Day 14
"Spirit, have you come to show me visions of Christmas?" Lysa asked with a huff. "Perhaps my whore of a sister who got everything getting even more? Or my brother who is allowed to do whatever he wants without a scolding? Maybe you will show me visions of the next old man my father believes I should marry just to get him a bit more power." She collapsed in her chair, throwing a hand upon her brow. "I dreamed of so much, Spirit. I dream of a wonderful life. With a husband who was young and strong and brave. Petyr… sweet Petyr. So kind and powerful. The pinicle of manhood."
"Yes, Ser Petyr Selmy is a good man, taking much after his uncle."
"I was referring to Petyr Baelish."
"…"
"Spirit?"
"…seriously?"
"Yes."
"No, seriously."
"yes!"
The Ghost of Christmas Present frowned, scratching at his chin.
"…seriously, I am talking about Petyr."
"I was warned that these visions could cause madness."