Remember the day as we lay as larvae, waiting for the day that we bust out of that paper hexagonal shape?! Wondering what was up with all of the buzzing and fussing that was above us. The scents of pheromones and the drips of honey that anointed us, to one day throne us, well throne you, the hive is ran by only one Queen, I just hope to stay next to you and bring you food and if you like your meals, you will continue to allow me to sting you and bring you more troops. Who would have thought that this tiny baby larvae will one day be royalty, and the other larvae in the other sac will always bring his loyalty, to her. What they don't know is when no one is around she sneaks and feeds him honey, and days he isn't feeling too well, she makes sure he's buzzing. He's trusting her visions and decisions, because without her he can't imagine his-bee-self flying and living. He loves home and he'll never leave the Honey-comb, even if he catches scents of other Queen's pheromones. ðŸðŸðŸðŸ King Qadar Dwon'