Henrik's unwavering gaze would coldly sweep over each of the Theiri's in the court room in turn, analyzing them.  He looked at the build of their bodies, their chosen style of dress, the stances they held, the looks upon their faces, listened for the subtle little things one could divine from a voice, and made a myriad number of other observations.  Their is no subtlety in this, but his stares are kept short and sweet, efficient; he does not do it long enough for it to be a faux pas on his part.<br/><br/>He did not trust the Theiri Prince. Henrik's initial interpretation is that he is likely to be someone accustomed to getting things his way, and, above and beyond that, knowing full well how to get it. The fact he is focused so intently on his little sister is troubling, but Henrik doesn't outwardly show it.<br/><br/>The princess seems much more interesting. She wore a dress, and though apparently quite accustomed to it, he imagined that she did not actually enjoy it. Her bodyguard possessing two weapons was a clear indicator that, as he heard, the princess knew how to fight; not even Grim would be strong enough to dual-wield those two weapons, and he was a hulking brute, unlike the body guard. Still, the guard looked more than competent; she was likely to be one of the better skilled Theiri warriors.<br/><br/>The princess was quite intriguing for her physical appearance. The king--or, perhaps, the queen?-- must have gotten around, as the saying goes. He can only speculate, at this point, just why a bastard would be in court. It was odd, though he could think of several relatively good reasons as to why she would be there.<br/><br/>Henrik remains quiet for now; it is not yet his place to introduce himself.