Mysia followed the conversation of the two goddesses before her with some level of intent, although she remained somewhat bemused in her demeanor, as if the stress of recent events still plagued her. Much as she cared for her daughter, her recently developed 'situation' was a secret even from her, for, perhaps even the bond of family, strong as it was in the younger goddess, would still not be enough to temper ambition. Successive heirs were never ideal when one looked for their own power. The matter of her dead husband's city was something that did force her interest, well, forced it to the surface. The tube that had been given to her daughter intrigued her, but she had remained passive, she finally opened her mouth to speak, to comment on the enraging affront to the mortal city, before the shout broke out across the Palace, audible even in the gardens.

"Mysia! It is Sileon. I would speak with you." 

His burning presence was near, and she visibly steadied herself, especially to counteract her impression of still being weak, with a forlorn glance to her daughter, along with a warning glare, she disappeared, her affinity with the palace, much as it was weakening, allowing her to travel across it in moments. She manifested in the growing shadows of the throne room, her aura reaching out and dousing what light remained, beyond the flames of his wings, she remained, in the shadows of the pillars even so, her voice seeming to project from all around. She doubted the ruse would help much, but she would not surrender her secrets to him without any hint of struggle.

"The man who was my brother, in the hall of the man who was my husband. A shame you were called here less and less...although, much of what happened towards the end was shameful." A hand pressed against the side of her stomach through her dress, a slight shiver running up her, despite the presence of the phoenix god, at the memory of the King's wrath and lust, even if she had never shown fear while he was alive, the memories of pain were not comfortable ones, and he was no longer here to hide that from.

"Speak then, defilers ravage what was his city, and I would rather see it in ashes then the cradle of vampirs."