Maps were strewn all over the war table with wooden chess pieces depicting Alliance forces placed strategically about. A lone figure stood observing the organised mess below. Sylvanas' red gaze drawn to one particular piece. The lion's cub. She leaned forward resting on one hand, the other plucking the piece off the table moving it away to the curled ends of parchment pinning it down.
Little lion didn't need to be there. Not today. There would be a time, but now was not it. Another piece plucked from the map and carefully positioned with a dull thud. The wolf. Her lip curled into a smirk and she pushed off the table, arms crossed with cunning admiring her handy work. Yes this would do. Her smirk widened revealing part of her fangs.
Her musings quickly vanished however to the sounds of muffled voices rising beyond the door of Grommash hold. Orgrimmar was always loud with the large lumbering orcs and it's fellow races bustling in and out of the capitol. Nothing like The Undercity and its occupants who were quiet about their business, as silent as the grave some might say making less noise than the bubbling green canals of slime that ran through it.
Sylvanas sighed, her face reverting back to its infamous stoicness and eyed the door curiously.
What was going on now?
The voices grew louder, muffled shouting turned into a what sounded like a surprised yelp and a loud thump followed after, making the Dark Lady's blonde brow quirk up in wonder.
Was that one of the guards that had-
All questions were answered when a rather agitated Jaina Proudmoore lifted the heavy entrance door, Sylvanas spotting a flash of grunt armour sprawled helplessly on the ground before the mage slammed it behind her closing them off from the outside world. The Dark lady's ears flicked at the crackling sounds of magic, a brilliant purple hue pulsating off of Jaina's hands, casting it's colour onto her skin.
The Queen mused. The mage looked beautiful, even whilst dishevelled and frowning.
"Did you really have to do that?" Sylvanas said, not really caring for the answer. That grunt no doubt would need a healer and that was more guards that needed to be replaced. The thought made Sylvanas bored, and so she took a perch on the end of the table.
After two deep calming breaths Jaina finally composed herself and stepped further inside, and closer to the Dark Lady. "Of course I did." She sulked, "Your guards are nothing but oafs that need to be put down! Honestly do those big green brownish things have anything called a brain in their skulls?"
That made sylvanas huff out a low laugh, albeit small, but a laugh all the same. The mage did have a tendency to be the only one that could do that. Much to Nathanos's annoyance, not that that buffoon mattered in the slightest.
"I believe they do have brain cells Jaina. You once believed so too, back in the day…If I remember correctly-"
"Don't" Jaina cut in, scowling in disgust, "Just don't bring that up," She said, closing the distance between them until they were no more than a foot apart. Sylvanas watched the mage closely as blue eyes stared defiantly back at her.
"Don't what?" Sylvanas bent down in challenge, almost nose to nose. Jaina stood her ground much to the delight of the Queen. "Mention a certain someone named Thra-?"
"Enough. Enough!" Jaina cried, those images of the past were enough to make her blood boil into a frenzy. "I'm not here to discuss my past mistakes."
"Oh, then what are you here for?" Sylvanas asked, gently shoulding past Jaina and walking back around the table, her hand trailing behind on its surface, well aware of the humans eyes on her back. "I was in the middle of planning something when you so kindly interrupted me."
"That is what I'm here for actually. Our next move." Jaina glanced at the war table studying it for a moment before wondering aloud, "Have we found more Azerite?"
"Mmm, we have, and it's being put to good use." Sylvanas muttered, suddenly distracted, thinking. The mage watched carefully at the Dark Lady, not wanting to interrupt her thoughts further, but as usual curiosity got the better of her.
"Weapons? Armor? I can send more people…" Jaina talked, uttering things Sylvanas could no longer hear. From her peripheral she could see the mage's mouth form words but her brain wasn't registering. She was onto something. Something good, her focus solely on this new unbreakable plan.
Yes. Yes! This was it!
Sylvanas grabbed the wolf's piece in her hand closing her fist around it and squeezed, the wooden object splintering with the force until a loud snap resounded in the room startling the mage into silence and stare.
"Sylvanas?" Jaina edged.
The queen slammed the disfigured piece onto the table with a loud smack making the table rock, unstable.
"This will work. This is unbeatable." Sylvanas whispered to herself, excitement creeping up and swirling within her gut. She gave the pieces one more once over and added them up together, the final calculation complete.
Yes. This was the perfect plan.
Jaina drew close standing to the side of the Warchief and placed a delicate hand to Sylvanas' shoulder pulling her to face her.
"Something you'd like to share?" Jaina queried, taking in Sylvanas' countenance. She looked eager, an expression only the mage would notice as they were close. An outsider would only see her as impassive.
The Dark lady's head was spinning with the mass of plans, ways to execute them and who would be leading certain groups, but they soon halted, simmered down and disappeared upon seeing the mage stood beside her.
Those blue eyes…
Blinking slowly Sylvanas turned to fully face Jaina, a wicked grin now gracing her lips.
"I believe I do have something to share." The Queen said, mischief colouring her words. She leant in, her mouth brushing over Jaina's ear sending shivers up her spine. Sylvanas was euphoric and couldn't wait to relive some of this overwhelming tension that had so quickly risen throughout her very being.
Stunned, the mage fell back into the table making it rock. Sylvanas pressed close, arms either side of the mage effectively pinning her there. Jaina was well and truly putty in the Dark lady's hands. The Queen always knew how to get into her skirt with the simplest of gestures. It drove Jaina mad.
"It is something we will both enjoy…" Sylvanas continued, her tongue now licking the length of the mage's neck. Jaina's body shuddered, eyes squeezed shut, willingly turning her head to the side to accommodate the Dark Lady's attentions, her braid slipped off her shoulder.
"Ohh, Sylvanas what are you doing?" The mage gasped, arms quickly flinging around Sylvanas' neck pulling her impossibly close. All thoughts of what she was here for swiftly vanished from her mind. She sucked in her bottom lip hard enough to leave indents when she felt her Queens sharp teeth nip at her sensitive flesh.
By the gods
Sylvanas stopped her advances much to Jaina's dismay and moved her face to look Jaina in her beautiful blue hues. They stared at each other for a time, the mage taking everything that was Sylvanas in, then her Queen answered.
"You."
That was all she needed to say. Jaina gushed and moaned falling back onto the table bringing Sylvanas with her.
A/N - Worth a second chapter?