'I finally solved my colony's problem.' You thought, 'We finally won't die out thanks to the contract I've made with the neighboring male colony.' you thought. Turns out that due to your inability to not panic, you left out and failed to read a part that was coincidentally extremely important.

It's been weeks without being in the home of your colony. You've been worried sick about them, and they're all probably worrying about you, too. On the bright side, living here wasn't really a problem since they all treated you like a queen, though the kings of the hive was too socially starved and desperate for you... Oh well, get used to it. The food's nice at least and your bedroom was comfortable. Still, you were forced into this life if you didn't want your workers killed.

A knock on your room's door eventually interrupts your thoughts. The first knock was gentle while the second was fast and louder.

"Hello, My Queen? Are you alright in there?" Ingo, the older twin of the King Bees, greets you politely.

"Hi. My Queen, if you're struggling with any sort of distress, just know that your kings can help cure it with intima-" Emmet's words are immediately muffled by what is presumably a hand being clasped over his mouth, possibly Ingo's as he scolds his brother.

'Great, them...' ... It's either respond, let them in, or ignore them.