Becoming Queen of My Own Queendom!

So, that was remarkably how it happened. My Prince arrived, there was a period of courtship and then we were married and I officially became Queen of my own Queendom.

There was much to do. My Queendom was in disarray! The garden was completely overgrown, the pantries empty, the orchards in need of pruning and cobwebs and dust aplenty. My Prince proved himself eminently useful. He was a real action man. All I had to do was make the list and he would systematically work his way through it. Things started to happen. A magical transformation was taking place.

My heart just wanted to sing! As I watched my Queendom grow in splendour I found myself more and more often in a celebratory mood. Dressing in the morning became a creative task. My wardrobe suddenly seemed like a child's dress up box full of endless possibilities. I took to wearing flowers in my hair and draped myself in intense colours and lovely fabrics that whispered around me.

With my vision and my Prince's extraordinary work ethic, my Queendom was suddenly bursting at the seams with potential. And, boy, oh boy!.....I had PLANS!