Tyrande:
Tyrande was awakened by the illuminating amber sun whose blinding rays began to bring life to Darnassus. She lifted her still nude self-up from the bed to only find that Jaina was not around. All she could find was an ivory envelop with her name on it that was scripted in the most elegant cursive, in red ink. Knowing right away it was Jaina's writing, she quickly opened it but, easily enough to preserve the envelop. Briefly glancing over the confidential inscription, Tyrande's smile was surely not shy as her face fleshed up like a cherry and clearly, happiness was flowing effortlessly through her veins. However, a familiar voice echoed through the walls bringing Tyrande back into the world she was living in before the night with Jaina; it was Malfurion, her fiancé, calling Tyrande as though he's been looking for her for a while. Tyrande took the envelope and letter and stuffed it into a pillow and grasped the closest article of clothing, which happened to be Malfurion's robe, and wrapped herself in it. A knock came from the door, followed by Malfurion's voice, calling her name once more, Tyrande scurried to the door, fixating her hair as best as she could.
"Yes," Tyrande spoke with hesitation as a teardrop of sweat flowed down from her temple to her chin.
"There you are, my darling." Malfurion allowed himself in without asking and looked down at his future wife with love gleaming from his eyes.
"You worried me, Tyrande. You weren't in our courters, is everything alright?" He was worried that she was nervous to sleep besides him before they were to be wed, although, they have done it twice before. Tyrande wasn't the traditional type, but she always acted as though she was by being precautious about being taken advantage of as her previous lover had done. Though she harps on that for being the excuse to not sleeping besides Malfurion as often as she would like, that was long in the past and it doesn't affect her anymore as many would think; little does Malfurion know that the real reasons are merely because she wishes to sleep with Jaina and she doesn't feel beautiful enough to lie besides a man, even if he is her best friend and soon to be husband. Tyrande smiled, looking up at the fair, tall, well-built nightelf with aesthetically beautiful emerald hair that waved down to his midsection where his never hidden eight pack was. There was no doubt that Tyrande has always loved Malfurion since they were children, where they together would constantly run around the great Teldrassil tree, and surely she wants to be the wife of her best friend, however, discovering this new enduring adventure has truly captivated the hearts of both Jaina and Tyrande; they couldn't help but explore the unlawful acts that women were banned from.
"Yes, I am alright, don't worry. I was exhausted and I was already in this section of our home that I couldn't make it to our room; I'm sorry."
Relieved that Tyrande was alright, Malfurion smiled and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Tyrande. I have something to give you." Before Tyrande could respond with an 'I love you too', Malfurion brought her body against his and connected their lips, giving soft pecks and gently grazing their tongues against each other.
"Close your eyes and turn around." Malfurion smiled.
Although with hesitation, Tyrande obeyed. She felt his warm hands gently caressed her shoulders before placing a necklace around her neck; it was cold as it lay against her skin. Tyrande opened her eyes and glanced down in awe as she saw an elegantly beautiful emerald necklace with a pearl white chain in the shape of a tiara. Alongside the emerald was small amber stones, two on each side, and between the ambers was a diamond. Tyrande was speechless while tears began to form; reality was starting to set in and she could only feel hatred and sorrow flow through her. She loved this man and yet, the night before she gave her body to a woman and only now did regret start to settle in.
"Tyrande," Malfurion turned her body to face him, "I hope you like it." He pulled her closer to his body, thinking she was getting emotional over this gift, which he was partially right about.
"I love it, Malfurion. Thank you, thank you. But, you didn't have to go through the trouble to give me this gift. Don't get me wrong, I love it, I truly do, I just-"
"Then, just nothing. I'm so happy you like it." Malfurion smiled once more and pulled her against him and gently kissed her forehead. His muscular arms wrapped around Tyrande tightly, securing her and showing he will always be there to protect her. "I love you, Tyrande."
Tyrande couldn't help herself; she laid her head against his chest and wept with regret and betrayal to her soon to be husband. Malfurion was confused, but all he could do was embrace her with his love and ensure her that everything will be okay.
