He held out the reins to her and began to climb up, and in doing so, he had to put his arms beside her. “Sorry,” he said, his arm grazing hers. “It’s fine,” Snow insisted, but she’d never been this close to a young man before, and certainly never to one nearly this handsome. The guards in the castle, even the young ones, had permanent scowls on their faces, but Henri—whether he was worried, sick, or just being a gentleman—seemed to always be smiling.
