Before, the walk from my inner palace to my litter took five minutes. Today, with so many heavy dresses and so much jewelry I could only take little baby steps and the journey took half an hour. When I got there, my usual litter had been replaced with a 12' long by 12' wide by 12' tall one. The frame appeared to be made of solid gold. A six foot tall wall of gold surrounded it, forcing me to climb special stair just to get in. The bottom three feet was one giant purple cushion. Three of the sides had a sofa attached for reclining. Fluffy feather pillows were all over the place. I stepped onto the cushions (making them sink down about six inches) and started to lay back, but Miranda and Madison stopped me. They took several minutes to arrange my outfit so that everything was in font of me when I laid down. My skirts were so big that practically covered the entire floor of the litter. Miranda and Madison sat down on either side of me and reclined to. I couldn't rest my head, because it would damage y hairdo, so I had to have it propped up for the whole trip. As we started moving, thick pink curtains were dropped on all four sides. I tried to relax, because I had a long journey ahead trapped in this cloth prison.'
The trip I was taking was a very important one. I was going to the capital for my coronation ceremony. Of course, I already was the queen. That honor was granted to me the moment my mother died. But her full title was Grand Lady Jasmine, Galactic Empress. Technically, she wasn't Empress over the entire galaxy, there was a lot of space still to conquer. It was really more of a hope that she would become it in her lifetime. Anyway, that is what our leader was called from the moment we conquered our first rival star system. However, the new Galactic Empress could not be anointed until two and a half years latter. That time had passed, so today was to be my official coronation.
Suddenly, a fit of vanity overtook me. I suddenly thought that being Galactic Empress wouldn't be enough unless I was also the most beautiful person in that galaxy I ruled. Quietly, so nobody could hear, I started to whisper.'
"I wish that after I am coronated, my skin will give off a pink glow. I wish that every year after that I will become exponentially more beautiful. I wish that by the age of 20, I will have broken ever beauty record ever set by womenkind. I wish that my glow reaches out to other people, and makes them completely obedient to me. I wish that when I die I will be known as Galactic Empress Jessica the Beautiful. I wish that ever aspect of myself will be exaggerated to just before the point of being uncomfortable. I wish that my beauty, in a slightly diminished form will be passed on to all of my descendants."
