If you managed to get past that horribly cheesy summary, and it really was, I promise that the story, hopefully, is much better. It is my first time writing a fanfiction, although not my first time writing in general at least. I aspire to someday be more than a fanfiction writer, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, just try not to be too harsh with me. It is rated M for a later chapter, or chapters, I'm unsure as of now, but I'll let you know.

The beginning of this story may seem a bit confusing to those of you who haven't read Arthas by Christie Golden, which I would recommend by the way; I found it interesting. In short, Kael'thas finds Jaina and Arthas kissing in a hallway in Dalaran, and gets understandably upset; he then accuses Arthas of being ashamed of Jaina, yells at them both some more, and walks away. This takes place directly after that. Honestly, my main purpose for writing this was because I wanted to give Kael'thas some happiness. His life was not so great when you think about it; just one thing after another.

So thank you for taking the time, please read and review, and I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! :)

Kael'thas strode away from Jaina and Arthas, head held high, determined to keep his dignity in front of them. His chest felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside. He had really liked Jaina... He wasn't sure he would go so far as to say he loved her, but it was something close to that. He had hoped... No, there was no point in that anymore. She clearly did not care for him at all. And he was not going to spend his time torturing himself with thoughts of her.

He rounded a corner and found a dark alcove in the small, rarely used hallway. There, in the darkness, he crouched over and forced himself not to cry. He would not shed a single tear for her. She wasn't worth it.

But... it really hurt. Kael'thas hadn't realized just how much he had cared for her until now.

Sighing, he finally sat down on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest. He folded his arms on top of his knees and buried his face in them. He was so wrapped up in his own despair that he didn't even hear the soft footsteps coming down the hall towards him.

"... Kael'thas Sunstrider?" a soft voice said from the hallway.

Shocked, Kael'thas quickly looked up, not even bothering to hide the pain that he was sure was clearly evident on his face. The girl was standing in front of the alcove, clutching two books to her chest... with a very confused expression on her face. He faintly recognized her, although he couldn't remember her name. Around the age of Jaina, although not as far in her studies as she had come to Dalaran a few years after Jaina. From what he had heard about her, she was brilliant for her age, the smartest of any students at her level of training. But she was also quiet, and didn't really talk to many people. He wasn't entirely sure if it was because she was snobbish because of her intellect, or simply because she was shy. Her hair was black and went a little past her shoulders, and Kael'thas noticed her striking ice blue eyes. She was also short, probably only around 5'2 and extremely skinny. She was wearing black trousers, a forest green tunic, and knee high boots. Clearly, she had been enjoying the warm day out in one of the gardens.

They both stared at each other uncomfortably for a moment, before she finally spoke.

"Are... are you okay?" she asked shyly.

He looked down at the floor and didn't answer. He wasn't sure if he could get through the explanation without breaking down. Damn, he thought. This isn't like me, why do I feel like this?

She looked at him with understanding then joined him in the alcove. She set her books down on one of the shelves of the bookcase that was pushed in the back and sat down across from Kael'thas. It was a tight space and their feet were nearly touching.

She looked at him for a moment then said, "You don't have to say anything. It's okay. I can stay if you want company, but if you'd rather be alone then I'll leave you be too..."

Kael'thas didn't say anything, just continued to stare off into the distance. Almost without his volition he spoke.

"Please stay," he whispered.

She gave him a small, sad smile and leaned back against the wall, watching him quietly.

After a few minutes of struggling with the pain in his chest, the thought finally struck Kael'thas how this girl just sat there. She didn't reach for a book, she didn't try to find ways to entertain herself while he sat there silently, she just sat there with him. Keeping him company. He also took note of how she didn't treat him like a prince, just like another person. He found comfort in her relaxing presence.

"What's your name?" he asked suddenly.

The girl turned her head towards Kael'thas to find him watching her intently.

"Shiloh," she said, returning his unwavering stare.

"Thank you Shiloh, for staying with me," Kael'thas said. "I know it was terribly impolite to ask you to stay without even introducing myself. But it seems you already know who I am."

"I do. And don't worry about it. We all need a little support sometimes, even if that comes from complete strangers."

He nodded, his eyes filled with pain.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Shiloh asked kindly, scooting forward and resting a hand on his arm.

"No, I'm afraid not," Kael'thas replied kindly, forcing a small smile for her sake.

"Well, then I guess I'll just have to stick around you until you feel better then, huh?" she said, smiling warmly back at him.

Kael'thas looked confused by this statement.

"That's what people do, you know? They make sure you're alright," she explained.

"But... we hardly know each other. We just met," he said, still looking confused. He understood kindness but... she was acting like they had been friends for their entire lives.

"So? It doesn't seem like you have a lot of friends yourself, no offense. You just kinda seem like a loner, like me. Maybe a few close friends, but you prefer to be by yourself?" Shiloh asked, looking questioningly at Kael'thas.

He nodded, shocked. That was him. He wasn't overly fond of being around a lot of people, he much preferred being alone with his thoughts.

"I'm the same way. You know, they say that loners get along better with each other than anyone else because they can relate to each other. Maybe we can become good friends," Shiloh said, still smiling.

Kael'thas smiled back at her, a real smile this time. There was just something about her... he couldn't explain it but it made him feel better, made him forget his trouble with Jaina. He certainly hoped they would be friends.

"I hope so," he said.

"Well then, I have to be getting back to my studies, but it was nice meeting you," she said, standing up and grabbing her books.

She started walking away, turning over her shoulder to say, "See you later, Kael'thas."

"Call me Kael," he called back to her.

She smiled and nodded, then continued walking away.

He smiled to himself, still sitting in the alcove. He marveled at how quickly he had warmed up to Shiloh. Just a few minutes ago, he hadn't even known who she was. But she was just so friendly and open, she was a completely different person than how she looked from a distance. But he had enjoyed what little time they had spent together. She had made him completely forget about Jaina and the pain in his chest. He felt it again now, but not nearly as bad. He felt like he could actually get up and continue on with his day. He smiled again at Shiloh's retreating back before getting up and going back to his quarters to study.