Might Not Bee Around To Regret It!

I was in a dream, flying through the sky on the back of a giant Bee. We flew over a beautiful field of flowers, and the sun shone. Suddenly, the Bee descended toward one of the flowers, and I could see a small Fairy sitting on it.

The Fairy had delicate wings flapping in the breeze, and she wore a green dress. She looked up as we approached, and I could see her beautiful face, which I recognized. The Bee landed next to her, and I slid off its back before bowing down on one knee before her. 

"My Queen," I said reverently, and she giggled as she flew over.

"After all this time, it feels strange to hear you, of all people, call me that. I am your subject, my Queen. I don't rule over this world any more than the other Risen do. You are the true Queen, and I have placed my faith in you since day one. I know you will make the right choices, and I will gladly follow you into battle as your right-hand woman." Hilda said, and I felt a swelling of pride in my chest.