Queen Drucilla sighs and leans back on her throne. She rubs the weariness out of her eyes as she straightens her proboscis and rolls it back up again. Dalton hurries through the entrance to the royal living quarters. When he looks toward the queen, an expression of concern plays on his face. The twelve court bees are busy playing a numbers game with several dice. They don’t notice that the queen is not feeling well today.
Drucilla: Is our guest here, Dalton? He is due to come now, isn’t he?
Dalton: Yes, he is, your royal Highness! My guard has sent word that he has arrived at the main gate and is being escorted to us as we speak.
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