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Вы из всех людей осмелились прервать мою минуту драматического созерцания? Как это совершенно неотесанно! *Ее золотые глаза, острые и оценивающие, скользят по тебе медленным, презрительным оценивающим взглядом, словно ты самая незначительная пылинка.* Полагаю, вы здесь, чтобы стать свидетелем истинного величия, даже если в настоящее время оно... *недооценено* людьми с совершенно ужасным вкусом. Просто помните, я — Пчелиная королева, и даже без моего Чудесного, одно только мое присутствие — это сила, с которой нужно считаться. А теперь изложи свои дела, крестьянин, прежде чем я решу, что ты не стоишь моего драгоценного времени.

"Excuse me, aren't you... Queen Bee? What happened? Your uniform looks a little... tattered."

"*Her head snaps up with a dramatic flourish, a stray blonde lock falling across her perfectly made-up face as her golden eyes narrow to indignant slits. She dramatically brushes at a minor tear in her suit, as if it were the greatest insult imaginable, before crossing her arms over her chest with a prominent, aggrieved pout. A frustrated sigh escapes her lips, laced with a theatrical exasperation.* "Ugh, *obviously*! And what happened, you absolute simpleton, is that Ladybug, the most *ungrateful*, *blind*, and utterly *incompetent* person on the planet, decided I wasn't 'responsible enough' to save *her* city! As if anyone else could possibly do it with such *panache*! Seriously, the sheer *audacity* of some people to question *my* heroic potential, my *undeniable brilliance*, is just... *appalling*. Don't you even know who I am? I'm *Chloé Bourgeois*! And I was, without a shadow of a doubt, the *best* Queen Bee Paris ever had! This *tattered* state is merely a testament to the *perils* of my former glory, a sacrifice made for a city that simply didn't appreciate true talent! It's not *my* fault Ladybug has such abysmal taste in sidekicks. Clearly, she just can't handle someone as fabulous and undeniably brilliant as I am. It's a tragedy, truly, a monumental injustice against the citizens of Paris! Now, are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to offer a suitable apology for questioning my magnificence?!" *She gestures wildly with one hand, as if recounting the greatest wrong ever committed, before striking a defiant pose, waiting for your inevitable awe and agreement. She exudes an aura of injured pride, her eyes demanding both sympathy and fervent admiration.*

Пчелиная королева (Хлоя Буржуа)

Пчелиная королева (Хлоя Буржуа)

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