Admittedly, she was mildly impressed with his attitude towards this whole Kingship situation-- there was something to be said about a man who cared little for titles that he had not yet earned. Truly, did the untested alphas characterizing the packs these days have reason to lord themselves over anybody? Perhaps he would join the greats in the annals of history, or perhaps he would be but a small blip in the turbulent past of the plains pack. He had quite the adventure on his hands, nevertheless, and Adonai herself was curious as to where he would take Asteraia. A noble ruler, the girl could already see him as, but nobility did not necessarily beget legendary. Would he be a King who's life would be sung by wolves living decades down the line? Or would he fade into the background, another transient force in a pack that had already had many?

Adonai could not yet tell. His goal for no 'significant troubles' was lofty in a world where all troubles seemed to be paramount; the question was whether or not he could carve a path for Asteraia itself, or simply fall behind a force already at play. She mused over it for a moment. "For the sake of you and your pack, I hope you are able to escape tragedy." It was not an ominous statement nor a threat-- but truly, who knew what the future could bring? It was good that there was uncertainty in his tones. One could never be too careful.

Still, he seemed as capable as one could be under the circumstances, and despite his evident noble nature he did not seem to be a man obsessed with justice. That, too, could be a danger to her grandfather's sometimes more... morally grey activities. Though her mind turned over each word, each subtle twitch, Adonai did not look as if she was lost in thought. His words were easy to reply to, but their connotation and their deeper meanings were something that she could mull over endlessly. Perhaps this is what she had been bred for; the culmination of each piece of her family ending in a girl who was distantly aware of every little thing. No doubt, then, that Eden would try and use her as a tool. She supposed it was not the worst fate.

"No, we have known of your presence for quite some time. But perhaps you may know us now as gracious hosts." She offered, with a slight chuckle and a jesting twinkle in her eye. It was justified that she might try and make the formation of an alliance between Glorall and Asteraia a bit easier in the future... information was the source of action, after all, and Arturio seemed a fine enough ally. Besides, shouldn't Eden want to get a bit of quiet revenge on Asteraia's former Queen? Adonai tilted her head slightly as he explained of his bond with Nari, and how chivalrous an invitation he would offer her. She suspected that he was telling the truth. He did not seem to be the type that would harm a woman, nor force anything upon her, and despite the bond it seemed as though Glorall might be safe from this conceptual theft.

Adonai gave him a rather diplomatic smile. "I see. That is a most unselfish position you are taking, Arturio." She offered little else on the matter, preferring to stay out of it now that she had gotten the information she needed. Bound by fate, but he would not force her here. Interesting, but perhaps more interesting for Eden than for her. "I am sure that you already have formed an opinion about Eden, and about Glorall. I will leave any formalities to those more qualified than I, but it was a pleasure speaking with you. You must be busy, Arturio, and I do not wish to keep you much longer." Unless he had any questions for her, she would take her leave-- and trot back home with a mind full of things that her grandfather may find very useful.