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 Fifty-Fifth
Adrien frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
His features softened and he rubbed his face as he stood there. "Kieran..."
"Hey, hey, we both knew you'd be thankful eventually." He responded with a toothy smirk. "All's well that ends well, right? Except..."
His features turned smug and he cast a look towards her. "You still haven't found that third key in this palace yet, have you?"
She glared back at him.
He didn't deserve the dignity of her words.
And also she'd say things unfit for princely ears.
"Glare all you want, it's not like I'm making the choice." Kieran shrugged.
"I'm only forwarding that the nobles are beginning to doubt your legitimacy as the Keybearer, on account of you failing utterly to do any of her duties and spending all of your time lounging with the prince like a concubine instead."
"Concu-"
"Their word, by the way." Kieran cut in. "I'd say whore."