime are screwed, and more so than the usual screwing they do to each other.
To the South, the Dornish Amazons are pissed. To the North, Jon Snow is King. The Whitewalkers are headed for the Wall.
Oh, and the Khaleesi has landed. Repeat, the Khaleesi has landed.
Arya has taken out all the Freys with her ninja skills. Oh and all the kids have officially grown up. Arya, Bran and Sansa are all super tall and look like they ate their Wheaties over the past year. Sigh, this decade really has moved fast, hasn’t it?
Yes, things suck big time for Cersei. And with her children and family gone, Jaime asks the inevitable question of what are they even fighting for?
Her only potential ally at this point seems to be Euron Greyjoy, who promises a fleet and a special mysterious gift if he can get all up in Cersei’s lady business.
Don’t do it, Euron. You know she’s packing a steel bear trap in that thing.