Post by callmedelta on Jun 6, 2023 23:39:19 GMT -5
Jadwiga sat alone in her bedroom, lazily swirling a glass of wine in her hand. A clock tick tock-ed away in the corner. The room was plenty full, with a large bed on one wall, a plush carpet on the floor, wardrobes and closets filled with more clothes than she knew what to do with, a family portrait hanging on one wall, a window on the other, the chair she now sat in, and Dante’s de — her desk, Jadwiga had to remind herself, against the far wall. It all seemed so large, so empty now, without another to share it with.
God, she was tired. ‘Was this how you always felt, Dante?’ she wondered, staring out the window to the Pareau night, ‘Always so drained, like life itself had been sucked out of your very body?’ Jadwiga didn’t have much to do with the government like Dante had during the previous few years, but what roles she still had to fulfill added up when she was still trying to be a mother to young Caden and Caterina.
Jadwiga took a sip of the strong wine, letting the warmth of the drink wash over her. She didn’t want to think about anything. Not how Caden had gone from a quiet child to one who was downright a statue. Not how Dante had to leave her with this mess, and not how it felt like a betrayal from her own mind every damn time she thought that. Jadwiga went for another sip of her wine, only to find her glass empty. The bottle nearly was as well, the last drops of the wine pooling just enough to cover the bottom. She drank straight from the bottle, a part of her feeling rather undignified. A larger part of the Queen was simply happy for a bit of peace and quiet in her head, if even for a moment.
Standing, nearly stumbling, Jadwiga made her way over to the wine cabinet. It had been fully stocked at the beginning of the week. This made the fourth empty bottle to go back in the cabinet. Jadwiga began to reach for a fifth, then stopped. This wasn’t good for her, and Jadwiga knew it wasn’t good for her. ‘That’s enough for tonight,’ Jadwiga thought, deciding to prepare for bed. She knew she’d be back soon, if not tomorrow then the day after, most likely. Dante would have hated to see her like this. But at least when she was drunk enough, she wasn’t being assaulted by her own mind.
God, she was tired. ‘Was this how you always felt, Dante?’ she wondered, staring out the window to the Pareau night, ‘Always so drained, like life itself had been sucked out of your very body?’ Jadwiga didn’t have much to do with the government like Dante had during the previous few years, but what roles she still had to fulfill added up when she was still trying to be a mother to young Caden and Caterina.
Jadwiga took a sip of the strong wine, letting the warmth of the drink wash over her. She didn’t want to think about anything. Not how Caden had gone from a quiet child to one who was downright a statue. Not how Dante had to leave her with this mess, and not how it felt like a betrayal from her own mind every damn time she thought that. Jadwiga went for another sip of her wine, only to find her glass empty. The bottle nearly was as well, the last drops of the wine pooling just enough to cover the bottom. She drank straight from the bottle, a part of her feeling rather undignified. A larger part of the Queen was simply happy for a bit of peace and quiet in her head, if even for a moment.
Standing, nearly stumbling, Jadwiga made her way over to the wine cabinet. It had been fully stocked at the beginning of the week. This made the fourth empty bottle to go back in the cabinet. Jadwiga began to reach for a fifth, then stopped. This wasn’t good for her, and Jadwiga knew it wasn’t good for her. ‘That’s enough for tonight,’ Jadwiga thought, deciding to prepare for bed. She knew she’d be back soon, if not tomorrow then the day after, most likely. Dante would have hated to see her like this. But at least when she was drunk enough, she wasn’t being assaulted by her own mind.