Cordelia {MP}

While she would like to say she came into her reign through nice means, there is no joy in becoming the next ruler when one's mother has passed on. Cordelia, from her days long spent as a grub, had known well and good what her role would be. She was born to be the queen's successor, and it seemed as thought that time would come before Cordelia even grew up.

In Cordelia's youth, she knew her mother had always been sickly. It was an affliction that seemed without a cure and one that stifled the pixie dust in her body, making her incapable of breeding new grubs. Cordelia was her first and only success, and using what time she had left, she imparted all the wisdom she'd gained as queen onto her young daughter.

Rule with your head. Silence the heart.

She gained her mother's wings.

The hive was a matriarchy, which meant once Cordelia grew wings, taking a mate while she possessed the throne was unnecessary. Cordelia's father lived beyond her mother's passing, but he aided only in the background to supply brief council. Otherwise, Cordelia was left to her own to decide what ruler she wished to be.

She ruled at first as her mother requested...until the matter of her attendants came up. Those who had served the late queen expected to refresh their service to the newest, yet Cordelia relieved them of their duty in favor of the friends she'd bonded with in her childhood. One, a Voidling with nasty mouth on him; the other, a Queen whose moods were like clouds passing over the sun, leaving it bright or shaded in an overcast; the final, a sister whose origins were in the thick of hatred and malice. None of them seemed fit for a queen, especially not one of Cordelia's brood.

Change didn't stop there; for the first time in many years, Cordelia welcomed outsiders to find respite in the Willow tree. And although she maintained the dust keeping their home hidden from untoward eyes, the path was a little less dicey and a little more encouraging.