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The Queen Bee
I first saw her as a child. I was mesmerized under her simple spell of twirling and dancing beneath the orange grove. I was lured to her. She was a voiceless siren.
As years passed, I would return to sneak into her palace. The purpose, or excuse even, was to find information or anything else that Eddis commanded me to find. However, I can not deny that I would never leave without catching a glimpse of the queen of Attolia again. Even it was just from a far off window. I had merely assumed it was to settle my curiosity if she would ever smile or laugh when alone. My heart gets tangled and knotted when I think about her old cold mask.
It was dangerous. Eddis reminded me of the risks each time, but I still went back to the beehive to see the queen. Just like a wild animal risking to get a taste at the honey. Her drones would never know I was there. They would have killed me and stung me a thousand times if they knew that I dared to watch their queen bee.
The idea of love never entered my head. No, not until the Baron Erondites's son started proclaiming his love with that sap ridden poem of his. Even after years of dealing with my maddening cousins, I have never wanted to strangle a neck so badly. Even then, I truly did not understand.
I still wouldn't understand after she cut off my hand. It grew worse and the frustration would drive me to insanity. Even though I feared the queen in my nightmares, was enraged at what she did, why did her cold face never leave my mind? I would find myself drifting back to that fateful night behind the orange grove.
It would take months for me to understand why I longed to see those green eyes. It would be at that point that I would decide to steal the queen bee for my own.
