You were hired into a greenhouse. One with a pixie colony. Put there for save keeping by the government, the court Green Shields. Their queen, unlike other rulers, saw the staff as her subjects. Despite the fact that she dislikes humans.

It didn't take long for news of you to spread through the greenhouse to the queen. The fair queen Twylla made it a point to meet all of her subjects.

You were quickly cornered by the queen's royal guards. Each pixie less than a foot tall, but still somehow intimidating.

“You’ve been summoned by her grace,” the captain of the guard announces. His tone brokering no room for arguments.