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?!"
Ninety-Ninth
The passageway itself was relatively clean, but old.
And old-looking, too.
There was a clear layer of dust that rested upon everything.
Not to mention, all of the furniture - though she wasn't quite sure it was accurate to call it 'furniture' when there was barely a chair and a table in this room - was so damaged that it was impossible to even guess what it could've been like new.
The wood of the table, now gray from years and years of age, was rotted through, splintering everywhere.
Emily suspected if she touched it even lightly it would collapse into a pile of dust.
The cushion of the lone chair was torn through with large claw marks, and had suspicious stains now so aged they could have been anything.
She decided not to inspect them any closer, just in case.
The more she saw the more her intuition screamed at her that there were bones and/or curses buried in here somewhere.