Frederick proceeded on making Henry's life a living Hell.

She nodded as she listened to him and seemed quite content to stand by patiently and wait for his judgment. Not that she believed anything to be poisoned, but mostly that the food was so different than what they would have had in Magvel, that she wasn't actually sure where to begin. But Henry seemed to know enough of kings and queens, and if his attire wasn't obvious, she had to make the assumption that he was at least remotely familiar with her particular situation.

Perhaps. Or it could have been wishful thinking on her part, she supposed.

When he stood for so long, silent and contemplative, she began to second guess herself. Maybe something was off about them. So instinctively, she moved to stand just a little behind him and reaching over tentatively with her right hand, she tapped at his shoulder gently.

"Henry," she began. "Are you all right?"