"My mother was a member of the Domina, did you know?" Hermione didn't. It was unheard of for Domina to reproduce. Children, connections like spouses and partners, were a weakness that could be exploited. "She tried to keep me hidden, from Hela. From Adelaide. It didn't work, of course. They found out. They found me. And they killed her." There were actual tears now, glistening in the Elder's dark eyes. "She broke the rule. No children. No lasting connections. And they punished her. Despite their promise, their word that Domina members would not fall to another. They made it look like an accident, you know. A mission gone wrong. Blamed her for her failure. Refused her burial honors. She was burnt, her ashes buried in an unmarked grave near where I was born, in France." Cecily paused for a moment, cocking her head to the side as she continued to regard the ceiling. "Well, fuck me. I monologued anyway."