Glancing back at my ornate room with paintings of stars dancing across the ceiling and walls. My bed, with stardust covers, my closet, drawers, books. I know that beyond my room are countless others for the countless daughters that may come. My sisters are studying in their rooms, my mother doing what knows what. They will grow up, become the keepers and Queen's of the stars, watching over the nebulas and constellations. That is their destiny. But I have never loved the universe as they did, I was never cut out to rule like them. My heart lies with one constellation only, and now, it is my heart, that will save him.
