Frowning, Henry threw his keys onto the glass coffee table sitting in front of the massive leather sofa. He couldn't understand Gabriella's reluctance-- if she knew he could get her into any of the clubs or bars she wished, why didn't she choose to let him? Following rules and propriety had never been his strong point, particularly as king, and the instinct had carried over.
He shrugged and dropped onto the sofa, relaxing while he watched Gabby take the place in. One of only two massive two-story condos in the Palms Place tower, everything was of the most opulently modern design, and Henry had lavished a great deal of attention on the details, from the placement of awards and memorabilia on the walls to the exact shade of white for the sheets-- another carryover from his previous life. The hotel itself had recently decided to pattern its "Majesty" penthouse suite after Henry's home.
Henry cocked an eyebrow at his young girlfriend's suggestion. "I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. The hotel's room service can bring us anything we like, we have access to just about any movie or music imaginable, and if you're in the mood--" he waved toward the private balcony-- "you cannot beat the view from the hot tub."