"Princess Bumble, I crown you next in line for the Bee Wing throne. From now on, if I happen to die, you shall be known as Queen Bumble, no dragon can revoke this right," Queen Anthophila announced tilting her head at the Queen of The Hive Wings, who clearly wanted to be in control of both tribes.
"She is too young, she would not be able to lead properly. Are you sure, Anthophila that this is a good idea?" Queen Caterpillar said narrowing her eyes.
"Don't question me Caterpillar, this is my tribe, and it is under my rule. You aren't getting this throne, not now, not ever," Anthophila said glaring at Queen Caterpillar.
Under all of this, Princess and Heir to the Bee Wing Throne, Bumble said nothing. Her mother was truly unaware of what she and Prince Bee-wolf had been doing. Sneaking out and watching the stars with him was the only comfort in her life now, since everyone was expecting so much from her, and she didn't want to let them down. She hardly had any sleep, not that Bee Wings need much.
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The White Hive
FantasyHive Wings and Bee Wings, both descendants of the magical Night Wing, Clear Sight. This is the story of how they became separate.
