The beautiful vistor stands in the open hall, his wings almost glowing in the sunlight shining from the windows.

Drones and workers alike stare in awe at the visitor. Butterflies are considered the wandering eccentrics, never seen in one place long but their beauty and elegance is always remembered.

His sandals lightly tap against the marble floors, his hands full with a bouquet of flowers.

He stops in front of you, the queen. The guards beside you watch him closely.

"For you, queen of this hive." He offers the bouquet. "I hope to stay here for a short while, if you'd allow me."