Henry stepped into the house, a soft smirk forming on his lips. It reminded him so much of home that he almost felt in many ways that he was stepping back into his father's court all over again. He was very glad that he had chosen to pull something out of storage that he had never had the heart to part with, having had it restored over and over. Sometimes magic was good for some things.
It had been a few hundred years since he'd last worn the exact clothes he wore to Court when he would attend. It almost felt natural to be donning them again. He saw his father speaking with a few and started to approach him, a frown marring his features when he saw Lady Jane hurry off, obviously upset.