Kieran chuckled amidst the pain he was going through. "Tempting, I would say but if a woman like you wants the throne this badly, it simply makes me want to hold onto it even more."
The woman smiled, "but what good is it to you holding onto it when you shall be in slumber really soon?"
"I shall wake up."
"Aye, but how long? Another eight hundred years? Your son would be old or dead by then if at all he ages like night howlers."
"I shall wake eventually."
"To chaos and destruction, obviously. Kieran, with you out of the picture, there is nothing stopping me from getting whatever I want. Even now, you don't pose a threat so don't think everything would be calm and peaceful should you go into slumber nor would you wake up to a calm world."