A family on the throne is an interesting idea. It brings down the pride of sovereignty to the level of petty life.
For me, as a beginning novelist, all other living writers form a control group for whom the world is a placebo.
When you turn from one room to the next, when your animal senses no longer perceive the sounds of the dishwasher, the ticking clock, the smell of a chicken roasting - the kitchen and all its seemingly discrete bits dissolve into nothingness - or into waves of probability.