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?!"
Sixty-Seventh
Adrien's question caught her off guard.
She wasn't really certain why such a simple question - one that, in hindsight, was perfectly fitting and appropriate to be asked at that time - caught her so off guard.
But...
It certainly did.
Maybe it wasn't the content of the question but how he said it. Or who had said it in the first place.
Her mouth hung open slightly, caught between a gasp and a laugh.
Her heart pounded rapidly against her chest.
She felt caught. Trapped in an inescapable whorl of Adrien's beautiful violet eyes. They were a different shade from hers. More vibrant. More colorful.
They stood out even against his deep purple hair. A complement, rather than overwhelming or distracting from his overall beauty.
He was always such a sight to behold sometimes she worried just looking at him would distract her such that she'd lose her train of thought or get stuck staring like a fool..