The White Hive

Chapter Eight

Bumble slept badly that night, dreaming about how her Aunts would know. They would know about her new craziness. She sighed, finally getting up out of her royal room, and going to Beewolf's dungeon.

"What do you want now, Bumble?" Beewolf snapped and Bumble laughed.

"I bring news of your mother, do you want to listen?" Beewolf shut up at the words.

"What did you do to her? Did you capture her? Could I see her?" Beewolf said throwing himself at the bars.

"I mean, technically you could. If you wanted to die too." Queen Bumble said a wicked smile on her face.

"You are a monster. A villain, Bumble. Why can't you see that doing this will scar you forever?" Bee-Wolf said hopelessly.

"I don't need your sympathy, or pity for that matter Beewolf." Bumble lifted her snout in the air. "I'm queen now. Queens don't need nor receive pity."

"Being queen doesn't change a thing about how the things that you are doing are evil. Maybe it protects you a bit from your crimes, and maybe you don't get in trouble the same way, but I know that doing these things will hurt you. A eternal scar in your brain." Beewolf tried to reason with Bumble, but not succeeding when she snorted.

"Sweet. You're a poet now are you?" Bumble raised an eyebrow at Beewolf. 

Beewolf raised his eyebrow at her in return. "A poet would be nice. Better than a queen who murders dragons." 

"A murderer, is that what I am now? Just because I killed your mother, and my own to secure my throne? A murderer? Funny." Bumble questioned Beewolf. 

"I'm funny now?" Beewolf mocked her. 

Bumble sniffed. "I supposed I came here for something, but now that something seems to be pointless. You are an absolute Hive-Wing. One that is just disgusting." 

"Disgusting? That's not the worst comment I've been called." Beewolf snarked. 

Bumble growled, marching out of the dungeon, and slamming the door behind her.