The people think he's a prince, born to rule, and look to him to lead them. It should terrify him, that much trust and dependence, and he so woefully unprepared to fulfill it, but it doesn't: he gives Snow's orders and backs her every move, his trust in her even greater than the people's in him, and better placed.

This is his true destiny: to stand at the right hand of the woman he loves, to be the arrow she shoots from her bow to do her will, his sword a well-honed tip to strike her mark.