Author's Note: Recently I have been watching Corpse Bride because my nieces love the movie. From watching it so many times, I began to wonder what the situation would be like in a different universe, and naturally World of Warcraft came to mind. So this story will be the adventure through the eyes of a young man from Stormwind, and how interacting with one from the other faction will change his life forever. The story may start similar to the movie but I am following no script. The events that happen are most that I can remember from the movie. Also I did reuse the vows from the movie cause they were sweet. ^^

The original story of the Corpse Bride belongs to Tim Burton, World of Warcraft belongs to Blizzard Entertainment.

Chapter One

The Rehearsal

The skies were gray over Stormwind that morning, winds swept through the streets as it seemed like a storm was soon to take place. Carried over the wind was the sound of a piano. It was being played beautifully from an open window, inside a young man was sat at the large instrument, fingers gracing the keys and creating a lament that would make even the most talented pianists intrigued with the skill this boy held. The sound of the piano stopped for a moment as the young man looked out the window.

This man was named William Parker, the only son to a farmer's wife. He was a thin man, though not gangly. His hair was a shock of red, styled into a slick back to keep it out of his blue eyes. After a while of looking out the window his fingers returned to the keys, playing a soft melody. It almost sounded lonely, unhappy, the way he felt as of now. The tune of the piano continued to play before it stopped at the sound of a shrill voice coming up the stairs.

"William! Stop playing that blasted piano and let's go! The carriage is here and we have a long trip ahead of us!" His mother's voice carried. She was a short, stocky woman who had wiry hair to match the color of her son's own. The woman waited for her son to come down, her husband placing her coat over her shoulders. He was built like his son, but age made him more frail, making his farming skills deteriorate and his business was starting to become bad. He was becoming too old to tend his fields and was running out of options for money.

William came down the stairs, sigh escaping his lips as he met his mother's stern gaze. She took him by the arm, pulling him out the door of the building and into a waiting carriage just outside the door. His father climbed in after him while his mother settled next to her husband, pulling her coat around her before using her hand to fan herself.

"Now, did we get everything? We'll be in Hearthglen for a while!" said his mother. His father nodded, pointing up to the ceiling where their belongings rested on the roof of the carriage. The cart jerked forward as it began to move forward and out the gates, behind them two guards on horseback followed.

"Mother, I think this is a mistake. I mean, we don't even know each other. Shouldn't we at least get acquainted with each other before?" asked William.

"Oh posh! You knew what you were getting yourself into when you came home. You said you would do anything to help and this will help us!" his mother replied. William grimaced and leaned back into his seat when there was a small bump in the ride.

"But an arranged marriage? Isn't that a little … old fashioned?" he asked with a sigh. Lowering his shoulders in a sense of defeat, he jerked a little when he felt his father's nearly boney hand rest on his shoulder.

"If you don't wish to do this, you don't have to." The old man said. William glanced at the hand and then to his father. He shook his head, giving him a smile.

"No, I'll do it." said William with a nod. "I just … would have liked to gotten to know her a little first."

While the wagon moved to it's destination, another carriage traveled down the road in Western Plaguelands to the small settlement known as Hearthglen. Pulling up to the inn, the driver stepped down from the front seat and moved to open the door. Stepping out at once was a handsome looking gentleman with black hair tied back into a regal looking pony tail. Holding his hand out he helped a woman out. She had an air of nobility around her, gray streaks running through her black hair tied up into a bun. She stepped out and finally the last passenger held her hand out of the door to be greeted and helped.

Slender and elegant, the gloved hand was taken by the man, letting the girl step out from the wagon. Long black hair was tied loosely behind her, the young woman held up her dress to avoid it getting dirty from the ground. Around them members of the Argent Crusade gave their respects with bows and curtsies, for this was the family known as the Recette's, a once noble family of Gilneas until they were forced from their home when the forsaken invaded. The family of three moved into the inn, their room already reserved they headed up the staircase towards it.

"I can't believe we have to do this..." muttered Lady Recette as she moved into the room. "To think we have to have our daughter marry some common slob from some backwoods city. If it weren't for those walking corpses, we wouldn't be in the condition that we're in now!"

"Now now dear, we will get our status back in no time. We need money now and this marriage is the ticket to getting it back." said Lord Recette. He tried to soothe his wife but she wanted nothing of the sort, she slapping his hand away and moving to glare out the window.

"There is just no reason Sarah must be given out like some chew toy to a low blood commoner." his wife grumbled, sitting in a chair and placing her hands in her lap while she stared ahead.

In the other room the young woman known as Sarah looked out the window of her own accommodations. Her mind was riddled with questions, what would this William be like? Was he handsome? She had never met this man in her life, and here she was to marry him in a few days time. She let out a soft sigh, running a slender finger across the windowsill and lifting it to look at the dust that had collected on it.

