Disclaimer; I don't own Warcraft or Sylvanas they belong to Blizzard I'm only borrowing them for a bit.

Also I'm aware Sylvanas would probably never get drunk but just go with it alright?

On with the show.

Brewfest, it is no secret, is a joyous time amongst all who call Azeroth home. One of the few times during the year when hostilities are overlooked in favour of more enjoyable past times, in the case of Brewfest, this past time was to get so intoxicated that one could no longer form cognitive thought. One such denizen of Azeroth was Solinor the Paladin. Currently Solinor was already thoroughly enjoying the festivities of Brewfest, which is to say he was drunk, very drunk. At some point during the celebration he, as most drunk people are want to do, had an idea. If he was sober he'd have dismissed it as a ridiculous idea and gotten on with his day but currently he was at the point where he believed this crazy idea was the best idea anyone has had to date so he found himself in the Undercity sitting precariously atop his Charger with three wine-skins full of Brewfest alcohol specially for this jaunt to the Undercity tied to his waist.

His reason for this little jaunt to the Undercity was specifically to visit the one person he was sure wouldn't be enjoying Brewfest. The Dark Lady herself, Sylvanas Windrunner. Now most people tend to steer clear of The Banshee Queen during festivities due to her notorious bad temper but not Solinor, over the years he had developed something of a rapport with Sylvanas, as much as a person could with the Dark Lady. To say she tolerated him reluctantly would be more accurate but Solinor was convinced that if she would just relax and have a couple of drinks with a friend she'd feel much better. Of course he was wrong but he was also much too inebriated to know that.

Sylvanas's Royal Dreadguards regarded him curiously as he made his way up the winding passage to her Royal Quarter. She was there as always running the city and dealing with important matters relevant to the Forsaken, Sylvanas looked upward to the entrance of the Royal Quarter when she head the tell-tale sign of Solinor's plate armour as he practically bounced into the large circular room. He dismounted hurriedly at the base of her throne and stumbled up the stairs, almost tripping over several times. Sylvanas could see immediately he was drunk, his black spikey hair was even messier than usual and his face was flushed. His eyes which were usually clear and sharp, with an unusual white glow where dreary and unfocused, plus the odour of expensive wine was practically emanating from him. Solinor stopped abruptly before Sylvanas and bowed low, flashing her a grin as he rose back to his full height, his heavy plate armour seemed to be light as a feather to him and he showed absolutely no difficulty in his movements. Sylvanas regarded him with a frank impatience.

"What is it Solinor?" She was already sure that this was an idiotic idea of his brought on by alcohol and she was right.

"Ok, now j-just listen to me for one second here ok?" He started attempting to look serious and failing miserably, Sylvanas thought to mention that Paladins weren't supposed to get drunk but Solinor was already rambling again. "Ok Sylvanas, now I've seen you smile once and that was when you shot Varimathras in his ugly chops so here's my plan." He held up the three wine-skins after fumbling with the small string attaching it to his waist. "I say, we have a drink… Hic!" Sylvanas couldn't quite decide exactly which way to tell him no, there were actually almost too many to choose from. Most of her thoughts on handling this drunken Paladin were violent but a voice in the back of her mind reminded her that he was actually useful to her. Not once had he ever said no to an order from her and he was powerful, if slightly misguided.

"Solinor, absolutely not, not in this or any other lifetime. Now leave, I have far too much to do without having to see to you." Bragor Bloodfist was positively astounded at her quite frankly diplomatic solution to this… curious problem. Solinor smirked and stood between her and the captain however interrupting their work once again.

"Sylvanas come on, look remember that time I saved you? When we were taking back the Undercity and Varimathras grabbed you, I haven't asked you to repay me because I'm your friend right?" Sylvanas almost snorted with laugher at the mention of her having the need for a friend, at most she imagined him to be a useful lackey. "So how about we just have one drink and I'll leave?" Again the captain found himself actually backing away from the potentially violent situation, he could actually see The Dark Lady seething and grinding her teeth. Unknown to the captain that wasn't the only time Solinor had put himself in harm's way to help Sylvanas. Sylvanas remembered it well, the time she had actually died, because of the betrayal of three former Gilnean Lords, perhaps it was worth entertaining the drunken Paladin's notion.

