[He intrigued her. The gentleness of his manner was far different than his father's or even Robert for that matter. He had no gruffness about him, no arrogance shining from his eyes. He found the beauty in the simple things, as evidenced by his music.
Most men she knew would shun such things, viewing it as effeminate. Yet Rhaegar embraced it. He seemed as honorable as her brothers and just as ameable. Strangely, she forgot sometimes that he was a prince. In seeing him, he was nothing more than the sort of man that she had always hoped to meet. Not for a lover, as she never thought of such things (the word was almost ruined by Robert's presence in her life), but as a friend. A similar soul to her own.]
Don't allow my sex to mislead you. I may be a woman, but I am as much a knight as those men that I bested in the tourney. What makes a knight? Is it the title that others seem to flaunt? Or is it the honor?
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Most men she knew would shun such things, viewing it as effeminate. Yet Rhaegar embraced it. He seemed as honorable as her brothers and just as ameable. Strangely, she forgot sometimes that he was a prince. In seeing him, he was nothing more than the sort of man that she had always hoped to meet. Not for a lover, as she never thought of such things (the word was almost ruined by Robert's presence in her life), but as a friend. A similar soul to her own.]
Don't allow my sex to mislead you. I may be a woman, but I am as much a knight as those men that I bested in the tourney. What makes a knight? Is it the title that others seem to flaunt? Or is it the honor?