Fallen Dynasties and Remnant Treasures.

In the whirlwind days of my tempestuous youth, I was wild child. I played fool in class, paid no attention in school and regularly cut canteen queues. I even, unbeknownst to my parents and out of wedlock, spawned an illegitimate family of 3 with an unknown character.

But as I was errant, so was I great. Once upon that wayward time, I founded a dynasty. I was Queen of the Galaxy. My full title was Queen Jessamynette Larverne Fredericka Charlotte-Cher of Jupiter. I had two sons, Princes Lucifer of Saturn and Theoderick of Mars, a daughter (what on earth was her name?) as well as two sisters, brothers-in-law, servants, random relatives and a Royal Pony and Horse. I was also a terrible ruler, for I was autocratic; the names of all my royal subjects had to be chosen by me (my subjects did not like their names) and court rules were tedious and elaborate (they had to curtsey).

As all dictators, I suppose I deserved what was to come; one day, suddenly and silently, my dynasty, the Zihualingian era (for the want of a better name), came to an end.

I mourned a little, in a subtle way, so subtle that you could say I didn’t notice my loss at all. But what grief can you expect from someone who was 14? And though I only mourned that little, there was no need for more; for like every fallen monarch, priceless relicts from the old dynasty were left to me.

Happy memories, hilarious anecdotes and faded pictures, to name a few. One of the most precious treasures I have kept all these years, is this: