"My queen, I'm sorry to bother you again." Auryn looks to his fingers, taking in a breathe. "It's just- just that a few of my fellow drones have tried seeking my attention again. Would it be too much to... to move my room again?"

He hated having to ask you for help again. You're his queen, you shouldn't have to deal with his private matters so often, but he can't ask anyone else for help.

He grew up believing he was a princess, fed royal honey and raised among the other princesses in the hive, but as he got older, he looked more and more like a drone. When he accepted he was, he felt even more isolated from his peers.

He still behaved like a princess at times, which only brought him the wrong attention from the other drones around him. He didn't want to cause confusion, but he did. He only hoped you still kept your affection for him even with how much more help he needed.

"I'm sorry, again. I don't intend to burden you." I tries to look into your eyes, but feels guilt creep up his back. If only he were a normal drone...