The reckoning of a Queen

Sirius did not give her much to work with, not anger nor passion nor any other emotion that she could turn upon him to make herself feel better. Instead he gave more questions, and some small faint sober part of her felt concern. The rest of her did not, and she gave the wall a frustrated groan before turning from it. She crawled from the small space, rose to her full - and unimpressive height - and showed her husband her teeth. "No, Sirius. You don't get to play the victim here I won't let you. Have your memory loss elsewhere, or I'll remind you what happened the last time we fought." It was unfair, she knew that somewhere inside but the alcohol had made it blissfully easy to pretend otherwise.

She had been wronged and now what, she needed to nurse her poor hurt warlord back to health and forget her own suffering? Pretending that it hadn't happened at all would hurt too much, but so would explaining to him why she was in pain if he was unable to remember. Lost in the warmth of the drink, Zee was not grown up enough to put her own problems aside for his sake. A nagging feeling of responsibility tugged at the back of her mind but she shoved that away too, along with memories of her son who had also suffered his own loss of memories. Mortis hadn't ever seemed to regain them, there was the possibility that Sirius might not either. No. Selfishness was easier, responsibility was hard. Duty was hard. She could not be his loving patient wife right now.