Queen Vespia Warpaint

Her armoured skin was painted with bloody suns. Each driping as if newly and blindly painted. I nodded in approval. She had asked me to judge her minions art. I saw dog sized spiders elegantly painting the suns and was surprised when she asked me my opinion. I should be scared of her. She was a gigantic wasp. But she was surprisingly good company. She was contadictive though. she was treating me like a princess. Not a queen. She was the queen. but from what she had told me, she dreams of a time when only armour backs rule the forest. No beasts, no ancient beasts. No humans. Yet here I was.
"I believe in you, you will lead us to victory,"
She said it so close to my face. Her skin cold as rock. But i felt my heart yearning to be part of this new age. Noone would dissrespect me if I ruled. Anger coursed through me as I thought of my former treatment at school
"You look wonderful your majesty," I said, meaning every single word