She loved him once. She had loved him under the shining stars high above their golden-touched heads. She loved him before he was slain in vain to the Scourge, his heart no longer beating in rhythm with her own, their heartbeats a distant melody lost to the Lich King. His eyes were as empty as his chest, their forgotten love a beacon to the home they once shared. He drove his unholy sword into her aching heart. She died, hoping one day she would see him again, and they could slow dance forever amongst the shining stars, together once more.