"I see." From Greta's perspective, 'Kingdom to the North' is a perfectly reasonable and adequate description. The Kingdom she hailed from had to end eventually, and it stood to reason there'd be another one beyond its Northern borders. Things were peaceful enough that they never bothered themselves about knowing their neighbors all that well, not beyond bits of gossip or news from traveling merchants (and even that tended to run more along the lines of 'they say a merchant's daughter has taken up with some sort of bear-pig-creature' or 'I've heard there's some sort of rose-bush infestation on the castle grounds,' not 'the King is named Richard and here's what he looks like').

'Hortensia,' though. That's new. She wonders if she ought to warn him that he might not make it. Is there even a way to phrase it that wouldn't sound like a threat?

"I'm afraid I've never heard of Hortensia," she admits. Then, a bit more cautiously, "I've found myself in a city called Manhattan, actually. Have you heard of it?"