My Knight Rescuer is a Jerk! So Why should I ignore the Prince?
"Always remember, no matter how much a fae may seem like they experience emotions, no matter how human like a fae may behave...a fae can never be a human." The Keybearer. A young maiden from another world foretold by ancient prophesy, destined to collect the seven keys and save the world. Surely that's the kind of story that finds some plucky high schooler dreaming of adventure and whisks them off to find their true love, right? Overworked salary women like Emily have long passed the point where such fantasies can come true, and even if they did, it's not like she'd know the first thing about what to do. ...So of course, nobody even bothered to ask her before dropping her into an entirely new world full of magic and danger. Like the three hungry orcs eyeing her as soon as she wakes up. "What do you mean I can sense the keys if I use magic?! What magic?!" If Emily could, she'd have immediately issued a rejection letter, but unfortunately, the only way back is to finish her quest somehow. But it's not all danger and confusion. The knight who rushed into battle to save her is charming and kind and gorgeous, and the beautiful and lonely prince has a soft and kind smile only for her. If everyone she meets along the way is like them... Well. It can't be that bad, right? "...--I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED BY A PAINTING?!"
Eighty-First
After a long night of sleep in the luxurious chambers afforded to them by King Gregor, Emily felt ready to tackle the last day of negotiations.
Finally.
The last day of this.
She'd be beside herself if it ended up extending beyond this day, so...
It'd better be the last day.
The meeting itself began the same way as the prior one. Each delegate from each kingdom made some excuse, claiming to want the best for the world, for Emily's sake, but actually only looking out for themselves and wanting to exert control over her for that benefit.
The fresh new start of energy she had quickly drained away into the dull mental exhaustion of every other day.
Frankly, it was starting to annoy her.
The delegates and their endless pedantic suggestions they had to know would never be accepted were starting to annoy her, too.
A lot.