Maisie Williams Reveals Her One Regret About Game Of Thrones’ Final Season

“I see a darkness in you. And in that darkness, eyes staring back at me. Brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes. Eyes sealed shut forever.”

That’s Melisandre there, slyly informing young Arya Stark that she’s destined to kill someone with brown eyes, someone with blue eyes, and someone with green eyes when all is said and done. Walder Frey and/or Meryn Trant accounts for brown, while the Night King effectively checks the box for blue. So what gives? Why didn’t Arya get the chance to kill someone with green eyes (i.e. Cersei Lannister) and fulfill the prophecy?

Turns out Maisie Williams herself was also a little disappointed that Game of Thrones chose a different path, ultimately shipping Arya Stark west of Westeros. But as Williams tells EW, she was always crossing her fingers in the hope that she’d one day share the stage with Lena Headey.

I just wanted to be on set with Lena again, she’s good fun. And I wanted Arya to kill Cersei even if it means [Arya] dies too. Even up to the point when Cersei’s with Jaime I thought [while reading the script], ‘He’s going to whip off his face [and reveal its Arya]’ and they’re both going to die. I thought that’s what Arya’s drive has been.

Turns out Lena Headey echoes that sentiment, too, and laments the fact that Arya and Cersei weren’t able to share one final scene together – even if it likely would’ve resulted in the death of her character.

I lived that fantasy until I read the script. There were chunky scenes and it was nothing that I had dreamt about. It was a bit of come down and you have to accept that it wasn’t to be. There is something poetic about the way it all happens in the end with her and Jaime.

She is, of course, referring to the death of Jaime and Cersei Lannister. The incestuous twins came into this world together, so it’s only fitting that they died in each other’s arms. And Arya Stark? Her own Game of Thrones finale pushed her to the ends of the earth where she hopes to explore pastures anew and maybe – just maybe – fulfill that prophecy that Melisandre was clamoring on about.