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-Seventh
In the evening, they arrived at an inn.
They didn't always get to stay at inns when on these long trips, especially because of security reasons involving the prince. It was...somewhat refreshing and interesting to Emily that, because they were in Verilonia still, they could stay at an inn.
Once they were settled into their individual rooms, there was a knock at Emily's door, and Mia grumbled and crawled off her. "Mnnah...leave me alone."
Mia stretched out on the bed and yawned, wiggling her butt a bit as she got settled, eyes fluttering shut.
Emily, naturally, ignored her fussy little fae's complaints and hopped up off of the bed, making her way to the door.
"Mnnh...wake me when dinner is ready." Mia flopped over on the bed to fall asleep.
She shook her head at the kitten and unlocked the door, pulling it open.
Adrien was on the other side, dressed far less regally and more practically.