He watches her stare up at him with big eyes — big because her heart is in them — and when she speaks, he nods, kisses the tip of her nose.

“Aye,” he says, a little sadly, “We should have. But we’re not the same person.” Trueborn and bastard, Targaryen and not quite a Stark, a conqueror and a man who has always intended to spend his life defending his people.

They complement each other, they fit together, but they’re not the same.

“I love what you are, Dany.”