Emperor of the Galaxy

Orion was crowned Emperor of the Galaxy when he was two years old. The grandfather was dead; there had to be an Emperor so the rest of them could get on with the business of ruling. 

They took the boy from his home and put him in a crystal tower high above the world-city. His aunts and uncles had no time for childish games. The servants bowed before the boy-emperor and ignored his boyish commands. 

If you have a telescope you might see him up there some days, face and hands pressed against the glass. Alone on his throne perched so high up above us: The ruler of the known universe, lord of all he can see.