Prologue
A light-coloured, gigantic sphere circles the galaxies slowly. Silver wisps protects a queen from her enemies.
Long, platinum-blonde hair spread on a red velvet cushion and a lean yet muscly body sleeps on an Egyptian style bed. Under her dark purple eyelids, her sea-green orbs sit silently. Full, dark scarlet lips smile on olive skin and so does a petite nose. White, sparkly stars perches on her ears.
The queen wears a flowy, silver and strapless nightgown and her nails are painted white. Rings are on each finger: some are simple silver bands; some are delicately engraved messages on them ('I heart you 'or 'Everything's OK'); and some with brightly coloured stones on them. Her feet are covered by brown sandals. Scarlet roses, the same colour as her lips, surround her as she floats through her planet.
Blood stains her stomach from an old wound she has been recovering from for more than a century. It is the only thing wrong with her. She has left her family and friends behind to heal this. And who knows how long it would take to heal?
Breath. She sits up and takes a breath.
The Queen is awake.
Long live the queen.