Hello all! Welcome to my first dedicated fan fic! I plan on updating this as best to my ability and keep it going for quite a bit. Ofcourse not sure on the exact number of chapters I want but I won't end it with a cliff hanger at any point so don't worry! I hope whoever reads enjoys! I accept all forms of criticism so go crazy!
PS: This story may jump perspectives from time to time due to the fact that I'm not great at staying in just one perspective as an author just yet, apologies to those this will irritate, I'm working on getting better at it.(First Person will always be from Willhelm's POV)
PPS: I will be updating each chapter even after I publish them, no major changes, just spell corrections, word change if I think another word fits better or creates better word play in general, I tend to reread my work and obviously sometimes I feel different towards things I may have thought to be good in the past haha, apologies :)
(Short) Prologue
The ere brush of frost that touched upon my face as her breath caressed my cheek and neck was chilling to the bone, yet so comforting, it warmed my heart to it's content. I had never believed the day that was now would ever come to be true, it only ever being just a dream. However, the wet, soft, suppleness of her lips against mine told me otherwise. I knew it was not a mere thought in my constantly fluttered head. The pale icey figure that lay atop of me was there and was there to stay. She would never leave, unless matters were that of death. The city she had to run could wait.
(Begining of Chapter)
His boots sunk into the moist, groggy soil beneath him, caking mud on the black leather. The air around him was dank, that of death and pine, a weird mix he was not yet used to despite how long he had spent in Undercity, the capital of the Forsaken. He stood with no real purpose other than the purpose of standing. His glistening steel blade hung in its designated sheath, ready to cut through even the toughest of foe yet he had not a single chance of needing to use it where he was, for he was safe for the time being.
The cobblestone he leaned against was rugged, as was he. Moss clung to the old rock as if its life depended on it, yet he used the stone for balance simply because he could.
A man of war felt so uneasy at peace, yet at the same time felt good for not being at war. It was odd.
Light footsteps approaching behind him caught his attention, yet he didn't budge from where he was, knowing the silence behind him well. A cold hand grasped at the back of his neck, rubbing at the tender muscles gently as if he had needed the comfort. "Who would've known the dead could care so much..." he spoke with a soft, yet deep voice, but it was enough for the approaching person to hear. Her laugh was meniacal, that of pure evil, it sounded like an echo from some ethereal spirit within as it bounced off of the Ruins of Lorderan.
It scared off even the toughest of warriors, yet the only man there to witness it didn't move. "If only that were true..." Her voice was like that of daggers piercing skin and sent chills down the spine of anyone who heard it. The Banshee Queen leaned against her most trusted friend from behind and gave a light hug before rotating to stand infront of him. "Dare I say you'd be three times as terrifying if you didn't care." It wasn't a question, but a statement. "You find me scary do you?" Sylvanas put her hand on his chest and looked up into his eyes, hers glowing a firey ruby red, his a forsty blue. "In an attractive sort of way, I'd say." He smirked, staring back into her gaze. "You find it sexy, do you?" She asked, More scaring laughter followed by a teasing, seductive glance, she turned away and stared up at the silver stars that glazed the night sky. She continued in a whisper, "It's surely something that people can find the dead attractive." Willhelm was caught off guard by the sudden change in tone.
The warrior stepped towards his queen, a hand landing on her hip, the opening in her armor where his hand landed exposing soft flesh which was that of ice. Her eyes widened in surprise at the touch. She darted her gaze back at him, her silver-white locks whipping through the air as her head turned. He looked deep into her eyes, his next words chosen carefully and packed with meaning. "My lady, you are more beautiful than the stars you previously looked upon. You always have been, always will be. You can ask your lover the same thing. She will certainly agree." Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Ellithara would say anything just to get me in bed with her, and we both know it. As would you." She lightly chuckled, an evil grin upon her lips. His eyes rolled as he shook his head side to side with laughter. "Now, that said activity is soley reserved for the Queen and her love. Just a poor little body guard like me would never partake in such activities." He smiled but didn't look at The Dark Lady.
"Don't kid yourself, Willhelm..." She replied, placing a hand on his shoulder. Willhelms' laugh was quite heartey.
Sylvanas' mind wondered for a moment before her face grew serious. Willhelm looked at her a moment before understanding that the switch from "Sylvanas" to "The Banshee Queen" got flipped. He cleared his throat. "So, Garrosh is ordering more troops to Pandaria, My Lady. Should I accomidate him with our forces?" He spoke with monotone. His Queen moved away from him and began looking off into nothing once more, her head racing. Troops here, Garrosh this, War now... The same things constantly repeated within her mind would drive a living person insane. "Yes, however I will go as well, he seems to want me on this, campaign of his."
