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?!"
One Hundred and Eleventh
The Fae Festival of Celebration apparently didn't stop even when the sun went down. Even as Emily sat down in exhaustion in the grass, the fae continued to play and race around.
Merwyn chuckled as he sat next to her, reaching out to run his fingers through her hair. "It's alright, Wifey. The Fae Festival of Celebration lasts longer than just one day, so you can sleep without worry!"
She yawned and hummed. "Won't I miss the night time celebrating...?"
He waved his hand. "We can see it tomorrow night~"
"I see..."
She slumped a little. "Sorry Merwyn. I feel bad that I'm not much fun, but...I think I might need to lay down for a few hours..."
She smiled weakly.
The Fae Realm was magical, yes, but the fact of the matter was that she still needed some level of sleep.
Even if the fae could just magically run and keep up this pace forever and never get tired, she certainly couldn't.