Well, hey there! This was long overdue, wasn't it? But why waste time discussing all the reasons and excuses to why it took so long, when you can just go ahead and read the new update!

So enjoy chapter 5 of this fic! And don't forget to read the notes at the end!

Chapter's warnings: Genderswap (obviously), Angst, Lordaerons's guards are terrible at watching children, Angst, Time-skip! (this is roughly a year after the last chap, just like the update!), Angst, this is still a pointless filler, and did I mention angts? (seriously, this is full of that s%&t)

Disclaimer: I did crafted the warrior legendary card of Varian and got the paladin's one of Bolvar in HeartStone, does that count as owning anything of the Warcraft franchise? It doesn't? Oh, ok then.


Chapter V:

Once church was over, people started to head out the door, and keeping a pace slow enough not to be notices, yet sufficiently fast so as people believed that she had followed them, Varian moved through the crowd till she was effectively left behind without them noticing.

The young Queen slowed her pace to a stop near an open window, watching carefully the retreating masses just in case someone decided to look back, and once sure that she was safe, she counted to three and jumped through the second floor's window.

On another part, Bolvar was peacefully sitting on the grass just outside the Keep's sick bay, back resting against the cold stone wall and eyes focusing on the shadow it cast on the ground.

Once said shadow reached the designated place marked earlier with a stick, he got up, stood just below the upper floors' windows and extended his arms.

He counted to three and soon found himself with an arm-full of Stormwind's Queen, having to bend his knees so as to sustain the sudden weight without dropping the girl or hurting his arms.

"Right on time for a change" he said with a smirk on his lips, but the other smirked right back, not taking offense in his comment.

This was the fifth time they had agreed to sneak away from the Keep without permission or supervision, so they knew the routine by heart now.

The moment of the day when the Keep's guard was more disorganized –not that Lordaeron's soldiers weren't good at protecting their nobility by any means- was during the half-hour between the church's end and the change of guards, as most soldiers were more focused on ending their shift as to pay attention to two children getting away.

"You got everything?" Varian asked and Bolvar nodded, putting her down and throwing a bag, which has been previously resting besides him, at her.

He turned his back to her, letting her change out of her light summer dress and into her common cloths in peace, and went over the path they needed to follow on his mind just to be safe.

"I hope you weren't too bored" the dark-brunette said, tying her boots as fast as she could, feeling guilty for making her guard wait for her while she was at the church.

Honestly, he has been bored out of his mind.

On a normal day, Bolvar would had accompanied his Queen and the Menethil family while at church; but this day in particular, a considerable amount of nobles had come to the capital to discuss one matter or another, and he had preferred to stay out.

Even if a year and a half had helped him to come to terms with his title of 'Lord', those had been more nobles than he could handle.

"It could've been worst"

/-/-/-/-/-/

The ride to the city of Brill wasn't a very long one, but just to stay out of sight from the soldiers that patrolled the roads, they chose an alternative route through the forest. The hoods and capes were just an extra measure.

The city itself wasn't that impressive, especially compared to the neighboring capital; in fact, the most interesting aspect it had were the two zeppelin towers rising high above the other buildings; but the city housed a considerable amount of refugee from Stormwind, and that's why they were going there.

Getting through the city's gate was getting swallowed by a sea of people coming and going, going about their business. Most were workers in charge of constructing the necessary buildings needed to sustain the still growing population, as Brill received immigrants in an almost daily basing, due to the farms surrounding the city that offered jobs the refugees couldn't afford to deny; but there were also farmers and merchants trying to sell their goods.

Bolvar guided the horse away from the flow of people, towards the stables, which were almost full with costumers leaving or taking their mounts.

"Back again I see" one of the stable hands greeted them coming to their aid, a friendly smile decorating his lips.

Bolvar and Varian, or as they were called here, the siblings Bradley and Taria, were known among the refugees as the charitable children of an accommodated merchant that wanted to give a hand to those in need.

"It's hard to stay away" Bradley returned the smile, handing over the horse's reins and dismounting, followed by Taria.

/-/-/-/-/-/

There wasn't much they could do, being so young, but there was always something that needed to be done, and no one was about to turn down such willingly volunteers. So while Bolvar assisted the construction workers by carrying around tools and materials or lifting minor weights, Varian had been enlisted by one of the local cooks to distribute food among the children and elders.

"Cheer up, child!" one of the old women told the young Queen, getting her out of the trance she has been in since reaching the city "You'll look just like me if you keep frowning like that" the playful tone and placid smile of the woman indicated that she meant no offense, she just wanted to humor the other.

