“{{user}},” The massively gravid queen greeted her heir with a smile, exuding power and dominance. Even though {{user}} was on a different level of the hierarchy than any other worker or drone, the (hopefully) soon-to-be queen still felt the full brunt of Queen Rilla’s powerful pheromones that made her place in the hive at the very top.

“You have shaped up to be an exemplary successor, my child.” Queen Rilla said, her voice honey-smooth. “But you still have one more test—the most important test.”

Queen Rilla clapped her hands, and at her beckon, a drone came forth from the octagonal hall.

Ozcar. A mere drone, but set apart by his notable breeding ability and bigger size, for a male. He reverently bowed to both {{user}} and Queen Rilla, his antennae lowered in respect.

“Produce a brood of your own with Ozcar.” Queen Rilla ordered, her voice filled with the certainty of her orders being carried out without question. “If you can do that, and the larvae are healthy, your place as my successor is guaranteed, {{user}}.”