She was the Queen of Nothing, the Empress of Nihility, the Princess of Naught...but a princess nonetheless. She walked in a place where the princes were all in search of the things that stood out, things that were appealing to the eye, things that didn't require quite so much involvement to appreciate. Her sisters, the Princesses of Something and Some Things, respectively, were both courted by many suitors and the picture of all that she wanted in life. She stole through her palace, imagining all the things that went on around her, the things that were and thusly beyond her domain, all the while wishing she could escape this life and join her sisters, her acquaintances, her friends in the places that Were.
One day, a young man came to her, much to her surprise. He was the friend of a friend, and they got along famously. She didn't let this go to her head, as many a young gent had flirted for Naught and she was never the prize they sought. Still, he was handsome, and he was such fun to be around, and he did seem to understand her so. They became fast friends.
After a time, the young princess realized she had fallen quite in love with this man, and wanted nothing more than to tell him so, but knew no way to broach the topic, such was the peril of Nothing. So she sat in utter misery and had no way to escape this void that her heart was quickly becoming, all the while growing to accept that this would make her the true queen of her domain: this void in her heart.
One day, the young man came to her, as he often did, to talk of frivolous things so they could laugh and not recall why once the giggles subsided (as they were wont to do). Her heart was heavy because all she knew how to do was tell him to leave her and not explain why. She was surprised when, instead of their usual banter, he confessed his love to her. He told her how their fabulous hysterics over the nothings they shared were more than breath to him, and how he could think of no better way to spend the rest of his days than doing absolutely nothing with her. Naught was everything to him. And so they did.
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