It was so quiet in the royal living quarters, only the occasional wave of a feeler could be heard. The sound resembled that of a feather floating through the air. No human could hear it – only a bee. Drucilla B. Queen sat on her throne straightening her proboscis and rolling it back up again. She and Dalton both stared at the empty chair in facing them.
Drucilla: He’s not coming, Dalton. Who would have the nerve to stand up a queen?
Dalton: Perhaps something happened, your Majesty. Perhaps something out of his control.
Drucilla: I believe something will happen to him if he doesn’t show up in the next ten minutes.
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