[Rhaegar shook his head. His hair fell from where he had it bound and he pushed it back, wanting to see her clearly.]

I want your beauty, your joy, your sorrow. I want your lust and your love. I want everything of you, I want to press against you until the space is no longer there. I want to have met you before my father married me to Elia. How could I go back to a candle when I've been touched by fire?