Nalena tilted her head a little as he described the concept of royalty. She didn't mind it. All she wanted was power; to split with her brother. "I am Nalena. You may know me as Loki's little sister. Also his right hand woman. Even more deadlier than the wench, Sif", she said to him before a smile and a dry chuckle sounded from her. "Never mind that", she strolled to the head chairs where the king and queen sits, and pulled out the king chair if Loki ever entered. She waited...

Her green eyes glared at him sharply in silence. "WE, have seen better around here. Our poor father fell into Odinsleep, and Loki was the only one left to take the throne", she explained. "AND!", she exclaimed suddenly slammed her palms on the table, making some things clatter. "Our brother has been banished. Never to return", she said in a calm voice suddenly. She leaned herself back to her usual stance while her eyes pierced back at him.