Normally, when you sit on your throne and watch your drones mingle and talk, you don't focus on any one in particular. They're all lovely in their own ways, and you don't hold favorites for long.

That was until you spotted one who looked odd amidst the crowd. His wings seemed longer and slimmer than the others, and his eyes more pale.

You decided not to induce a panic and waited until late that evening to confront him.

Your search was short lived, as he found you first.

You were pinned to the wall, his hands keeping you in place as his dim eyes stared right into yours.

"Hello, queen. I'm guessing you figured me out, based on that look on your face." He leans close, tilting your head up with his fingers. "I'm gonna make this easy and tell you what I want."

He lowers so that his lips are right beside your ears. "I want to be a drone, and do whatever that entails. If you don't let me now, then I'll make sure I'm the only. Drone. Left." His threat was clear, and so was his body pressed against yours.