He dismounts from his own steed, known as Crimson for its strangely dark red hair, and have a stable boy tend to his horses needs. Henrik himself, wary and wanting to rest, though not outwardly showing any obvious signs of it (his "poker face" truly being that powerful), made his way off to visit with his father and mother; they'd want to and needed to know that he was back, and make a report.<br/><br/>His black cloak, stained in a few places with splotches of blood that were not his own, trailed behind him, just inches from the ground. His armor had a few dings and dents in it, but it was well cared for. His red leather gloves were well worn, and starting to fade, but held up good enough that he did not feel it right to get a new set yet (he is quite utilitarian, you see).  Red leather boots were likewise well worn, but still holding strong. The same can be said of his clothes.<br/><br/>He'd greet the handmaiden sent to fetch him, and follow after her, being brought towards the king and queens chamber. The handmaiden would pause at the door, knocking hardily on it, and announcing that she had brought Prince Henrik.