It had been a very long time since Ilithyia had hoped for anything. She wanted something, she made it happen, through twisted words and subtle movements against those around her. Hope and the gods had little to do with the life she had led in Rome.

"I once paid for a priestess to help dear friend," she admitted. "Her womb would not take seed and she was childless, though wished very much for a family. I thought she would help."