Intrigue? Hah. Torben stood silently what Fjolnir went on explaining about entertaining the masses and keeping a good show. While the darker prince disagreed with that logic, he quirked an eyebrow and paired it with a smirk. "My mother and father take King Nathaniel into their chambers at night." And that was all he'd say on the matter. It was the truth, he'd noticed, but what happened behind closed doors was absolutely none of his business nor one of his curiosities. No, no. Torben did know, however, that Nate had been treated like their stepfather their entire lives and he was in love with their mother. So, some details could be confirmed.
"Yes, she has. A lot of Midgardians have been here that long. And a lot of Asgardians spent months on Earth feeling unsettled and confused in their roles. I can't imagine having not grown up in this lifestyle or even this realm, then being thrust into it." Was he being too common-sensical? Probably. Fjolnir didn't seem to want logic. He wanted someone on his side. "Perhaps you could... show her the ropes? Teach her more about court and your duties? Your aunt is quite genteel," he smirked. "She could chaperone," Torben chuckled. "I suppose she's keeping the throne warm while the rest of you are here?"