The trial of the Queen

Mabel knew it was time to go and just as some finishing touches she brushed a little bit of oil on her antennae - if she was going to meet her last moments as a princess she might as well smell good while there. Mabel felt quite nervous, but didn't let it show as her new maid smiled at her and escorted the daughter queen through the wide hallways of the great royal house.

While Mabel had lived all her life in the royal house as all the other queens did she had not explored not half of it and it didn't come to her as a surprise that the maid chose a hallway she had never walked on. It ended on a staircase which seemed to go in a spiral up a few floors: "Lady Mabel, I am instructed to lead you in the sun room by the majestete's orders. While I do put my trust on you, I am instructed to use **** if necessary. Are the queen's conditions clear, miss Mabel?"

The blank and soulless eyes of the maid girl were not an uncommon sight in the royal house and more than anything, the maids were slaves and tools of the family, Mabel found that disgusting, but followed the pretty blonde up the stairs.

A few minutes earlier one girl dressed in a pretty, frilly, dark red dress and white gloves scaled those stairs, she had matching auburn hair which she had combed just a little. It was Amber and her modest neckhole showed a more reasonable amount of deep cleavage than yesterday at these times.
She was not very nervous as seeing people didn't quite appeal to her and she just wanted to get back to her game, which got cut short by this... The girl ran her maid lacking behind and Amber reached the sun room before the maid. She knocked and then just peeked inside.

Her mother was there standing up and a drone passed out in the corner of the room - that got Amber's attention first: "Mom! Is that boy fine? Where's the nurses... mom?" The poor girl rushed through the circular room where the sun made her feel so comfortable in the midst of her confusion. "He needs sleep, don't touch him. Amber, please..." Her mother snapped and turned around her golden eyes piercing Amber in the spot.

Amber had been ready for a normal dinner, so she was quite surprised to find no one other than her mother and some drone she didn't recognize here. Amber felt silly and made a curtsy to greet her mother - she had to ignore the boy which made her quite worried.

"Hmm, my dear Amber, aren't you the sweetest thing. Did you know, I had great hopes for you when you were but an egg. The love I showed that egg, I held you on my bosom, sang it songs, had the nursery live for taking such good care of you." The queen wore a massive badger fur coat which covered her whole body, not making her perfect curves show at all.

Amber felt weird, she felt like her mother might be thinking that she had done that horrible thing to that egg. Amber had her suspicions, and was almost leaning on Abigail doing it for political reasons, but in actuality the red-headed bee had no real clue on the real culprit - she didn't think her sisters would be that bad, it was just that she didn't really care for politics.

"I-I didn't do it, mom. It was one of the others, I'm not it. And, where's the food, I'm starving." Amber looked around in the boring multi-purpose room with the ceiling letting in the warm sunlight. There was the poor drone and broken glass in one corner, and a mysterious puddle just to Amber's side. She knew that her sisters, safe for Mabel, had already passed through here as it was tradition to arrive to dine the oldest daughter first.

The queen sighed deeply and moved from the side of the room where it was cooler and darker towards her busty daughter. "Your sisters, Berkley and Bexley, they disappoint me. Lesbians... In my family, can you understand them? To think I raised girls who can be that selfish, that ignorant regarding the hive's well-being. I saw the signs early, they were always too close. You were my chance, I trusted you, my dear daughter, would grow up to respect the traditions and our beliefs. But... what are you doing? Playing games, eating yourself enough to round up your cheeks? You might be the one sister that has not lost her virginity yet, but you..."

The queen's steps were always heavy and the windows chinked as Jubilee the legendary Queen of no match stood in front of Amber, towering above her. She continued looking down, face engulfed by shadows as the sun shined from over them: "You are not worthy of anything. I do not want to see you in my house any longer, I don't want to live amongst a daughter who has no care of the world around her, who doesn't even listen to her mother. You will leave tonight, I have a house ready for you on the other side of the town. Now, let me embrace you for the last time, Amber, my child."

The queen pulled the massive coat aside, her arms slitting it from the middle to show her godly body - all naked, no clothes to hide any part of her perfect body. Amber felt dizzy and just accepted the situation and was pulled into the soft, utterly breathtaking hug which not only warmed her up like never before, but also made her want to do something dirty to herself and her mother, which she didn't quite understand.

The queen was on her knee and felt her daughter's body on hers - she was just fine with not having to care for such an unfitting child, but still deep inside felt regret and love for her. Jubilee stood up and raised her daughters face up towards hers and bid her farewell. Then Amber bursted into tears and stumbled out of the room not realizing that her phone had dropped on the way out. She followed the maid out through some other hallway, crying hopelessly she hugged herself and felt so very confused and overall sad.