"I knew when I met her," Jon said. He didn't often say such sweet things about Ygritte, knowing how she felt about them, but he knew from the moment he'd met her that there was something special about her, some spark that he had to capture.

Kissed by fire. Jon couldn't imagine being with anyone else the way he was with her. This village, for all its troubles, had given him a precious gift in Ygritte.

"She hated me. We should have hated one another - we were on opposite sides of a war."