Prince was mildly amused when he saw Snow slip from the carriage and begin to walk up the grand steps towards the entrance to the castle. Always one to do her own thing, it seemed. Slipping from the saddle, he dusted himself of a little before moving after her. His boots sounded upon the steps with a strong and confident beat. Feeling eyes upon him, he looked up to see that Snow was watching him and he wondered what thoughts might be running through her head at that moment. Was she nitpicking his look again? She always seemed to do that, fussing over the smallest specks of dirt and muttering about how it was best to look better than all the rest. Prince had always felt that it was better to look equal and let your power and charisma speak of your ranking, but Snow didn’t understand such things.<br/><br/>Once he was even with her on the steps he paused and looked at her once more. As an afterthought, he extended the crook of his elbow, letting her take it before they continued on their way up the stairs and to the entrance. He didn’t really have any clue as to what was going on and it bugged him more than little. Usually he knew when, where and what he was suppose to be doing but not here. Once they were in the entrance, he casually let his hand rest upon hers as she was holding his elbow, looking around to see who he recognized.<br/>