Author: Storyteller's Dream
Disclaimer: I do not own World of Warcraft.
Title: Secret
Rating: T
Pairings: Lor'themar Theron / Sylvanas Windrunner
Summary: He's always had something to tell her...
Notes: I have no idea where this bunni came from. But if I remember correctly, Lor'themar was Sylvanas' second-in-command so maybe that's it
Secret
The land before him was once extremely beautiful and now it was a shadow of its former self. He doesn't know why she wants him to meet her here. He would have thought that she would be the first to shun this place; that it would hold memories that were too terrible for her to handle.
Lord-Regent Lor'themar Theron had always been close to his former Ranger-General Sylvanas Windrunner. He had admired her for her grace, intelligence, strength, and even her beauty before he found himself in love with her. Before he had any chance of speaking with her about his feelings, Arthas had come and changed their lives forever.
Changed their lives, Lor'themar realized, but not his feelings for her.
"Your body make is near where your mind is not," an amused female said softly. Lor'themar felt a blush creep up his skin as Sylvanas Windrunner, Banshee Queen of the Forsaken, stepped from the shadows of a nearby tree.
"My apologies, Lady-"
"Stop Lor'themar," Sylvanas interrupted with a wave of her hand. "I merely wish to speak with you informally." Sylvanas was dressed in her normal attire but indeed she did not have anyone with her.
"What do you wish of to speak of, Sylvanas?" Lor'themar asked finally as he fell into step beside her. The Undead Queen said nothing for a while, walking a trail that might have once been as familiar to her as her hand.
"Do you remember the day I fell to the Scourge?" She asked him quietly.
"It's vague in some areas," Lor'themar admitted as his unseeing pulsed. "Vivid in others."
"Yes I imagine so." Sylvanas said, pushing back her hood. Though her eyes were red, unblinkingly so and her skin as blue as the sky, Sylvanas Windrunner looked exactly as she had before she died, even with her scars. It made his breath catch.
"Lady-" Lor'themar started only to be stopped as she placed her cold fingers to his lips.
"You wanted to tell me something then," her voice was gentle and soft, "tell me now, does it still remain with you?" His hands, gloved in mail rested lightly on her hips as he allowed his head to remain in her cool and seeking hands. Sylvanas gently ran her fingers over his eye patch, soothing the burning feeling that never went away while waiting for him to speak.
"I was going to tell you then Sylvanas that I had fallen in lo-"
"Lord-Regent! Lord-Regent!"
Lord-Regent Lor'themar Theron sat up in his bed, alarmed to find himself there and by his guard's calls.
"What is it?" He called to the guard as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"Warchief Thrall is here. He wishes to speak with you."
Lor'themar Theron know of only one reason for Thrall to leave his home and venture to Silvermoon City. He let out a vicious curse as he stood up and began to pull out his armor.
"Tell him I shall be there shortly." Lor'themar called to the guard still waiting for his response. As he buckled his sword to his waist he thinks on the dream and wonders how much of it was just that, a dream.
"I love you Sylvanas and I always will. I am so sorry for this." He walked out of the door of his rooms, letting the dream vanish with the morning fog and began his day as Lord-Regent.
~*~
Deep within her recovered chambers under the remains of the greatest city before the Scourge, the Dark Queen stares into an orb of dreams and weeps for what was taken from her, not once but twice.
~End