[She tensed in his arms, still uncertain and afraid of the feelings he raised in her. It was all so new and fresh, it was a haze in her mind, a jungle of jumbled thoughts. She needed a moment to catch her breath, even as her heart beat fervently in her chest, commanding her to stay rooted in place.

Despite herself, she pulled out of his arms, taking a single step back. It wasn't out of respect for Robert or his wife that caused her to break from his embrace. Only her fear, her shyness.]

I'm not afraid of him. [She said this as her voice quavered, anxiety rising to the surface by Rhaegar's gaze.] His good opinion matters little to me, as mine is so low of him.