Chrysalis
by SMYGO4EVA
It was all for the King, Shaiapouf had told himself, it was easier this way.
He knew that the woman named Palm would be sure to keep that in mind. She was to become one of the Ants, to feel as deeply and identically as the heartbeats in every cocoon.
Loyalty belonged to only the King, and to the Ants, to themselves.
Shaiapouf had gazed upon the woman's form, as she would no longer be human, therefore no longer repulsive. Even in disgusting curiosity, the Royal Guard let his hands drag down her cold skin, only for mere moments. The woman should be grateful he spared her life, even when the crimson that stained her clothing was symbolic of her plated humanity.
Shaiapouf drew back a quick breath as goosebumps appear and disappear at his touch, his hands run over the woman's form, over her chest and her torso, all over her slumbering body. All before the cocoon enveloped her, encasing.
Her rebirth soon commenced. She'll no longer be human; she'll become perfect.
It was all for the King, Shaiapouf kept telling himself. The woman will soon keep that close to her, and she would gladly die for the King.