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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?!"

Amesaya · Fantasy
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Seventieth

The moment Emily landed on the ground, Merwyn grabbed hold of her hips, twirled her around, and dipped her into a deep dip, supporting her weight with his body and hands.

She let out a loud gasp as he did so.

His hands felt so warm...and strong.

He held her tightly, pressing his body firmly against hers, and leaning in close to breathe warmly onto her neck.

The sensations caused her body to tingle. She shuddered and trembled as her heartbeat quickened.

Merwyn gazed intently into her eyes. He studied her with intensity. The beautiful man hovering so close to her face showed no trace of that playful fae who got overexcited over silly things.

The whiplash from that to a seductive and strong man leading her in a romantic moonlight dance on the rooftop left her breathless.

Emily bit her bottom lip softly. She wanted to look away but her eyes locked onto his, unable to tear her gaze from his.