"But have the fire of his mother, too," Jon said, one hand sliding up to thread in her long, silvery hair. He loved it, loved how long and silky it was and how it made her look like something so beautiful that she wasn't quite real; Jon still didn't understand why, exactly, Daenerys Targaryen loved him but he wouldn't trade it for anything.

"I have never loved anyone or anything like I love you."