Amesaya

"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?!"

My Knight Rescuer is a Jerk! So Why should I ignore the Prince?

Emily breathed a content sigh as she swayed back and forth with him in time to the music of the Fae Festival of Celebration, holding him close with a hand around his neck, her other hand at his waist.

She sighed, breathing a bit slower now as she nuzzled him, staring into his beautiful lavender eyes.

There was a bit of a sparkle in those beautiful eyes now, as Adrien continued to smile and stare into her own.

His arms were around her, his fingers stroking gently over her back as they swayed with the music.

She didn't want the dance to stop.

She didn't want to stop holding him in her arms, or for him to stop holding her.

This felt like the kind of magic that never existed in the real world.

The music stopped as suddenly as it began.

She blinked in surprise, and Adrien likewise laughed, looking around.

Yet, it wasn't really unexpected, either. This was just the nature of the fae and their festival.

One Hundred and Thirteenth