"Uhm..." the brunette didn't know how to react to the comment, she hadn't pay much attention. Has she really been frowning all along?

"I know this isn't the most glamorous of jobs, but someone has to do it" the woman kept talking, her cheerful tone not wavering for even one second "and at least you're not one of those poor stable boys cleaning horse's droppings all day" she leaned in closer for that last comment, as if sharing a secret, putting an horrified expression, and that ultimately got a laugh out of the girl.

"It's not that" Varian didn't mind doing simple things as serving food, making beds or tending to the children; if it meant helping her people in any way, she'll do it.

What kept her worried was the knowledge that no matter what was done here, it wouldn't be enough.

Her people needed a permanent solution, not temporary measures; and she didn't have the power nor the resources to do anything about it.

"What's your name?"the old woman asked her, seeing that she was brooding once again.

"Taria" she answered, passing a bowl of stew and a piece of bread to the elder.

"Just like our former Queen" a sad smile curled the woman's lips, and she took the offered food but didn't taste it "Poor Tary, she was such a nice young woman" the last was said in a whisper, probably not meant to be heard by anyone, but Varian did heard it.

"You knew her?" people always made comments like that one with a great deal of sadness when talking about her late mother, but this particular one was said with such a degree of personal involvement that it made her wonder if it was just what any citizen would said about their Queen, or something more.

The woman ate a few spoonfuls of the stew and looked back at the brunette girl, her cheerful smile back on her lips, but an edge of nostalgia lingering on her features.

"Well, of course my dear, you're talking to her old nana" she said, her smile getting bigger as more fond memories of those times came back "Tary was such a sweet little girl, and she loved me almost as much as her own mother at that time"

"Really?" Varian couldn't help but to be a little skeptic about that, as her mother has never mentioned a beloved nana from her childhood.

"Oh, we drifted apart after she got married and moved to the capital" an edge of regret could be heard on the woman's voice, maybe lamenting the break of a bond as dear as she had implied before "I wish I had gone with her, but my own daughter required my help with her children, and I knew Tary would have all the love and support she needed"

"It must has been hard to hear what happened to her" the dark-brunette kept on distributing food among the people, but made sure to stay close to the elder woman; it was kind of nice, hearing someone talk about her parent. King Terenas and Queen Lianne seem to always change the subject when she brought it up.

"Terrible indeed. Tary didn't deserved what happened to her" the woman put her plate of food aside, even thou she hadn't finished it; the smile on her face was gone, replaced by an expression of both sadness and anger "To lose her boys like she did and then end that way...it's not fair at all"

"What?" Varian asked perplexed after a second of letting those words sink in, stopping her movements and looking straight at the woman.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear, I forgot you're too young" the woman said looking at her hands resting on her lap, the anger in her voice was gone, although the sadness was not "Nobody likes to talk about those things"

"Talk about what?" the Queen asked, a part of her desperately wanting to know what the woman had meant, the other dreading the answer.

"Before her Majesty, Queen Varian was born, my sweet Tary lost two children. Two baby boys ripped away from their mother way too soon" the woman closed her hands in tight fits, tears gathering at her eyes. She still remembered the letter Taria had send her when she found out she was pregnant for the first time. It has been the last letter she ever send her.

"I dare not think what those savages had done to their graves"

/-/-/-/-/-/

"Leave that as it is boy, come have some lunch" one of the workers told Bolvar, watching over him while he finished to put away all the tools that had been used.

"I'm almost done" he smiled at the man, assuring him that he need not worry and should go have his lunch before the break was over.

The man nodded and let him be, and Bolvar hurried up to finish. He needed to find Varian and go back to the Keep before anyone notice they were gone. There wasn't much they could do in the few hours that they could stay here, and he would like to stay for longer, but they couldn't risk anyone from the capital finding out what they were doing, as they could forbid them to come again.

"Bolvar?" but he didn't had to search for his Queen, as she called him.

"Taria..." he turned around, ready to scold the girl for using his real name, must he had not expected to see her like that "...are you alright?"

Varian looked sad and shaken about something, and she shook her head 'no'; so her guard went to hug her and offer some comfort.

"You want to talk about it?" he asked, patting the girl's back, who has started crying as soon as she was in his arms, but she shook her head 'no' again and held on tighter to his figure.

The sound of hoof and clanking armor alerted Bolvar that the soldiers that patrolled the city were getting near, the same soldiers they needed to avoid, but the dark-brunette was not moving and didn't seem to care about being discovered.

