Gabriel's POV

I can't remember how many days it's been, drinking myself into a stupor day and night. I lay on the floor, kicking over a few empty bottles and tossing them around uncomfortably.

"King, the queen will be sad if you do this."

The attendant carefully walked past me, ready to take the bottles away, and I loudly scolded her to put them down. "Don't move! All of you get out!"

She wasn't going to be sad, if she was she would have told me to stop drinking.

"What are you doing!"

A woman's scolding voice woke me up, I opened my eyes in a daze, and I was...