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 Twenty-Fifth
In a few minutes, the party - or at least the fae still visible to Emily, languishing around in the corners - went back to their normal partying ways, as was to be expected of the Fae, though they'd changed to a more sedate style of dancing and celebration.
A couple of them did the shuffle of their feet and held their hands out towards others.
It looked like a mix between a waltz and a swing.
It was pretty, and romantic, and rather sensual.
It was absolutely none of those things.
It was an empty puppet dancing with another empty puppet.
It was even deeper than a crowd of humans.
The fae paradox had yet to go away in her own experience.
Merwyn was fae.
Mia was fae.
She always felt she could predict and expect what Mia did, but Merwyn...
Merwyn, to her, was really exactly what a fae would be if she made one up herself.
So that meant...
He was unpredictable.
At least as unpredictable as any fae.