Relena
The World Depression
Her therapists were uneasy to tell Relena that she had problems. That came with the hefty title of Vice Foreign Minister. People were wary of her position, and though her youth sometimes allowed for their tongues to wag more freely, more often people shut their mouths, and smiled pleasantly.
Relena knew she had problems. She wouldn't have gone to the therapist if she didn't.
Romance had failed, and she was alone, except for Pagan. She didn't know her brother, but loved him all the same.
Dorothy had given her the number of a very discrete alcohol delivery service. That had been useful, to an extent, but Relena did not have it in her blood to waste away, drinking Wild Turkey.
She found pleasure in helping people. But people found it awkward to be in her presence, so aware of her title, and not who she was.
Frustration at the world, made her question the world where rich business men could buy votes and pass unfair laws. Where taxes were rising, for the poor and lowering for the rich. Where the youth had no dreams, and their parents despaired, knowing there was no hope for their children.
Once upon a time, she had been the Queen of the World. It made her wonder, whether Treize had been right all this time.
That thought made her cold. It still didn't go away.