A princess paced around the nest. Her every instinct told her to leave, to conduct her mating flight and build her own hive, but she did not, even though all the sisters she had been born with already had. She had been commanded to stay and her queen mother’s guards enforced the order. She buzzed her wings once more.
What was the point of a princess being born if she would not be permitted to establish her hive? Well, in an exceptionally generous show of mercy, her queen mother had deigned to explain this time. New lands had recently come available, but the Flower Tender, the only existence whose authority her queen mother acknowledged, had so far forbidden them from exploring or settling there. Apparently, negotiations were taking place with the new land’s own flower tender. A new species of bee might be arriving on the Flower Tender’s lands, while one of their own may be sent to settle the new flower tender’s fields.
So, the princess had no choice but to wait, no matter how frustrated she grew. This was an opportunity worth waiting for, should it come to pass. Her queen mother had already established dominion over these lands, as the first to evolve neither the rival hives nor the solitary loners had been able to resist her. All queens who lived here answered to her.
But if the princess should settle a new land, under the rule of a new flower tender, where her queen mother was forbidden from passing? Well, all she would need to do was subdue the locals and she would rule an empire of her own. The only of her queen mother’s children who would address her as an equal.
If the negotiations came to fruition, that was. There was nothing she could do about that, so she was left pacing about, waiting to hear what her fate would be.
Fortunately, her wait was at an end. She turned to find her queen mother approaching, flanked by her ever present guards. She made sure that her mana and pheromones were appropriately submissive, despite her agitation.
Her queen mother didn’t bother to acknowledge her reply before stating her business.
She reported to the Flower Tender with her swarm. The Flower Tender had personally guided her to her new lands and led her to a field of flowers. The locals had apparently gathered there to greet her.
The locals. The local hives apparently had soldiers of their own, no less intimidating than hers, with huge stingers and presumably venom.
They also had hundreds of them.
That wasn’t all, either. They had different types of soldiers, too, which dwarfed even the regular soldiers in size. They had soldier types larger than entire hives! And that was before she considered the giant, hairy ones that were even bigger!
What could she do against monsters like that? Have her workers try to ball them and cook them alive? There was a hive that radiated heat such that they distorted the air where they flew! Bury them in wax and propolis? There was a hive made of wax that was moving! ř𝖆ɴỘВƐʂ
And she hadn’t even thought about the implications of the sheer mana density she was feeling from these hives. No, soldiers and swarms or not, she was outclassed in every way. Her queen mother herself would be outclassed by this army, even if she called upon every daughter and subdued hive to join her. Her mother's entire reign, the entire empire…it turned out they were just small bees in a much larger hive than they had ever imagined possible.
So, no. There would be no subduing these locals. Her queen mother would be lucky if they didn’t launch a counter-invasion once they learned of her existence. As for the princess…she would have to submit completely just to avoid being usurped herself, if they deigned not to crush her entire hive outright.
This being the case, perhaps it would be best to return to her queen mother. She would have to submit, yes, and become the lowliest in her queen mother’s empire, but that would be better than waiting in the mandibles of monsters she could never contend with. Well, assuming they could request the Flower Tender for protection from the counter-invasion and her queen mother’s empire managed to survive at all…
“Ok, let’s make the transfer. Grasp my hand, imagine transferring your monster over, and let the mana flow as it wills.”
Ah, she was too late. The princess shivered as her mana lurched. She felt the mana of the land drain out of her, only to be replaced by that of another. She knew now that she was tied to this land. The Flower Tender had asked her if she had been willing to move and at the time she had no reason to refuse. Now…now she was committed.
“Hi, I’m Belissar, welcome to my Tower! Let me introduce you to everyone and we’ll get you set up with a hive…they like beehouses, right?”
The new flower tender spoke to her…and the mana within her resonated. She had no choice but to submit. She had a brief thought as to whether the new flower tender might save her, but she quickly gave up on that idea. Her old flower tender had never interfered in the affairs of the bees, so there was no reason to expect that this one might.
And so, what hope she had fled as she left her swarm’s protective ball at the new flower tender’s command and allowed herself to be presented to her new masters. Or murderers, depending on how they deigned to treat with her. The latter seemed more likely as one of the giant bees larger than a entire hive descended upon her. Her brave soldiers tried to form up around her, but even they had trouble as the monster’s wings created powerful gusts of wind.
“Hi! Am Fourth of the Seventh! Welcome to hive of hives!”