The ride was long before William's carriage made it's way up the path to the small settlement. Staring out the window, he watched as a small flock of birds flew over the cart. A light smile played on his lips, a part of him wishing he could go with them, flying away from their troubles and not a care in the world. Their ride jerked to a stop, lanterns on either side of the carriage swaying in protest of the sudden halt. William's mother stood immediately and opened the door, not waiting for anyone to do it for her.

"It feels so nice to be back here again!" his mother said. Her arms went up to the sides above her head as if she was soaking in the imagery of the former lands of Lordaeron.

"I don't see anything good about this place. It's like a bastion in the middle of a plague ridden land." said William. Getting a glare from his mother, he was promptly smacked on the back of his head for his imprudent remark.

"You were staring out the window the entire ride here. Did you not see that the lands are changing for the better?" Mrs. Parker spat. "Perhaps some day we will even get our beloved capital of Lordaeron back."

William nodded slowly, rubbing the back of his head where he was smacked. Once his father moved out of the carriage the door was shut and it was driven to the stables. The family moved into the Inn, his mother taking control of the situation and calling for their rooms to be ready at the desk. William glanced around the small tavern area, it was mostly empty except for a few Argent trainees discussing techniques over a drink. He then glanced over his shoulder, seeing his mother was already off to meet the parents of his bride to be.

He knew they were the last ones to arrive seeing as they lived so far from the destined spot. The young man walked to a free seat near the fire place, sitting down with a light grunt in the low set chair. His eyes looked into the flames of the crackling fire, watching the colors of heat dance between the logs that fueled it's hunger. He was unaware of the small female standing almost behind him, hands held down in front of her in her lap. The slightly eerie feeling that he was being watched caused William to turn around before yelping out in surprise and stand. The chair fell backwards from his abrupt stand and clattered against the floor.

"O-Oh, pardon me, I'm sorry." said the young woman. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's quite alright." said William, smoothing out his shirt to make himself look more presentable.

"William?"

"Yes?"

"Ah! I'm Sarah." she said with a smile. A soft blush was already causing her cheeks to become a shade of rose.

William looked her over a moment, gulping softly while he used his right index finger to loosen the collar of his shirt. Unsure of how to greet his future wife, he simply held his hand out, offering her a friendly gesture of shaking hands. Sarah's eyes fell to the outstretched palm, taking it slowly as they both gave an awkward shake of hands. William quickly withdrew his hand, looking of to the side to avoid the look of confusion he was sure he cause her to have.

"W-William, oh but you knew … that already." he said with a grimace. Sarah simply giggled softly at him, holding a hand to her mouth to stifle it. She had to admit that he was quite handsome, those eyes especially. The two looked at each other for a long time, studying each others features. Once William had calmed, he could finally see just how beautiful Sarah really looked.

Their moment of research came to a quick close however when they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Sarah's mother was descending the stairway, her eyes to the floor but when she lifted her head she gave a great look of disgust.

"What do you two think you're doing?" she sneered. "It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

"Mother, it's just a rehearsal." stated Sarah.

"Which you are going to be late for if you do not hurry up!" her mother snapped. Sarah glanced to William quickly, a soft frown on her face before she moved to her mother's side. She was taken away from him while he watched his future bride went up the stairs. He let out a sigh and hung his shoulders, collapsing back into one of the free chair.

Three hours later...

"From the beginning if you would Mr. Parker, 'With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine.'"

William stood at the alter of the small chapel within the compound, at his side Sarah stood, holding an unlit candle in her hands. He looked nervous and apparently was reciting the wrong words as the Head Priest glanced between them once he had finished repeating the vows that William was supposed to speak. Behind him both set of parents seemed to give him expectant looks, Sarah's parents glaring at him with a death stare.

"R-Right." coughed William. "With this … candle-"

"Hand!" the priest barked.

"Hand! With this hand I will … light your..."

"WRONG!" The priest slapped his hands on the table in front of him. He looked greatly irritated with William's constant mess ups. William flinched when the table was hit, backing up to avoid getting hit if it was coming. When nothing happened he lifted his head, the priest pointing to the large lit candle in front of them.

"Since you seem to like the candle part so much, we will start there." growled the priest. William nodded to him mostly out of fear before holding his candle upright.

"W-With this candle … I will light..." he began, lifting his candle to the larger one before them. Tipping it to light the wick, he couldn't seem to get it to work, the tip would spark to life for only a moment before dying out. Giving a nervous smile to the priest, he continued trying to light it, having no luck. He simply stood there, not sure what to do with this candle that would not light no matter what he tried. The priest was about to speak before a knock came to the church doors.

