Love, that's was what Llane only could describe her. The moment came without warning. When it came, Llane surrendered with sweetest feeling he'd ever felt. Nothing changed in the prince's daily routine, but soon people around him notice the prince was in love, love of his life.

"Was it that obvious?"

Lothar and Medivh chuckled at Llane's question. It was after supper, in the prince's room, with fine wine. Lothar emptied his glass and teased his friend.

"Even a horse in a stable could notice you're crazy about- her, who I don't know exactly. So how is she?"

"Someone you know."

Medivh's answer made both Llane and Lothar surprised.

"You know who she is?"

The mage couldn't help but just laugh.

"It's just simple observation, Anduin, but the one without prejudice."

"So who is she?"

Lothar sat closer to the mage and asked with mischievous look, pressing his ear to the mage's lips. Medivh gave meaningful smile to both his friends, and lower his eyes. As if he conjure some spell, he recited.

"A young lady, of prestigious and eminent family, with warm nature and strong will, wise and unbiased. A find mate for Llane, I guess. And-"

Medivh turned his face, met Lothar's glittering eyes, and continued.

"About your sister's age."

Lothar tilted his head, calling every young ladies in Stormwind to mind. While the young warrior lost himself in thought, the young prince observed him in anxiety. He almost jumped when Lothar snapped his finger and whispered one name into the mage's ear. Medivh seemed enjoying it.

"No. She is not the one."

"Oh! Then-."

Lothar gave another name, but Medivh shook his head and laughed.

"If you truly think she is the one who I explained, you know about women less than I do."

"She's not? Then-."

This went on, and Lothar couldn't name the right one. By the time Lothar ran out of names, he changed subject. It was late, and they emptied several bottles of wine.

"Does she like you?"

"I hope so. I saw her eyes, the way she looked at me. I could feel it is not only me."

"So, what's the problem? You're a fine man, I guarantee. Why haven't you even talked to her? or her family? Any sane one in Stormwind would welcome you."

"I know I have to try, but-"

The answer came from the mage who took Llane's bed, half dozing.

"He's afraid if her brother doesn't like him to be brother in law."

"What? Nonsense!"

Lothar cried out jumped up from a cough. He pointed his finger right at Llane's face, looked right at the prince's eyes, and declared.

"You, handsome beast, tell her brother or what, tell him that this Anduin Lothar will not tolerate any objection to this matter. You understand?"

Llane noded. Faint chuckle came from the bed.

Several days later, Lothar was summoned, not as a friend but a head of his family. Medivh had to wait long. By the time Lothar came out from Llane's room, the sun was sitting down. He was half smiling and half crying. He trudged the long corridor and Medivh followed him without a word.

Lothar stoped at the garden, turned eyes. They were red but calm.

"You knew that, didn't you?"

Medivh chuckled, took few steps more, passed by Lothar.

"What did you say?"

"What could I say? He's already brother to me. I can't be more pleased and honored to be his family."

"I know."

Medivh turned his back to Lothar, noded.

"You're blessed, both of you."

It was a sudden pang of sorrow that struck Lothar. He knew the mage's loneliness from his background. Lothar lifted his one arm, put around Medivh's slender body, embraced him, and whispered.

"You're my brother, too."

Medivh smiled.

"I know."