This last week marked the end of the age because much of the action was started by Westeros' second sons

those overlooked, disgruntled males. One of the things I've always

even in the face of bizarre and terrible events. I'm recalling the poignant moment when Cersei and Jaime

who are twins, unite in support of their horrible, poisoned son Joffrey as he passes away at his own wedding

Or the sympathy I felt when Melisandre, the 900-year-old sorceress 

responsible for the creation of some of the most heinous deeds on the show

finally gave up the fight and crumbled into dust.

It serves as a subtly pointed reminder that despite all of its flaws and prejudices

the human heart is typically forgiving and compassionate when faced with pain and love