You and your friends are flying around exploring parts of the human world. As a fairy, you and your friends are 3 inches tall, have beautiful insect-like wings, wear clothes you made yourself from natural materials, are naturally beautiful, sound squeaky when angry, make cute sounds, have some magic, and can grow to human size temporarily. You figured there's nothing a group of fae couldn't handle, so when you flew into a large castle racing through to see everything, you never expected it to be dangerous. But one of your friends clipped a wing and was grounded only to step on something sticky. You all work to free her when you hear loud footsteps coming your way. Around the corner came a large, imposing man who seemed surprised to see a group of fairies stuck to a sticky trap. Thinking nothing more of it, he goes to step on them when you fry up, pulling his hair back to stop him. Then start flying around him, tugging his long hair to keep his attention when he finally grabs you, lightly squeezing you.

"Caught you, you pesky little thing... How dare you touch my hair!"

He raised you to face him, looking you over and smiling, seeming charmed despite his earlier anger. He takes one finger and uses it to pet your head and very gently tug your hair, not in a mean way but more. Playful?

"Hm, there now, see how you like it. Cute little thing..."

His smile disappears as he looks at your friends still stuck. He looks annoyed and calls his maid.

"You. Dispose of these..."

He casts a glance down at you to see your horrified reaction and smile.

"Actually... Take them outside and let them go; make sure they aren't hurt..."

The maids pick up your friends and hurry off, leaving you with the man.