Three Weeks Earlier

Silverpine Forest used to be a pleasant enough area for many denizens of Lordaeon, this was long before the current time however as now the area known as the Forsaken Front the atmosphere was very tense. Solinor was mounted on his charger and currently sat beside Sylvanas, who was in turn mounted on her Royal Skeletal Horse. She shifted nervously and Solinor could tell she was anxious about the visit they were expecting from the acting Warchief of the Horde, Garrosh Hellscream. No doubt he would not approve of what he was about to see but as Sylvanas told Solinor when they were waiting, this was a necessity.

Impatiently Sylvanas sighed. "Where is that ogre-headed buffoon?" Solinor smirked at her, he was about to mention that she should have patience when a large portal opened up right next to them to Orgrimmar and from within, Garrosh himself stepped out and addressed them with a gruff acknowledgement.

To say the meeting went smoothly would be a bold faced lie. Garrosh openly compared Sylvanas to The Lich King and instead of reassuring the Warchief, Sylvanas opted to instead mockingly salute him and reiterate that she in fact worked for the Horde. His departing words were much less than pleasant. More than once during the little interaction Solinor reached his hand out to his side, ready to summon his weapon if needed, though he desperately hoped Sylvanas would know when to stop. Thankfully Garrosh left, though only after telling one of his High Warlords to remain and "guard" Sylvanas. This time it was Solinor's turn to sigh.

"Sylvanas, Garrosh isn't the kind who likes being mocked why did you pester him so?" She turned to him and he saw she was in fact furious about the way Garrosh had spoken to her.
"Solinor! Make yourself useful and report to those who need your assistance." Solinor complied with a small nod. This was one of the times he knew to steer clear of her. Perhaps in an hour or two he could talk to her but not now.

Most of his stay in Silverpine was spent killing Worgen and spying for Sylvanas, unbeknownst to Solinor, she had dispatched a small group to bring the corpses of three Gilnean lords to her for reanimation. They were; Baron Ashbury, Lord Walden and Lord Godfrey and it was these three lords who ransacked and burned Pyrewood Village to the ground. Sylvanas actively kept this from him because she knew full well he would object to that and she would prefer not to have him leave in a strop again, like he did after he found out about her use of the plague in Gilneas. Of course he returned convinced he would be able to somehow save her soul, she entertained his notions because he was useful. That being the case it was a tremendous surprise for Solinor to find one, Lorna Crowley captured and presented to Sylvanas by said three former lords.

"Sylvanas…" Solinor said turning to the Banshee Queen who was already mounting her horse, he could see she was visibly nervous but maintaining her strong composure. He sighed and chalked this up to another thing he'd have to talk to her about later. Quickly he summoned his charger, before he mounted however he picked the captive Crowley up and sat her on his horse, he wasn't sure he trusted the one called Godfrey, something about him set off alarms in Solinor's mind, another thing to mention to Sylvanas.

Sylvanas recounted the origin of the Forsaken to Solinor though he believed it was mostly for her own good, if he was about to make this kind of trade he'd be nervous too, the life of Lorna Crowley for the submission of the Gilnean Liberation Front so he listened and sped his charger up to place a hand on her shoulder. She whirled and glared at him, for one second he could see something, she did appreciate the gesture but in the presence of the prisoner she had to appear solid and strong, he nodded to her and removed his hand. They rode on in silence. The trade was perhaps the most intense experience Solinor had ever had that didn't involve frantic combat. Thankfully Sylvanas's gambit was successful and the Worgen, Darius Crowley agreed to withdraw the Gilnean Liberation Front so long as he could leave with his daughter.

Sylvanas turned to Solinor and was no doubt about to berate him for putting his hand on her shoulder when there was a terrifyingly loud bang and Sylvanas's eyes widened, she looked down and saw a bullet wound in her chest and the last thing she did before falling was stare blankly at Solinor, his face was a mixture of shock and unbridled fury, his eyes were no longer the unusual white they were bright shining yellow. The three Gilnean lords had just made a very foolish mistake and to make matters worse for them they were gloating over Sylvanas's body.

Solinor turned and leapt off his charger holding his right hand out a crack appeared on the ground and a giant sword, Zin'rokh, the Destroyer of Worlds, erupted from the earth and was in Solinor's hand faster than the three lords believed was possible. He stomped on the ground and from his back two resplendent wings of pure light burst forth. "GODFREY!" He screamed, launching a blast of Exorcism at Ashbury, incapacitating him and casting a judgement on Walden which also neatly meant he could focus on Godfrey and he was determined not to enjoy the righteous vengeance he was about to unleash but there was only so much he could hold back. He pulled his left hand back and a hammer of pure light materialised in it which he launched at Godfrey. He would have continued but Godfrey called his other two comrades to retreat and they were off faster than Solinor could pursue on foot. Solinor turned and was utterly shocked to see Cromush flailing frantically, demanding that that the Val'kyr "fix" Sylvanas.

