Day 16
The Night's King looked upon the dark future the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come presented to him.
"Jon, I am so sorry for how I've treated you," Lady Stoneheart said softly, reaching up and stroking the young man's cheek. "You loved Robb… just as much as I did. You would have died for him… I know this. I was too blinded by my own hatred to see that but now I do. In honor of his memory I would ask you let me love you as I loved him."
Cersei looked over at Tyrion and patted him on the shoulder. "It is so nice that we have been able to mend fences and find human decency and kindness once more."
"Very much so my dear sister," Tyrion told her softly.
"Hey everyone!" Sandor called out happily, bursting into the room with Gregor standing next to him. "Let's sing Christmas Carols!"
"HARK THE HERALD ANGEL SING!"
The Night's King shuddered as the direwolf Ghost began to dance on his hindlegs. If holding Christmas in his heart prevented… this… he would put santa hats on all his wights.