I Became an Ant Lord, So I Built a Hive Full of Beauties

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Hoorius wasted no time. "First order of the day: General Vorak." A massive seven Star humanoid war commander marched forward, his hands saluting sharp as a spear thrust. "Take twenty thousand heavy plate legionnaires and scour every village between here to the western outpost. Bring me information on the silver haired man who killed my son, my baby Darius." Her voice remained steady but her eyes burned. "I want him found. Even if he hides behind the hell, drag him out of there. I only care about the results, not the process. No matter what, find the killer."

Vorak saluted again. No dissent. When a seven Star rank ant gave an order backed by the name Hoorius. They must obey...

Mia watched from a balcony corridor cloaked in the wall’s shadow. She felt a chill run through her body. Her instincts, honed as a scout, warrior and royal, screamed. The timing was too perfect: mother in seclusion, Hoorius ascending the throne. And now twenty thousand troops launched toward on a mission of vengeance for Darius’ death. It felt wrong somehow.

Behind Mia, Thea’s voice cut in low. "It begins."

Mia turned. Her elder sister leaned against the pillar, gaze flicking over the hall where Hoorius presided. "Her grief is real," Thea murmured. "But her ambition is much more than Darius’s grave. She will reshape this kingdom while mother slumbers. Let me give a little advice to Mia. You must learn politics soon. Otherwise you won’t last until mother comes out."

Mia gripped the balcony rail until her fingers ached. "You’ve always been like this—spoiled, loud, and blind to what matters. Not everything is about power, Thea. I never wanted any of this. But you and mother shoved court lessons down my throat like bitter poison."

Thea scoffed, arms crossed, her long mandibles twitching in disdain. "Oh, don’t start your self-righteous sob story again. You’re no different. The moment things got serious, you stopped being a soldier and started playing queen-in-waiting."

Mia’s eyes narrowed. "You think I want this? You think I enjoy watching our people being used like game pieces while you strut around pretending to be Heir material? Please. You couldn’t rule a mushroom patch without setting it on fire. Your mind is full of dirty tricks."