Today has been horrible for the newly Crowned Chrysalis, her mother died. In the dark sanctums of the hive, Chrysalis walks into her new bed chambers, drained of love from supporting her new hive.
“I wish somepony could at least give us a chance.” She says to herself as she slips underneath her covers. She stops, there’s something under the covers. She sees what it is and smiles. This might be the chance she’s been looking for.

Side note: The description and the tags are vague. 'Cause I'm not to sure where the story's going my-self.