Yes... something like that. [She tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear with her free hand, watching her steps and keeping balance with their connected arms so as not to crush any flowers underfoot.] I had not aspired for the Rigelian throne. I would have been happier without it, I think. But such notions were near blasphemous.

[The Duma Faithful and the Empire's throne were almost inextricably linked, both factions working under the dragon god's banner. Admitting her distaste for them earned her a swift and bloody end in exchange for Duma's favor.

Still... Despite the subject matter, Rinea looks content.]

I am not sure what god I should thank for being here admiring the gardens with you instead.