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When Reyna was five, she wanted to be an emperor.
She would ask her sister to wreath a few flowers from their backyard together and pretend that they were laurels, would sit around in the highest chair in his father's study with a bowl of grapes balanced haphazardly in her chubby legs whilst devouring thick volumes of Roman history.
Her father would see her and chuckle, messing up her black hair and accidentally knocking her laurel's wreath off, and she'd stick out her tongue and tell him that emperors were not to be messed up with, but her smile would always give her away. She couldn't help it.
Reyna wanted to be just like the great Augustus, to protect her people and lead them to glory. She always tried to follow his steps, but it was hard to look dignified and regal when every day you were mocked at and made fun of by your kindergartener friends.
So Reyna would escape from the shrill laughs and the pull of her braids, climbing up into the safety of the highest slide she could fin