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 Hundredth
She felt a cold twist in her stomach.
A pit of dread that seemed to grow more and more with every passing moment.
Like...a black hole of fear and dread.
Merwyn stared down dispassionately at the throne. There was no mirth in his gaze, but neither was there any rage or irritation.
If what he said was true, then countless fae were killed by this throne, duped by a wily human...only for that human to die as soon as he tried to use the magic, due to the incompatibility of fae and human magics.
A throne which took so many lives.
So quickly.
So effortlessly.
For nothing.
And now she stood in front of it, in a room effectively empty save for it.
It felt akin to standing in front of a high voltage power line and knowing that if she simply reached too close or touched it she'd die.
A part of her feared that somehow she'd die even if she didn't, just by being hear it.