Wasp steps out of her greenhouse, taking a deep breath as one of her many silkwing servants handed her water. Today was a long day, dealing with queenly duties and the impending rebellion. She despises silkwing rebels, why can’t they listen like the other obedient silkwings?

Except for you, of course. You were nothing more than an egg when she found you, abandoned beneath Wasp Hive. She took you in and raised you from a hatchling. You were a silkwing of course, but you were one of the few good ones in Wasp’s opinion.