He had been drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The moment the crown of blue winter roses had been placed in his hands, she had been all he could see. With his heart pounding in his ears, he rode to her. Her playful smile was gone. In fact no one was smiling. with just one action everyone surrounding them had turned into expressionless statues of stone, but when Rhaegar smiled at her, something appeared in her eyes.
A sliver of tenderness? A figment of his imagination no doubt.
Hours, day, weeks, even months later his wife, his friends and his own mother would make sure to remind him he had made a mistake, when he crowned Lyanna Stark the queen of love and beauty. But despite the constant reminders of his crime, a bright flame still drew him to her