We’ve seen them endure scars, lose loved ones (and limbs), through disability and even death, but now, devastatingly, it’s all over. Their watch, and ours, is at an end. As we look back on our beloved (well, almost) heroes, it’s astounding how far they’ve come and how much they’ve all changed. So, it’s understandable that we would want their journeys to continue, even if it’s only in our heads. Which is why we couldn’t help but imagine, if the men of Game Of Thrones were real and living today, somehow sailing out of Westeros into the equally brutal environment of the contemporary urban metropolis... Well, what would they be like? And what would they be wearing?

Jon is a great guy. However, he takes himself very, very seriously. He’s in a band called The White Walkers and he drones on and on about them constantly. You nod your head and smile when he does so, but have always avoided actually going to one of his gigs because they’re the kind of band with a “manifesto.” Jon’s always in black: perfectly worn-out black T-shirt, beat-up black leather jacket, ink-black jeans and black work boots. Jon also loves his glinting silver accessories. Lately, he’s been wearing his curly hair slicked back into ponytail, which, weirdly, suits him, and he’s definitely using some product – it’s just so glossy.

You haven’t seen Jaime for years, so when he surfaces at your local one night you’re shocked by the marked change in his appearance. Which probably has something to do with the fact his very, very, very long-term relationship has just ended – and not well, apparently. Jaime was always the type to dress like his girlfriend, so now the butter-blond blow dry (to match hers) is gone, replaced with a much more relaxed stubble and short, messy crop. In terms of wardrobe, he’s still finding his style. Used to warmer climes – he was always somewhere sunny with the ex – he’s now wearing his Hawaiian shirts with thick cardigans; cashmere socks with his dirty white sneakers. The only hint of his staggering wealth is the gold watch on his wrist. He always loved gold.

Despite his social awkwardness and appalling lack of enthusiasm for, well, anything, Bran has a preternatural ability to know about a trend before it hits. He was wearing ugly sneakers years before anyone else and, right now, he’s all about tie-dye shorts, florals and man bags. The strangest thing is that he doesn’t even seem to care. When you ask why he’s chosen a particular look, he just shrugs and stares off into the middle distance before saying, in a monotone voice, “When did you last do ayahuasca?”

Every time you see Tyrion he gives you a life-changing piece of advice, although sometimes you choose to ignore it because you can smell the expensive merlot on his breath and see the purple smears on his teeth. Tyrion is always looking for the best investment, the best opportunities, but he’s also got the best heart. Which isn’t to say he’s perfect (you’ve heard stories) but his choice of suits is always exemplary. He goes for immaculately tailored two-pieces but always with a twist to display how unique he is. He also always has a great pair of sunglasses, probably because he’s a bit self-conscious about the scar around his eye.

Ugh, this guy. Aeons older than you but in far better shape, it’s no surprise you can’t stand him. He’s so smug, with his glacial eyes and that sly smile; it’s like he’s got a secret – and it’s about you. However, you grudgingly must admit he’s in fantastic shape. He’s so toned, you can see every muscle, every sinew, even the ones that ripple over his chiselled face. He and his terrifying team of exercise nuts – whom all look like Mr Keith Richards, if he stopped tanning and embraced the grey – stalk the streets in sleek sportswear and the most up-to-date training tech, luxe fabrics that wick away their non-existent sweat... Deep down there is a part of you that is tempted to join them; maybe you’d be happier? Maybe life would be easier? But then you’d have to do one of their insane ultramarathons through the snow, you’d probably never laugh again, and you’d almost certainly die in a ball of fire.

The men featured in this story are not associated with and do not endorse MR PORTER or the products shown