[Her head was spinning and her knees felt weak beneath her, even as he held her tightly in his arms. Fear ran cold in her veins, foreign within the she-wolf of the North. This was so great a decision, so strange of a question that she couldn't answer as firmly or definitively as she would like.

One moment ago, she was beneath the tree, startled by the Prince's sudden appearance. Suddenly, she was in his arms and he was asking for her to be his.

Had Ned been here or Brandon, they would have rebuked her, shielding her behind them as they drew her out of the dragon's coils. No, this wasn't right.

Despite that knowledge, she hesitated, afraid and uncertain.]

You don't even know me, Rhaegar. [It was the first she spoke his name without formalities or pretense. She addressed him as an equal, a man, not a prince.]

What you're asking is impossible.