"Bumble?" Anthropila shouted at her. "What's wrong? What happened? Are you okay?"
Bumble whimpered, "Someone just tried to murder me, Mother. A red Hive-Wing."
"WHAT!?!?!" Anthropila screamed, calling for her guards. "You five stay with Bumble, the other ten go and arrest every, single, red Hive-Wing. I don't care if they resist. You do not stop until you find this assassin." The guards nodded, their eyes narrowed, and keen on following their Queen. Anthropila flew off with guards buzzing around her.
"Bumble?" Bee-Wolf called, flying down the hallway. The two of the guards held their spears out, and the other three ushered Princess Bumble to her room, and standing guard outside. "Bumble-? Why are you?" Acacia whipped past Bee-Wolf, charged down the door to Bumbles' room, and held a knife to her throat.
"Do you want me to kill her Prince Bee-Wolf?" Acacia said, narrowing her eyes at Bumble, who twisted her neck, and sunk her teeth into Acacia's forearm, poisoning it. Acacia shrieked with pain and fell to the ground, writhing.
"Acacia!" Bee-wolf screamed crouching near her, as Bumble was once again swept out of the room, now surrounded by even more guards.
"Take me to my mother," Bumble said coldly, as if the kill had gotten to her brain.
"Yes my Princess," one of the guards said.
"Don't call me that, it'll soon be Your Majesty." Bumble growled.
YOU ARE READING
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.
