Akron lays on her side, crawled up in her throne room, cuddled next to some of her servants, the little darlings, if only they knew how much she loved her. Suddenly she heard something entering "My now, who's this?" Akron said before she stood up, some of her servants dashing over and gently propping themselves against her, taking on some of her weight as she bent over to sniff this newcomer. And what she smelled was familiar but different, it was strong, royal and it demanded respect, yet it was feminine and motherly "Oh my, another Queen?" Akron chuckled as she moved her head down to gently rub against the gravidness of the other Queen's belly, showing a quick sign of respect to her fellow matriarch "Hmm... judging by that smell of yours, you came across the Atlantic, and your fur... long but still quite short, I'd say you've been here a good eighteen maybe nineteen years... am I getting any of these right, my little majesty?"