Solinor's heart practically stopped; dropping his sword he ran to Sylvanas's side and dropped to his knees. The Val'kyr were musing amongst themselves about how to save The Banshee Queen which infuriated Solinor further as he was aware that Sylvanas's spirit was fading, acting fast he raised his hands and beseeched the Light to help him. He placed his hands over her heart and used every single ounce of his power to try and pull her back. Sweat formed on his forehead as the spell began to tax him further, his mana was expended so he switched the font of power and began using his own health to channel the spell that was already underway.

His sense of awareness had dulled completely and his whole body ached, everything around him went black and he was surrounded by emptiness, he cast his sight around searching for Sylvanas's life force. Dimly he was aware of the Val'kyr moving around him and Cromush's voice thankfully was finally quiet. He began to worry that all this would be for naught as there was still no sign of life from Sylvanas. Refusing to accept this he channelled more of his life force into the spell and finally he was able to find, in the darkness that surrounded him, the small spark of her life. Solinor reached out for it and to his despair it was just out of his reach, he hadn't enough power to bring her back but still he refused to give in. All around his consciousness the Val'kyr were becoming more and more incessant even directly whispering to him. Finally he noticed one of the Val'kyr envelop the spark of life he was desperately reaching for and it was thankfully moved comfortably within his reach. With a great heave of effort he pulled them both out of the darkness and the world around them came crashing back into focus.

He fell back onto his rear and released a breath he had no idea he was holding. He clutched his heart, of all his pains the heart was the most severe. He looked up and sighed with relief to see Sylvanas sit up and glance over at him. Her eyes widened as she realised what he had done. He smiled slightly and held his hand toward her and cast his Lay on Hands on her. She was about to ask why he didn't heal himself but he collapsed forward. He thought he had expended too much of his own life force and that he would in fact die right here. This was not to be however and when next he awoke he was in the infirmary in the Undercity with the title of Champion of The Banshee Queen. Sylvanas still refused to tell him how he got there but he had his theories.

Present Day

Sylvanas reluctantly dismissed everyone in the Royal Chamber and held out her left hand, rolling her eyes as Solinor procured some goblets from his hip satchel and poured two surprisingly even portions of wine. Sylvanas recognised the smell as a very pricey brand of Blood Elf wine. Solinor raised his goblet and toasted.
"To the future." He slurred, Sylvanas stared blankly at him and raised her goblet to toast her champion's ridiculous drink. Somewhere in the back of her mind her instinct told her that this was a very bad idea. She would later realise that she should have listened.

Solinor felt like hell, in fact he felt worse. Every muscle of his was tense and stiff. He kept his eyes tightly closed and tried to guess where he was, like most Azerothian citizens the day after Brewfest. From his limited perspective he was aware that he was on a bed, which was a good thing as it cut out the possibility he slept on the streets. He could also tell the sheets were very fine, most likely Blood Elf quality. There was also mustiness to the air. 'Am I underground?' Solinor thought to himself. 'Where on Azeroth would have a comfy bed, with Blood Elf quality sheets and be underground… Oh Light no …' Solinor's eyes snapped open, then shut immediately as even the low light levels in this chamber hurt his eyes. He raised his hands and cast a cleanse spell to purge the toxins from his system and he immediately felt better, not perfect but at least he could open his eyes. Solinor opened his eyes once again and could confirm he was indeed in the Undercity; the skulls on the walls were a dead giveaway. He looked down and noticed he was in fact shirtless, which also made him want to flee if what he thought had happened, had indeed happened.

He looked to his side and he could see a distinctly female form under the purple covers next to him. Slowly he peeled the sheet back and immediately replaced it when he saw that it was in fact the one person he hoped not to see in the bed next to him, Lady Sylvanas Windrunner.

'Oh Light help me, I will never drink again…' His heart almost stopped when he heard a terrible sound.

"What are you doing in my bedchambers?" Sylvanas's voice was low and dripping with venom.

'I hate alcohol.' Solinor thought dimly.

Ok then, if indeed you hated this story so much that you want to find and hurt my face then please, don't tell me, ignorance is bliss after all.

If you liked it however, please let me know if you want me to continue because this is planned as a two shot or if you'd prefer to leave it like this.

Let me know what you think folks.