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 Sixtieth
She reached over to take his hand, interlacing her fingers with his, before smiling up at the clerk. "Good afternoon. I was hoping you had any travel garb in my size?"
The man smiled. "I'm sure we can find something."
The attendant led her back to a changing room to select from.
Merwyn cheerfully helped her sift through the clothing and chose a few items to take in, including a soft but sturdy red cloak.
While the shopkeep wasn't paying attention, he even whispered to her, "Red is your color~"
He then placed the cloak around her shoulders, his hand lingering there to stroke the material, before stepping back and nodding to himself with satisfaction.
The salesclerk checked her out.
They bid goodbye to the clerk.
Merwyn popped the hood on her cloak up as they left the store, then rubbed his chin and mused aloud, "now to find that snack~"