[Rhaegar kissed her, just a gentle press of lips against her own, and pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.]

You don't know me but you seem to know your own heart. You have no love for Robert Baratheon. You could be a queen, my lady, and bear my children alongside me. You could dwell with me on Dragonstone while Elia remains at court. It is possible. How could your father refuse such an offer?