[Rhaegar could not help but laugh. She was so certain in her convictions, so impassioned. It had been a long time since he had seen passion so violently displayed. He drew closer and touched her cheek. It was a liberty, yes, but he was a Prince of the Seven Kingdoms and she was the daughter of one of his vassals. It was within his rights, even if he was a man wed and she was betrothed to another. It was not normal for him to be so imperious and, yet, he could not help himself with her.]

Some would say that what makes a knight is the anointing of the Seven by another knight. Any knight can make a knight, you know.

[He tilted his head a bit, considering.]

Kneel, my lady.