Yes, yes, I tell her, you will still need to study! And as Empress you’ll have proper tutors, one for each subject. And many personal servants. She asks if she’ll have spies. Yes, I tell her, I suppose you will. And advisors. So many advisors, your head will spin. She wants a cake maker! Well, I tell her, you’ll have a whole kitchen staff, with an army of chefs. And of course she asks if she can have cake every day. And I say, if that is your wish, my young Empress, which always makes her giggle. Sometimes she gets so sad, remembering these things. They remind her of her poor mother. It’s been six months and Emily is resilient, but sometimes I can hear her crying when she thinks I’m asleep.