Winter came to Comic-Con in the form of 15 black Escalades with a police escort.
Heralded by wailing sirens and stretching for blocks, the entourage sliced through the streets of San Diego like a motorcade for visiting royalty. Which of course it was.
Behind the tinted windows sat a queen, a witch, a knight, a wardeness, a budding maester, a young assassin, a court advisor, a captain, a captive and some of their family and staff.
Or rather 10 fine actors, one director, an executive producer, 20 members of network media and talent relations, 10 groomers, makeup and hair stylists, more than a dozen assorted managers, personal assistants and friends, and, of course, some...