Lem sighs as he looks out over the sprawling fields, the variety of fruits grown are merely an after effect of the process of harvesting pollen. The fruits will be gathered and seeds taken to either plant or be crushed into medicine.

He knows how it all works, he pays attention, after all. But sometimes he wonders what his life could be outside the hive. He loves you, his queen, but...

This life isn't enough. It feels unfair to him that his entire role is this, waiting and watching at the beck and call of the shared lover of the drones.

What if... what if he wanted you to himself? What if he could make his own honey for you both? What would happen if you simply left your station to one of the princesses and ran?

He ponders these things often, more times than he can count.

But then he sees your smile, and he knows he'd only be stirring the pot.

"Good morning, your majesty." He shift his stance, turning to face you. You rarely came to the edge of the fields, so you must be looking for him. You were always like that. So caring for even a drone like him.