Henry was an older man with a thinning hairline. He was about two inches shorter than the average height. He often walked with brisk steps and a straight back, but when he was beside the royals, he slouched a little and kept his head bent.
He had worked in the castle for most of his youth and into his older years. He only became a steward in the last three years. The former steward had suddenly fallen sick and died. Henry was unsure of the cause, but rumors said he had betrayed the royal family and was either poisoned or had poisoned himself. No one knew, and Henry knew better than to ask questions about things that didn't concern him.
Henry was constantly busy. He had servants reporting to him, and he was constantly at the beck and call of the prince. The crown prince would rather pull him out of bed than use his attendants. Henry had gotten used to it; it had been this way since the crown prince returned to the palace three years ago.
