The world fades in and out of her vision, colors of vibrancy and beauty swirling among her own blinded thoughts. With each breath comes a loss control and consciousness, every sip of the bottle leaving a bitter sweet taste on her lips in which she suffocates. And yet she drinks anyway.
"K'iera, please. You'll only hurt yourself more."
"Go away Farkas."
"Is this really the life you want to live? Don't be stupid."
His words did nothing to stem the addiction. Her rigid frame was pressed against the decayed wall, fumes pouring throughout each room, bottles strewn about her bed of straw. They framed her figure, like a throne of pity and despair. And she was the Queen of Anguish. The Master of Impulse. The Perfect Mistake.
Skooma was her only comfort.
His hands shook, but Farkas did as she commanded, a loyal subject to the end. Even as he moved away from the door, she refused to meet his eyes, maneuvering her hand around her hobble of a castle to find yet another bottle of Skooma to fight the pain. This was her kingdom. Here, surrounded in the fumes of her only friend, she was safe.
Time loses meaning, and she too meant nothing. Under the clouds of forgetful dreams, no one could see who she was. Her regret no longer pulled at her mind with harsh reality. Here, there was no K'iera. There was only the Queen. And the Queen regretted nothing.
Claws tearing into flesh, blood staining the trees, the gaze of their eyes as death left them still and lifeless. She didn't want to remember anymore. And Skooma gave her release. The ability to forget.
But it wasn't enough.
The daze of color only lasted so long, and when the pleasant dreams faded, she was left again with the neverending grief. She lost control of her kingdom.
But she couldn't take it. Couldn't stand even the slightest flicker of memory. She didn't want to be K'eira. She wanted to be Queen. Forever.
And as another bottle touched her lips, she finally got her desire. The clouds suffocated the last of her fears and memories, her mind reaching peace as it faded into eternal sleep. Never again would she have to regret. Never again would she feel the agony and despair. Never again would she hurt. She had become forever happy in her kingdom.
And like the loyal subjects they were, no one came back to discover their queen's body.