Instead of an execution, Chrysalis’ horn lit up and Aphid was plucked off of the ground. The Queen levitated her up to eye level, the monarch’s glare fading into a intrigued eye raise. “Hmm, what is this?” Aphid was too busy sobbing to resist, as she was spun around in the air and examined. “Bright eyes, shiner chitin…” the frown returned. “Pining for the attentions of a male.” The attention was turned to him. “This soldier is suffering from over gorging, why did you permit her to feed so wastefully?”