"That is a question many are seeking to answer." Her voice became softer when it became apparent Sileon was not being aggressive, although perhaps the delicate followers of her ex-husband's lover would not know the difference with the direct god of flame, the shock, fear and indignation emanating from them, even as they cowered, brought a vicious smile to her lips. She had not been jealous of the wretched creature, but she had loathed how her husband had placed his own petty desires over the wants and needs of their own children, for that, the pretentious demi-god had earned her ire.

"I can answer that I do not want it, even if I thought I might. I will not sit where he sat, for fear of becoming him." It was not that she was averse to power or ambition, but that throne had done what more damage to those who sat on it than any conspiracy, and she did not wish that madness upon herself, even if she would not hesitate from manipulating the one who eventually sat it. The patron god of aristocrats would hardly ever stray far the throne, even in her wanderings across time, she had seen it more than any other place, even those dear to her.

"My children have the right perhaps, but I do not desire them for it, any more than any other, beyond that they would make better rulers than some. Will you simply become the attack dog for the next King of the Gods? Or do you wish something more, son of Ventu?" Her eyebrow rose, even if he couldn't see it, as she spoke, genuinely questioning the god. While she was better at masking herself, concealed in plots and schemes, the pair were both gods who could speak and act openly, a part of her was always from the cold North, a land of blunt and open talk. Short lives bred people who cared not for tricks and it was refreshing to find it in another, even if it was not something always found within herself.