"Aye," Theon agrees, glancing around again at their surroundings, which are pretty as a picture-- though they ultimately can't hold a candle to the woman beside him. He's as besotted as ever, perhaps more now that they're not bound to title or role. "I suppose part of it is knowing that the winter will go and there will be spring. Easier to celebrate the seasons when they turn properly."

The children continue to holler with delight as they skate back up toward a larger patch of ice, what looks like a pond all decorated with twinkly lights and greens.

"Look," he says, nudging her lightly. "Do you remember skating in Winterfell? The times it was warm enough that we could tie blades to our boots and skate on the creeks and ponds?"