"A battle royale? Hm… If you mean that the young Queens will fight for supremacy until their rivals are dead, then yes. That's what will happen."
I put my hands on my hips.
"Ambrosia! I won't allow it! No way. This would be just senseless slaughter! Kinslaying! I know this is for natural selection, but we've moved way farther than that."
Ambrosia raised her eyebrows.
"You care for the lives of all our daughters even if they won't be a part of this hive? Well… I'm not against your suggestion. With your 'genes', I'm sure the new Queen will emerge strong. A single Queen will take fewer resources to raise, too."
I lowered my hands and smiled nervously.
"Oh, phew. I worried you would argue with me here, Amby… You are, aha-ha-ha, cold as fuck sometimes…"
She shook her head in disapproval.
"Which of us is ill in the head half of the time, Nectus? I'm perfectly warm; if I was cold, I'd be dead. Just feel it."
