Damn it all to hell and back. If I REALLY believed something like "hey, this is a novel and I know EXACTLY what's going to happen, there's a tight deadline" I would feel so utterly betrayed and loose all sense of self-efficacy cause... 10 days earlier.
Struggling and struggling to finish it all and having it WITHIN REACH; can you grab one more worker when it's finally happening? Maybe! Just one more mouth to feed? She already stacked for surplus.
But like, having your deadline overturned the moment you think "hey, it's getting tighter, need to get my shit straight" and boom.
I am aware that the deeper the ML digs his own grave, the higher he has to climb - that's a nice trope and all.
But to begin with, if we start in the devils basement and the ascent takes like, half a chapter, it reveals itself as a shallow trope, yes?
Right out of the gate he admits:
- you covered me from grievous harm (which I am rather immune to, but thanks for trying)
- wow, your ability is so useful, I should just start breeding you ASAP to harvest benefits
- you're plain and maybe I am stressing you out every minute of the day, but at least I am nice to look at, that should suffice for your troubles
- if all else fails, I could always just force you to be my wife / mistress / breeding mare
My man is standing in a trench already and shows indications of wanting to dig some more.
Okay so she can reattach her head no problem, healing powers yay, but sore feet in the wrong shoes is like, the limit?
I mean, I am open to reasoning as to why, but just putting this setting out there, hoping it does its thing...uhm (like, come on, just say the healing power only activates for grievous injury and a blister doesn't cut it or something but don't just forget about it ^^)
At this point, if Hyo-un gets issues to never ever get seperated for even a minute: bro has got a damn LIST of things that went wrong as soon as Taehyuk so much as left his sight.
Dear Taehyuk: make the guy your bodyguard or assistant or royal carrier of the phone, I don't care, managers grow in colleges, dragon mates are a little harder to procure ACT like it
I just love tropes that entail aides going
"you know WHAT?!"
[tosses almighty royalty like a sack of potatoes in the general vicinity of "better equipped to deal with this"]