I blinked, unable to believe what John was saying. I remembered the young boy who had surprised us that first night in the castle, the determination in his youthful gaze, and how he seemed disobedient by nature. 

Even though he was tall and muscular, his boyish eyes betrayed his youth. I imagined him alone in search of his friend, and though I didn’t know him well, my heart ached. 

I recalled Henry's distraught, desolate expression, his brother. And I realized one thing: he ...