Angela blinked twice, her gaze lingering uncertainly on Zayden before she finally nodded, her voice laced with a hint of nervousness. "Yes, your Highness. My father is Henry Meadowbrook." She turned toward the king, feeling the weight of his scrutiny.
"Mhm!" Gabriel tilted his head, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. "Uncle Gabriel is fine enough. It's what Zayden calls me."
Angela's cheeks warmed with the unexpected kindness, and she returned his smile. "Uncle Gabriel."
Gabriel's eyes sparkled as he regarded her. "Do you have siblings, Angela?" he asked in a casual tone, though she had an inkling he might already know. Of course he knew; the king never met anyone unprepared. This question was his way of inviting her to open up.
