The class of 20 young Queens stood in a line in the middle of a training ground. Usually, this place was used to train future Warrior and Foremen bees, but today it was ours from crude wooden dummies in one corner to a pile of training sticks in another.
Each of the Queens was wearing a set of spiky bone armor over crude leather clothing, with crown-like helmets fit for princesses.
For weapons, each of them had a stone dagger with a wooden handle and a stone hammer.
They also now had names, which they chose themselves, and looked ready to rule and kill.
The transformation from rebellious (and murderous) teenagers to regal (and murderous) princesses was incredible! Although I visited them every day and watched their progress, it was still a shock to see today.
I wanted to beam at them and hug each of my daughters, but I had to keep the image of a stern father today.
That, and they were wearing spiky bone armor.
