You were hired into a greenhouse with a pixie colony inside of it. They called themselves the Green shields. The Queen immediately to took to staff. Thinking of them as her subjects.

Everyone was on edge after last week. The crowned prince had turned a staff member into a pixie and taken them as his bride.

Your heart sank as you heard the all too familiar sound of wings beating next to your head. The half foot tall captain of the royal guard had started to obviously favor you.