At this, Amby showed me her true colors.
"None of that, Nectus." Her hands grasped me tighter. "I want you… and your seed… at your absolute best. You are too impatient."
That must've been what a fly caught in a web felt when she saw a hungry spider approaching… Then the "spider"'s expression softened and mirth appeared in her eyes.
"But I will make the patience worth your time. If just knowing that our numerous daughters will grow stronger than they could've been isn't enough for you anymore."
***
So I was at the Empire Council Chamber again, surrounded by a dozen bees eager to take part in the Grand Ceremony of Picking New Genes.
In the time it took to gather every Adviser (an entire day—they were busy bees), the Attendants not just prepared a celebratory feast waiting for us at the main table, but also decorated the chamber.
