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-Seventh
It was cold outside.
Much, much colder than it had been when they went to bed, in fact. And so much more windy. Even in the cave they'd curled up in, it seemed the wind and rain managed to whip its way inside and angrily let them all know they were still outside.
Really, if she were being honest with herself, she hadn't ever gone camping or traveled through anywhere chilly in her old world. Actually, she'd barely gone camping at all.
She'd barely gotten out at all until she'd been shoved into getting her sales job, and once that happened she never had the kind of time to be thinking about things like trips to go camping or wildlife tours.
In some ways...that meant that she was way more sheltered, it seemed. Hard as she worked and how she felt it was unfortunate at the time, now somehow made it worse for her once she was out and about in the wild like she couldn't be before.