The reckoning of a Queen

He blinked in confusion as the beautiful queen pushed past him, uttering something about an Empress, and curling into an alcove. Was she… drunk? He raised his head, and sniffed the air as he tried to sort out his emotions and memories. Everything felt a bit difficult, and hard to reach up there. Some memories floating away just before he could sink his teeth in them. Tantalising him for a moment, and then gone.

“...Who?” he asked softly looking at the back of the small queen with a frown. This place reeked of familiarity, but he could not place a single part of it. He knew, without looking, of the whelping den dug into the back, but he could not place having ever entered, or dug the space. He knew Zee’s name, and felt the subtle stirrings of possession. Everything else was slipping away before he could grasp it. His own name, gone. His breathing quickened with the fear and agitation of the unknown.