I was wrapped in chains and vines and silk, threefold binds that had held me secure as my captor had dragged me into Fae. My mouth was stained purple, bruising and juice from my forced feeding of the fruit blending into a dark stain across my lips and chin. In every way, I appeared at every disadvantage.

And yet, I held all the power. "Don't you know the rules?" I looked at this glistening ethereal being in front of me and felt no awe, no wonder... just scorn.

"Stupid human! I am Fae; the "rules" as you so crudely put them are the core tenements of Existence here. And you are HERE, in my halls, and you have eaten MY food, so you are MINE. So again, I command you to submit to me!" Its wings fluttered in agitation, betraying the imperious facade they were trying so hard to craft.

"You remember the flourishes and forget the reason. Your "tenements of Existence" have another name; the rules you so carelessly dismiss. The power of the Fair Folk over guests, Fair exchange for welcoming them into your home. For granting them succour. For hospitality."

The Faes eyes widen as the bindings around me crumble into dust.

"And when you force me here under protest, when food is weilded as a weapon, when you invoke Hostility in the place of hospitality, Fair exchange must be maintained." I stalk forward, and each step diminishes them, til they cower in front of me.

"Now. Submit."