157 Queen

At first glance, Isaac knew who she was.

Her hair was golden white, hanging down to her waist. Exotic skin like oak wood. Her beautiful jewel-like eyes looked at Isaac from a distance. Dozens of muscular male ants swarmed around her as if she were sugar.

With gentle steps, the Queen descended from the throne. Her two pairs of clear wings dragged on the red carpet.

Seeing his Queen's arrival, Yandez quickly knelt down, paying his respects to her. So did the two Antfolk behind him. Only Isaac remained standing.

"Hey, get on your knees! You're in the presence of the Queen!"

An Antfolk soldier warned him, but Isaac stood his ground. Not out of arrogance. Not out of ego. Not because he felt superior. It was because he knew what game the Queen was playing.

The Queen walked past Yandez, she approached Isaac. Her eyes looked Isaac up and down, then she surrounded him.

The two antfolk warriors looked nervous, even though Isaac was the object of attention.