Suddenly a voice pierced through all of the ruckus and made Sylvanas feel warm inside for a moment, before turning back to the desolate frost that was her. "So this is where you both ran off to!" Ellithara, The Banshee Queens' right hand and intimate lover, one of the only people she's ever truly showed compassion for after her undeath, walked out from the entrance to Undercity, approaching the two quickly. Sylvanas turned on a dime when she heard her soft, kind voice come from behind. She couldn't help but to stare at the flowing golden bunch of sunshine that was Ellitharas' hair, as well as the way her hips swayed as she quickly approached, her slightly sun kissed skin accentuating the colors. Her eyes matched that of the clear blue sky, or the crystal waters that surrounded some of the Eastern Kingdoms' coasts, not being corrupted by fel like most other Elves of her origin today. The two Elves collided and shared a kiss, their lips pressing together as did their bodies, first Sylvanas' tongue pierced through the soft flesh and entered Ellitharas' mouth. Then quickly following in her Queens footsteps, Ellitharas' tongue shot forth, the two muscles entertwining.
Willhelm stood there, now with his back against the closest stone wall, watching and blushing as both women continued their moment of extacy.
Sylvanas was surprisingly the last one to pull away from the embrace. Ellithara glanced at Willhelm, her cheeks flushed as well. "Well! I must say I wasn't expecting it to get that... intimate, sorry Will!" She exclaimed and giggled a little. Willhelm waved his hand infront of him and chuckled, " No no, it's fine, I rather enjoy the show." He nearly lost himself to the massive amount laughter trying to escape from within. Both Elven women scoffed and rolled their eyes. Ellithara took a few steps towards him, lightly embracing Willhelm and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for keeping my love safe Will, I know she can be a lot." A teasing glance towards Sylvanas was shot, the Banshee Queen returned the favor with a smile and the finger. Willhelm Chuckled a little and shook his head slightly. "Oh believe me, I'm aware." Sylvanas smirked and looked away for a second before looking back at him. She glared at him and shot her eyes and tilted her head towards the entrance to Lorderon. He understood what she meant and nodded. "Ah, drats, I forgot about some letters I've failed to reply to. I must attend to them before i forget once more, please excuse me ma'ladies." Ellithara's constant smile turned into a frown for a moment before returning to it's gleeful stance. "Alright then Will, we'll miss ya! Come find us when you've finished up!" She hugged him, as did his Queen and bid him goodbye. As much as Sylvanas thought she had hidden the almost telepathic conversation she had with Willhelm, Eillithara noticed what she was playing at, however went along as if completely oblivious to her lovers' actions.
The Dark Lady stepped back from Ellithara and began walking away, as if expecting her to follow like some common house pet called to service. She did, Sylvanas laughed on the inside at the act. "You know I must leave..." The Banshees' voice was low, calm, unwavering. She felt a warm hand gracefully slide into hers and grasped it. Her arm was pulled back and Sylvanas entered Ellitharas' arms. "My Queen, my love..." Sylvanas stared down into her crystal eyes, the intense ruby and enlightening frost glows combining. Ellithara continued, "I know that you have your duties, I'll always be here when you get back. I will miss you, sure, but at least I'll have this entire city to remind me of you." Sylvanas' smile almost flew from her cheeks. "Yes, and while you're busy ruling my city, I doubt you'll have any time to even think of how much you miss me." An evil glare paired with a toothy grin formed to show off her fangs. Ellithara gasped, backing away from her lover. "Me!?!?" She exclaimed, "Make Nathanos do it!" The Banshee Queen began to laugh. "Undead or not, I'm not letting that boy rule my city just to tear everything I've built to ruin. Besides, I thought you enjoy rulling next to me?" She wasn't wrong. "Yes, I do, however thats next to you, not by myself! It's not the same!" Ellithara's face turned to that of concern, as she didn't believe in herself to rule a city without her Queen at her side, she stared down at the wet grass at her feet, not making contact with the Banshee anymore. Sylvanas gently held her hand up to her lovers cheek, caressing the delicate flesh. "Ellithara, I believe in you to do this, you are my most trusted friend and love." Her voice was that of a lulliby, winning over Ellithara without any further attempts. "You know if Master Apothecary Farenell wasn't also occupied by this, I'd appoint him, however, he is already in Pandaria, and I trust you most of all. You will do fine."