The beauty of a realm cannot be denied, and here in the piers of gold towering the perfect world fashioned in the image of a God that was intent on his rule and the contentment of his people. Yet here there was much to be said in the appeal of not only the architecture but those that resided within. Icy eyes climbed the ornate seeking for a grasp on the interior the methodology and the truth behind each arch rather than address the emotions that burdened within. Stuck on repeat the heart of a woman was an electrical storm within her own mind, she knew that nothing in her position came easy and yet it haunted her these ideals meant to break her turn the girl into a woman that she was destined to become. Yet there was hesitance the dream of a differing sky rather than the need for her to be the idol of her people tested and true in the rise of what they needed. A nation or rather a realm was not for the free of heart when one took the title they were not free to love they were not free to venture. They could not be shaken from the path of their truth and of their crown. Surely the Allfather saw this and she assumed that the youngest Prince did as well, they were not free they were bound to obligation bound to the station of their rule and despite the agonies it brought there was always a love for the lands they came that kept them to the path no matter how disheartened they became. Rather she often thought to her mother and despite their arguments on her station and look to life she would never stray from the mother of her realm would never betray her for they were kin and the blood they shared would prove solidarity for the years to come.<br/><br/>As they peered to the dining room she looked to it absently she had no interest in wines and food, well perhaps the former but not in access often. "It is quite grand," she admitted and knew that she would taking meals with the rest of them she was there to converse after all. That was her duty to them and to her own. Keeping the arm of the Prince they ascended the staircase content in their company of one another and she found comfort and ease even in their moments of silence. Such an oddity considering they had met mere moments prior, perhaps one could claim a spirit akin to one another. As they entered the room she was to call her own for the duration of her stay she smiled. Releasing the arm of the God of Mischief she strolled across the room promptly. "It is lovely," she assured him knowing that in the grandeur she would be able to spend little time in her solitude and she was glad for it the rays outside beckoned to her wild spirit chanting that she might enjoy some of the sunshine before succumbing to the objections of duty. "I implore you to stay Prince," she offered him with a small smile. "It will take but a moment for me to direct my ladies and then we may continue our stroll." She stated and then set to work beckoning the women to her.<br/><br/>With the efficiency of a royal she commanded them gently not needing a firm hand in her instruction she would save any need to be fearsome for those that needed to be instilled with the array of her might not those that were devote in their wish to assist. As she finished her brief instruction she turned back to the man of ebony locks clad charmingly in emerald. "I do believe that shall suffice, shall we continue?" She asked gently for some reason a part of her had not wished to be parted from Loki she saw some charm in those devilish eyes and longed to know him better. And what better way to shirk off the cloaks of their titles than by conversing openly. She allowed for a maiden to take the cloak she had been wearing revealing the deep sapphire gown beneath perfectly tailored to her willowy form. She gave a nod of appreciation to the woman. "You have told me about your home but I do wish to hear more about yourself," she stated and then allowed the mischievous smirk to taunt her lips. "There are few in Asgard who hold the power of magic, I assume you learned the trade from your mother?" She asked gently with apt curiosity.<br/><br/>"Flying is good to get the blood flowing," remarked the blonde God wanting to make his retort known to the fair maiden that was accompanying him. He was rather fond of her presence and she had been eager to bless him with it as of late. He had wondered to it at times but had not been yearning to make the mistake of such implications. He feared a loss of a dear friend at times, even though her boldness would ration his curt ways neutral. He sighed gently in the thought uncertain of how one were to proceed in these circumstances they could not be forthright as he normally was with other maidens for there was loss to be had here not the simple glare of a woman but the loss of a comrade a sparring partner and a great ally in the glory of battle. He could not comprehend such an implication and thus he kept his bright eyes trained forth and answered her questioned with the boyish grin. "Loki was very eager to be the one to escort her, and he seemed to have eyes only for the maiden in the throne room." He shrugged as if it made no difference to him. "I am sure that he has courted some, my brother merely likes to keep such things to himself. As if we would tease him relentlessly for disclosing anything. Well he may be clever in that regard."<br/><br/>He raised a brow to Kyrie and the broad shouldered man spared her a glance. "And why would you be worrying whom I fancy Lady Kyrie?" His tone was teasing although he did wish to tear the words and the truths from her lips. He decided that it was best to answer the rest of her questions lest he be spurned further by her impatient nature. "I would not say fancy not that I can deny her beauty. I think when it comes to interests we are worlds apart," the idea did not bother him there were many fine maidens in Asgard he was strolling languidly beside one of them at the moment. And she was much better suited for someone of his warrior status. "As for who she is you are quite correct, she is Lady Kari of Vanaheimr holding the title of Princess in her realm. They say that she is the Goddess of Witchcraft and quite proficient with a bow."<br/><br/>He sighed gently. "I am not certain what kind of accord my father hopes to make with the Vanir but I hope he does not intent to make an arranged marriage so he might gain another with the Sight." He joked with the other. He knew the value of dear Heimdall and that the man was an asset to their land, another with the eyes to see would be invaluable. As they entered the grand room her spun Mjolnir with ease and looked to her. "After you, I'll even let you render the first strike, so that when I defeat you, you will know that you even had a handicap." He told her warmly knowing that it would be quite the battle either way.