The End of an Era

Queen Maria was sitting in her room, drowning herself in wine. Empty bottles were scattered on the table and floor. There were dark circles under her eyes; her clothes were torn, and her hair was dishevelled.

As she took another deep sip from her glass, the door creaked open. Maria barely lifted her head, her voice slurred as she muttered, "Rehena...?"

The figure stepped closer. "Your Majesty, it seems you've had quite a lot to drink. I am William, your Prime Minister."

"William...?" Maria's voice trailed off. "I thought... she had returned..."

Since the disappearance of her daughter, the death of her son, and the loss of her most trusted maid, Rehena, Maria had been shattered. She tried to hold on, but as the days passed, she became more and more consumed by alcohol. Her grief had consumed her, and now the atmosphere in her room felt like a tomb.

"Your Majesty, you need to take care of yourself. If you keep going like this, you'll get sick."