{Backdated to after the flood. Written.}
I was my brother, and he didn't even know he was dead.
He didn't know about Dany.
I want to be a better person. I want to be like my brother. Whatever his alleged flaws, whatever lies the Usurper told, my brother was a good person. He was brave, he was honorable, and he loved me.
[Private to Cat]
You should have told him who you are. He could have told you the truth about Lyanna Stark, once and for all.
[Private to David]
I want to be like you.
[Private to Claire]
Jon Snow is gone. Take me to the CES.
Whoever you are, Santa, I highly doubt you're capable of giving me everything I want. Regardless, here is my list:
1. The Iron Throne.
2. Every living Lannister, locked in a dungeon, for me to do with as I please.
3. My sister, locked in a separate cell, to do with as I please.
4. The remaining Baratheons, dead. I don't need to be bothered with watching them die. I just don't want them following in their pretender brother's footsteps.
5. Illyrio's sword, or a better one. I'd prefer Valyrian steel.
6. A dragon.
I'd like a high quality cloak, lined with fur, with the proper Stark colors and sigil, for the day Cat decides she wants to be Arya again. Until that day, give her some new clothes. No gowns. Could you find and return her wolf, Nymeria?
Give David his 'morphing box' so I may borrow it. If he has some sort of 'holiday wish,' grant it.
Anyone who has shown me the proper respect, give him or her something desired.
Viserys III Targaryen, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm