The old man led Henry into a grand hall, just like the rest of the buildings architecture, it was a icy haven. A large glittering chandelier hung from the ceiling, just below the long shiny ice sculpted table which occupied dishes and fruits of various kinds. The chairs which also seemed to be made of glittering blue ice, surrounded the table with Felicity sitting on one of them.
"Thank you Wallace, you may take your leave," she said with a gentle smile.
"Yes, my lady." The old man bowed and left the dining, closing the large door behind him.
"Come now, have a seat and feast," Felicity said to Henry, pointing to a chair in front of her. Henry who had been admiring the plan immediately snapped out of his trance and nodded.
"Hm," he muttered before walking up to the chair and sitting down, directly facing Felicity, who was still smiling.
"Um... What about Emily?" Henry asked, deciding to break the silence