"Someone get the door." Sarah's mother said with irritation. On her command the help she had brought with her stood, moving to open the door. While the audience was occupied Sarah had already lit her candle. With a smile she leaned herself over and tilted her candle to William's own, lighting the wick for him. He glanced down at his candle, blushing softly as he looked over at her and mouthed a silent 'thank you' to her.

"My lady, a Lord Ebonton." the servant said, bowing and backing away to make room for the newest arrival to the rehearsal. Sarah's mother looked to the side where the newcomer walked, a proud looking man in a suit and top hat. Graying hair tied back in a short pony tail, he looked to be older, but his face still held the appearance of youth.

"Pardon my intrusion, I seem to be early for the ceremony." said Lord Ebonton.

"Lord Ebonton? Is he from your side of the family?" said Sarah's mother to her husband.

"Certainly not." he replied, glancing over to the man. "Please, do have a seat."

"Ah yes, thank you." said the man. Taking a seat on the far end of the pew he crossed his legs and nodded to the priest, giving him the okay to go on with the rehearsal. Free of interruptions, he glared at William now who was staring at Lord Ebonton. Realizing everyone was waiting on him he looked forward, clearing his throat.

"With this hand … I will lift your cup..." said William, taking Sarah's hand into his own and taking steps forward. He let out a yelp as his knee hit the low sitting table and caused the large candle on it to wobble. The priest gripped the table to steady it, glaring coldly at him.

"Too many steps! Not to mention you said the wrong vow AGAIN." shouted the priest. "This boy certainly does not want to get married if he can't even remember the right words!"

"N-no!" said William, holding up his free hand in protest.

"You don't want to get married?" said Sarah, frowning as she looked up at him.

"No! I meant no, I don't not want to get married!" William blurted out. The priest was growing more and more irritated with the situation, he looked like he was starting to grind his teeth.

"Do you at least have the ring, Mr. Parker?" growled the priest.

"The ring? Yes! The ring!" exclaimed William. With his free hand he dug into the inside pocket of his jacket, looking for which one he had placed the wedding ring it. Not in the first one, he began to pat himself down. Once he found the right pocket it was in he quickly felt around, pulling out the ring and holding it between his thumb and index finger.

"One ring!" he said, holding it up into the air. He thought he had a good grip on it but the sweat from him being nervous caused otherwise. Slipping from his fingers the ring fell, rolling along the floor and causing everyone to gasp.

The priest rose his hands in the air in surrender, shouting out. "This boy does not want to get married!"

Sarah watched as William ducked to the floor, scrambling along it to try and catch the ring while it rolled away. The small golden band rolled along the floor till settling into the fabric of Sarah's mother's dress. Not thinking, William reached under, grasping for the ring and causing the woman to shriek out when he took hold of her ankle. He apologized profusely, slipping the ring on his own finger once he found it and pulled his hand away quickly.

William's mother and father seemed to place their hands over their faces once he stood up. Holding the ring up to show everyone it was safe, he didn't notice he left the burning candle on the ground. Lady Recette began to panic, waving her hands to try and fan away the flames that had come to life on the bottom of her dress. William turned, a look of shock on his face. He quickly got on his knees, grabbing the now lifeless candle and tried to use his hand to snuff out the flames. He yelped as the flames singed the tips of his fingers, stepping back as Lord Recette shoved him away and began stomping on the flame.

He sucked on the tips of his fingers, cringing as nothing anyone seemed to do could put out the fire he created. He looked around for something to help when he remembered the cup of wine on the table at the alter. William rushed to the table, only to find that it was gone. Confused the young man looked around for the whereabouts of the cup, unbeknownst to him someone had already thought of his plan. While everyone was trying to stomp out the fire on Lady Recette's dress, a lone hand held the cup of wine. It was poured onto the flames, dousing it instantly.

Everyone looked up, seeing Lord Ebonton holding the cup that once contained the liquid. Lady Recette let out a sigh of relief, the noble man placing the cup to the side where it would be out of the way. Once the initial panic was over though everyone turned to look at William who was already trying to sneak out to avoid the scolding he knew he was going to receive. The priest glared at him, stepping out from behind the alter as he spoke.

"Enough of this! This boy can not be married until he has been properly educated!" The older man hissed. He stepped towards William, backing him up against the door.

"Young man. Learn. Your. Vows."

Eyes wide, William nodded, searching along the door for the knob. When he found it he gave the room a nervous smile before throwing the door open and slipping out of it. The door seemed to sway open in slight breeze, showing that William was really indeed gone. Lord Ebonton smirked softly, buffing his knuckles on his coat as he looked to Sarah who had a blank look. She seemed to not have much of an idea of what just happened.

"Quite the catch, isn't he?" said Ebonton, grinning once he finally got Sarah's attention. She frowned at him, her eyes narrowing just a little. She was sure William had his reasons for leaving so suddenly. He must have been so embarrassed by everything that just happened to him.