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-Eighth
She sighed and fell into her now familiar and 'regular' bed in the room she'd been assigned in Verilonia. It was leagues better than the bed she'd had back in her real home, and she'd not had it nearly as long...
But she'd had it at least long enough now that it did feel familiar. Enough that she'd subconsciously started thinking about it as 'her' bed.
It'd felt like an age and a half since she'd been able to just relax and lay back in her own bed. She'd gone suddenly from being able to lounge around in it all day reading books about how to find keys to traveling for...
How long?
Bah. She never kept track.
Honestly, though, given the craziness that she'd been through over the past week...was it two weeks?
Well.
Whatever it was, she didn't want to think about it.