It's William, of all people, that asks her about it, a few years later. Huntsman's love is obvious, and hers shines back just as brightly.
"Why does he not marry you?" William asks.
He's not jealous, but he hates the thought of Snow being unhappy.
Snow just smiles.
"He already has a wife," she says, simply.
"She's dead," he protests.
"Oh, Will," she says, patting him on the cheek before flicking his nose.
Then her face lights up as the door opens, and William understands.
They both lost so much to the old ways. They make their own traditions now.
