Wrathion tossed and turned in his bed, dreaming intently. Anduin sat just across the room watching Wrathion as he slept Why him? He wondered to himself. Anduin found himself unable to sleep ever since he came to Pandaria. He often spent his nights watching Wrathion sleep or going for walks in the Veiled Stair, looking in awe of the beauty this new land possessed.
Anduin had arrived in Pandaria two weeks earlier. When they arrived the Alliance was not as welcomed as they had hoped however; with the help of Anduin and many heroes of Azeroth the Pandarens accepted the Alliance and began to become quite fond of the new people. Anduin had valued the company of the Pandarens but above everything he valued Wrathion's company the most.
"Wrathion, the son of Deathwing, prince of the Black Drakes, the last uncorrupted black drake. . . Why have I fallen for him?" by this time he was speaking out loud and was sitting on the cliff overlooking the Jade Forest. Here he believed that he would be able to think freely and openly without worry.
"Fallen for me? What do you mean young prince? I have not seen you fall since the first day you trekked up the stairs and fainted in front of my Tavern." Anduin jumped up almost falling off the cliff. Wrathion moved quickly grabbing Anduin by the hand to steady him.
"I did not know you were there Wrathion. I do not know what to say." Anduin blushed and turned around looking over the Jade Forest again.
"I meant for you not to know little prince. I have followed you out here most every night since you came here." Wrathion admitted, "You intrigue me. I find your silent contemplation amusing, and you speaking out loud tonight gave me a chance to intervene." The black prince raised one side of his mouth in a cocky, yet attractive smile. "Now please define what you mean by that you have 'Fallen for me' "
"I. . . I don't know how to say it. . ." the prince stuttered out, nervous of telling his friend about his feelings.
"Say it as you would in your thoughts." Wrathion chuckled at Anduin's state of presence. "You seem worried little prince. Do not worry, for we are all friends here."
"I cannot help but worry Wrathion! I fear telling you what I mean because I do not want to lose you!" Anduin shouted almost loud enough for the entire Veiled Stair to hear. Anduin took a large step backwards and felt an absence of ground under his foot. Anduin screamed as he fell backwards, plummeting to the bottom of the Jade Forest.
Wrathion jumped after the prince transforming into his dragon form on his way down and catching young Anduin in his front paw. Anduin gasped and thanked the dragon for the smooth rescue. "Is this what you mean by falling for my young prince? I would rather you not make a habit of this."
Anduin blushed, knowing he could use this as an excuse to not tell the black prince. "Yes, it is what I meant. I will try not to continue this silly game with you." Anduin hoped the dragon would fall for this trick. He looked amused; I think he fell for it.
Wrathion erupted in a great laugh. "No, my white prince, please do continue this 'silly game' of yours. I quite enjoy being your savior." Anduin blushed and returned to his room at the Tavern.
End Chapter One