I Hate When They Call Me Snow White

I looked up with a satisfied smile, but it faltered when I saw his expression. His sharp features were cast in a dark glow from the light. He looked intensely earnest and as if he was on the verge of confession.

“You are quite unlike anything I imagined you to be,” He said. His voice deep with sincerity.

“As are you,” I said softly.

He smiled crookedly.

“Like that,” I pointed to the anomaly that was his smile before continuing, “You’re THE Huntsman. When I first met you, or before I even met you, I thought you would be this brooding, quiet stone of a man.”

“And you still don’t think I am?” He said, still smiling.

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