Game Of Thrones. It’s been an honor working on one of the best shows in the history of television. Dragons reigning down hell fire on swarms of armies. Sword fights between men and the undead. Incredible story. Gorgeous women bearing it all almost every episode. The list goes on and on of fantastic things and sometimes with friends I find myself dragging for minutes on what I got to film for the day. The one special reason for me why I love this job so much more though was for my girlfriend and hopeful future wife. Daenerys Targaryen herself, Emilia Clarke.
“You’ve been together for what, four years now? Don’t worry, she’ll say yes. You’ve got this.” The director reassures me while I’m sweating bullets behind the camera fiddling with the ring in my pocket. We finished filming the current season yesterday but me and the director convinced her that we needed to reshoot something real quick.
I look down the hallway and smile as I see her approaching. I give the director the thumbs up out of her sight to shout “Queen approaching!” like everything is normal. “Hi honey.” Giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead to not screw with her makeup I take her hand and we walk into the throne room.