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 Thirty-Fourth
It was evening now, the sky streaked with clouds.
The moon hung high above them, bathing them in silver moonlight.
Emily took in a deep breath. "Ahhh."
The fae festival was beautiful at night, glittering with countless tiny lights.
Fireflies danced all around, twinkling like stars, casting a warm glow that flickered and waned but never disappeared.
As Emily walked alongside Merwyn through the fae festival she took in the sights.
Everything was so...
Beautiful.
Fairytale, in a way.
Even with the strange creatures and beings that flitted about the trees, flowers, bushes, and vines that were everywhere.
They weren't creepy monsters.
Not a single scary looking beast among them.
All were cheerful and joyous.
Festive and happy.
Full of wonder.
None were malicious.
It was an idyllic setting.
She felt more like she were walking through a painting than anything else.