Vespernat Hive Queen
J
ake was taken aback by the Queen’s intense stare, but even more so by how she addressed him.
"Sire?" Jake asked with confusion.
No, wait—she had just been born, right? How did she even know how to talk? Why did she look like a fully mature woman? Why did she also give him the vibes of a fully grown adult with some innate sense of manners?
"Is that not what you are?" the Hive Queen asked as she moved her limbs, stretching as if asleep for a long time. "Through your power, I was allowed to awaken and become who I am now. Given that you are the reason for my current existence, is it an inaccurate assessment to refer to you as my sire?"
Jake was about to answer, but he kept his mouth closed. "It is just that the word comes with some implications I am not sure are e
