As the new young queen was anxiously awaiting the arrival of her new play pretty she began reading the memoirs of one of the former queens handmaidens.

As the day drew closer the stunning Isobel had me make her long blonde hair perfect for her meeting.  I say this as a woman who is highly impressed by the poise and confidence of our regal ruler. I have never seen her as much as blush or show any doubt in herself in my five years as her maiden.

Today though she showed me a sid of herself I often see in myself...... vulnerability. From what or where I wasn't sure but if I had a guess it would be an accumulative series of events. Firstly she had just met with her governing body of secretaries over the five provinces of our land to discuss new policies in food distribution and basic sanitation in the lower quarters.

She was both of regal poise but also humble understanding of even her lowest members of the realm. I think this is her greatest gift of all and why I belove her so. 

Her face usually free of worry was showing just that however because of the ongoing troubles in the lowest sector. There was a uprising caused by food rations being cut due to the shortage of supply and farmland. To put it frankly we have outgrown our living space in both physical size and population. The problem has been getting worse as the children of the first line of the ascended not only outgrew their mothers but had more girls due to increased mass.

Isobel as I call her on these pages knew of one solution and had been working on it for some time behind the scenes. She knew that the male hive we captured and enslaved to fit our breeding needs and other needs as well knew of scattered male hives.

She also knew on account of the advanced weaponry the hive as we called it possessed meant the men had knowledge of superior scientific discovery.

She was not a cruel or vile woman but knew that certain methods needed to be used to convince our men to divulge these secrets. I had the unfortunate experience of walking into one of these sessions and witnessed a member of her security force doing unspeakable things to a young tatooed man who looked like he couldn't be much over twenty years old.

The screams of pain were very disturbing and the images of what was being done to him haunted my thoughts. I will not put into words of these sins but they were extreme and they were graphic. I ran out of the room wanting to wash my eyes of the image.

His tiny screams of pain rang through my head like a nightmare. I waited outside of the room for a few moments until the door opened suddenly and I saw a young guard carrying the tiny man in her palm. I looked into his wet hair and saw something terrible...... the man had his eyes wide open but there was nothing there. The screaming subsided as the man didn't come to the physical trauma alone but his mind seemed to abandon him along with his soul.

I heard the guards discussing what they learned and it was not what they wanted. The man didn't break into giving up his comrades location, but he did break into the fractured broken little thing I saw.

It was shortly after this that Quenn Isobel determined violence was never to be used as a tactic again. Violence was the weapon man used against women into submission. Their foremothers would not have wanted this(conveniently skipping pass the mass genocide of the wars).

The Queen put into law the rules in which males would be given rights to not be harmed. Any action would be dealt with great and precise action.

As the weeks passed and the angst of the lower Six problems got worse and worse the queen looked for any answers possible.  It came to her one night after dinner when her chief security officer rushed into her quarters.

The Queen listened intently and watched as the Guard unclasped her hands revealing a tiny well dressed young man. The guard informed her of this tiny man coming up to her freely and without them knowing he was there. It seemed like this man wanted to be found which was something that had never happened before in any of her previous sweeps.

As the woman talked I noticed Isobel not taking one eye off this man. Her gaze was not of just curiousity however as I saw her do something never seen before. Her cheeks slightly reddened and her elegant fingers brushed through her light blonde hair like a young schoolgirl flirting in the old days.

My Queen was attracted to this man! Her gaze into him was almost concerning as it seemed like she was devouring him with her eyes. I didn't know what exactly was racing through her mind but it was probably pretty graphic.

From what I heard this young man was a run away high ranking guard who had been wrongly accused of plotting against the reigning government of a hive city underground. He spoke in a light pitched voice barely audible so what he was saying was spoken word for word by the guard. The words he used and the matter in which he spoke was both highly intelligent and elegant.

His posture and grace in the presence in the shadow of huge women was a trait never shown before.

His name was Dean Fite and he was a high ranking member of a highly trained security team whose job it was to keep society safe.

I saw my Queen come alive as he spoke of security codes and technology secrets his hive had been producing. They had come up with artificial ways of growing vegetables underground. Their doctors had designed new medicine and disease control.

It seemed like this man was an answer to my queens prayers, a neatly wrapped package.

I will not go into detail any more of this night as it is a sworn secret but from that day on Dean and Isobel were one.

He submitted to her as his superior but she never treated him like one. He was her highest treasure and through him the rules of ownership and the tradition of the Queen having a life mate come into practice.

Dean was always by her side and was never allowed to be touched by any other flesh but Isobel's. I once saw a woman almost be thrown into the pits for breathing on him.

My queen was still my idol and retained her grace and dignity up to this day her tenth as ruler. She is now a fully matured young woman but with her reign entering it's second tenth her regality has doubled. She is both fair and fearsome but one thing you should never do is try and touch her Dean!

What can I say about me as I near thirty years old? Well let's just say that I can't fault my queen over her protectiveness as I too have come to aquire a life mate.

It took a few strings and alot of time, money, therapy and training but inside my left hand as I write with my right is a happy healthy tatooed young man who I adore so much.

-Secretary Of Affairs Paige LeBlanc-