“We operate on much of the same logic as you do, my dear, fear of the unknown being one of such points in logic. It is complicated to change a society, I’m sure you are aware of this,” he said to her, slowly walking back and forth as he spoke, his eyes cast downward as if deep in thought.
“There are many things I would change in Asgard if given the chance. Perhaps one day I will be given that chance, though the chance is quite slim. You see, I am the second son of the King, I am cursed to a life of servitude to my brother. He is the next crowned king, and I am to sit behind him and advise him for the rest of my days, forever second to him.”
"Yes, I am aware of that.” she answered. “But … can’t you do anything about it? About your brother? Is he more powerful than you? Or is it favoritism?”
“I shall return to my otherwise chaotic home, yes I will.” clarified the lady, nearing the plain grassy area. “I hope...