Moiraine wasn't a woman given to romance. Lan knew that if he made some beautiful gesture of his love and adoration she'd appreciate it because it was him and she'd know he meant it, but she wouldn't truly feel it. He longed to discover her weak spot. She had to have one; she may have been Moiraine and an Aes Sedai, but she was still a woman.
Lan analysed her every word for weeks, trying to find out what sort of romance appealed to her. She wasn't a great lover of poetry or art, nor would she appreciate him standing drunk outside her window singing in the middle of the night. Then, one night when they were travelling to Caemlyn and couldn't reach an inn before all the rooms were gone, Moiraine told him herself.
Lan had called her out from the tent he'd put up, wanting to ask her some trivial question. The words had died in his mouth as Moiraine stared up at the dark sky, then spun around and around with her arms held out like a little girl. "I love the stars," she'd said dreamily. "I was never allowed to sleep outside as a little girl, but I've always loved them." She had a peaceful, euphoric look on her face; Lan had wordlessly gone and fetched her bedroll and placed it next to his. They'd lain there in silence, Lan watching out for danger while Moiraine watched the stars, and Lan had thought she'd fallen asleep when she spoke. "I always thought it would be terribly romantic to make love beneath the stars," she'd said, then laughed softly. "Do you think that's silly?"
"Not silly at all, no," Lan had replied, his mouth slightly dry. Moiraine had rolled over to her side, he could see the fire in her eyes contrasting with the delicate sparkle of the stars reflected in the dark orbs; he pulled her closer and kissed her gently.
The next morning, Moiraine was back to being as practical as ever. Lan thought wryly that all he'd have to do next time he wanted to see her softer side was take her outside on a clear night.
Everyone has something that makes them go soppy. Even Moiraine. Hope you enjoyed :-)