"Fair enough," he laughed. "I do pride myself on being-- or, living-- big. And a prince? Well, I suppose that will have to be one of my mysteries for a while."
Henry listened. Gabriella's voice was sweet. Very sweet. Whitehall's music was anything but, of course, but Henry could notice talent when he heard it, even before coming to this world. His eyes were locked intently on Gabriella the entire time. When she finished, he broke into a grin.