Dalton has almost finished closing up the entry to the royal living quarters with beeswax. Behind the wall, all was quiet. He turns to us.
Dalton: Shhhhh! Her royal Majesty is sleeping and I don’t have the heart to wake her. The last two weeks have exhausted her so much, I fear for her health. This week has been especially rough since Frank has been here. Because he’s such a big guy. I had to put him in the assembly hall. It is the only chamber in the hive where he can stand up straight and stretch himself. This means we can’t use the assembly hall for any other purpose. A lot of worker bees are angry about that. I must admit, between taking care of Frank and keeping the protesting worker bees away from the Queen, I feel a bit taxed myself.
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