Sylvanas Windrunner drummed her hand impatiently on the table, leaning on the other to stare at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact with the other leaders of the Horde. The ceiling was bare except for the long, sharp spike at the top. Typical, the banshee queen thought to herself.
"The blood elf queen should be arriving shortly," Thrall spoke as he sat at the head of the wooden table. "Sylvanas do you know this girl?" The undead elf almost missed the question, as she was still staring aimlessly at the ceiling.
"Not that I recall, warchief." she shrugged. For once, she was actually telling the truth. Sylvanas did not know of the girl. It seemed as though the queen did not have a name. Members of the Horde only referred to her as 'the blood elf queen' or 'the blood queen'.
The banshee queen wasn't even aware her old race had a queen. There were whispers of the blood queen for she was young but ruthless, only caring for her people and slaughtering those she saw as a threat. The blood queen was cold and never backed down.
Sylvanas couldn't help but smile. She was going to like this queen. Having another female added into the horde would be a nice and welcoming change.
A middle age orc carrying an axe came through the door claiming the blood elf queen had arrived. The leaders of the horde stood up, finally welcoming their latest member.
A group of blood elves came in the room wearing various shades of red and gold. They parted to reveal a raven haired beauty dressed in dark robes with a large crown fashioned upon her head.
Sylvanas' breath hitched in her throat at the sight of the girl. The forsaken leader had lied to Thrall, for she did know this girl.
Once upon a time, Sylvanas Windrunner had fallen in love with the blood queen whose name was Nercissa Embersun.
This is just a short introduction into the lives of Sylvanas and my OC Nercissa. The chapters will be longer than this and I will try to update at least once a week.
