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?!"
Sixtieth
It was a long road that went on forever. A winding path through unfamiliar lands.
The air was cool and damp, chilly and crisp, with clouds gathering overhead as they traveled through a mountain range.
The winds were getting stronger, causing their horses to shift uneasily on the road beneath their hooves, their riders equally restless.
The cold wasn't much of an issue, but the possibility of snow had them worried.
Adrien kept an eye on the sky as they rode on. "We need to get through this pass before nightfall..."
He seemed particularly wary today.
There were no signs of their previous orc pursuers today, but...perhaps snow in the mountains while they were actively trying to pass through them was a greater threat than any roving orcs.
Emily tugged a blanket around her shoulders as she curled up in the carriage.
Merwyn hummed and sang to himself as he rode alongside the carriage.