Not set in any particular episode, just fluff about what it means to be Queen of a hive, and what it is that sets her apart from other wraith. Please Review, I'm curious as to how much my interpretation differs/is similar to what others have concieved of.
Pathetic, really.
Her own child thinks that he can hide his thoughts from her. Laughable. As though any of them could hope to conceal so much as a passing whim from her mind, let alone something as important as his failure.
She was connected to each of them. She created them, it was only right that she be in control.
Some would do well to remember that.
With grace unseen in any other creature, she rose from her throne and circled her son.
The wraith had no names as their herds understood the word; even the concept of individuality was fuzzy within the hive. But she did not need names to recognize her children. She knew them by their scent, their appearance, and their minds. She knew them by their movements, and their loyalty. She knew them because they were a part of her. Each and every single one of them.
Facing the one before her, she cocked her head to one side. 'What is it?' She asked him, her human voice distorted by her insect physiology. It echoed in the cavern of her throne room. Her child looked down to the floor, but inevitably his eyes were drawn back to her.
'Forgive me, my queen.' He glanced down again, and she let him show his humility.
'Kneel,' she ordered.
His head jerked up. His eyes wide. He knew what was coming. He understood what his punishment would be.
But he obeyed. Not because his brothers would easily catch him if he tried to run. Not because he had no hope of escape. But because she was his queen. It was not in him to defy her.
Without a word, and so fast he didn't even have time to flinch, she reached out and pierced his chest with the deadly feeders on her hand. She did not relish feeding on her own, as she would have on a defiant, terrified human, but it was satiating, at least.
She stopped herself before she had taken too much, and when she pulled away, she could see the confusion in his pain-wracked expression. She smiled. 'I expect you to remember this as you pursue the escaped prisoners.'
Relief replaced confusion. Relief not because she had spared his life, but because she had given him purpose again.
He bowed. 'Yes, my queen.'
She returned to her throne and sat down again, her long limbs settling gracefully into the chair as she watched her children leave her room.
They were powerful, yes. They were strong. They were clever and beautiful and better than almost any other creature, except her.
She was not wraith. She did not obey. She did not owe allegiance or loyalty. She did not need another to give her purpose. She could make life as well as take it. She was not Wraith.
She was Queen.