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 First
She was once more happy to be back in her room.
Exploring the palace had sounded like a nice idea, until she went down some path to hell and all of the palace's hidden dark secrets.
Why was that even unlocked in the first place?
Anyone could have wandered down there, and even if they didn't find their way to that throne, they would have easily gotten lost and died down there from starvation.
She sat back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling in thought.
Mia curled up on her lap and mumbled in her sleep.
...A thought occurred.
"Merwyn." Emily said, finally.
The fae who'd been unnaturally quiet on the way back to her room looked up from whatever he was watching with his magic. "Hm?"
"You're the reason we found that door, aren't you?" Her gaze fixed on him. "And why it wasn't locked."
He chuckled, but otherwise didn't reply.
He was smirking, though.
That was answer enough, to her.