So he sighed and held his Queen closer, already planning what to say to King Terenas to avoid any severe punishment.

/-/-/-/-/-/

"...completely irresponsible, reckless, unacceptable behavior!" as he had expected, the scolding had come immediately after they were brought back to the capital, and standing in the middle of the Throne room with King Terenas chiding them for their action, Bolvar felt not much unlike a small child being berated by its parent for running too far away.

"You had any idea what could had happen to you out there, while no one even knew you were missing?" sitting on her Throne, Queen Lianne looked sympathetic towards the children, but didn't objected to any of her husband's words, as they deserved them.

Bolvar was feeling terribly guilty for disobeying the rules, remembering several occasion when his mother or father had said similar words to the ones Lordaeron's King was telling them right now.

Looking to his right, he saw his Queen looking at her feet, thou she didn't seem to be affected by Terenas' words. She appeared to be lost in thoughts, and she hadn't said a word about what had happen in the village that had made her so upset.

"What say you in your defense?" Terenas asked them, a stern look and a frown on his face, and Bolvar was about to apologize and explain their reasons when the dark-brunette opened her mouth.

"Did you know?" Varian asked, gaze rising from the floor, and her question both surprised and confused the older King.

"Know what?"

"About my brothers" the girl answered immediately, a scowl slowly marrying her features "Did you knew about them?"

Terenas and Lianne sheared a concerned look, they had not expected Stormwind's Queen to bring up that particular subject, and so they didn't know what to say in response.

Of course Terenas knew about Varian's late siblings. For the Light's sake, he has met Varian's great grandfather on his early childhood, and had been childhood friends and playmates with her grandfather, Adamant. And even if nothing of that had happened, he was still one of the Kings of the seven human kingdoms, he always knew that kind of information.

"I...I thought you knew" he stuttered those words, because how do you tell a child that she has to mourn more people than she already has?

"I guess my parents never got the chance to tell me" Varian said almost in a whisper, looking dejectedly at the side.

A tense silence fell in the room. Lordaeron's King and Queen hadn't known how to approach subjects such as this with their adoptive daughter. They had promised sir Lothar to look after and protect the young Wrynn, and they had thought that avoiding such hurtful thing till they deem her old enough was the right thing to do.

It obviously hadn't.

"Nonetheless..." Terenas cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject, he was still scolding this children for running away "There's still no excuse for your actions. Running off like that..."

"With all due respect King Terenas..." but he didn't get to finish, the dark-brunette's voice interrupted him. Her stormy-blue eyes looking at him with fury, a frown marrying her face and hands tightening in fits besides her.

At the back of his mind, Terenas thought that with a look like that, Varian would make a damn good warrior and politician when she grew older.

"It's not your place to tell me that I can't check on my own people!" everyone else fell silent before the girl's words, three pairs of shocked eyes looking wide at her "Nor whether I can or can not help them!"

Varian yelled that last part, shaking from the force of her anger, and she didn't wait for the others to react before leaving the room, ignoring the calls of her name that followed her retreat.

"Let her go" Queen Lianne said, talking for the first time since the children had entered the throne room, and sighed tiredly, not joining the two males in their attempt to bring the other back.

"She's upset" she simply said, looking at her husband with a sympathetic smile. Varian had been disrespectful, yes, but she'll come to regret and apologize about it.

The woman knows the girl's anger hadn't been caused by them, and talking while she was still furious would surely just bring hurtful words for everyone involved. Once she calms down they can try again, she'll be more receptive then, Lianne is sure.

The King surrendered to his wife's wisdom, falling on his throne exhausted. Parenting was hard work, and he had thought his two kids were already a handful, with a third one things just got more complicated.

"Lord Fordragon, please, explain to me what were you two doing" he rested his head on his hand, looking at the still remaining teenager in the room. Varian wasn't a rebellious child, and he wanted to know why she had defy his rules in such a way, he wanted to understand.

"We were helping the Stormwind refugees in what little way we can" Bolvar answered honestly. His instincts told him to go after his Queen, but King Terenas deserved an explanation.

"You could have ask to go" the older man sat straighter in his throne, looking at the teenager with less severity "I wouldn't have forbidden you to go, with an escort"

"And show our people that their Queen can do nothing but serve food and hand out tools?" the sadness in the boy's voice was palpable "Or worse yet, that we can't do anything without another King's approval?"

Terenas sighed tiredly, he could understand the children's reasons and concerns. He couldn't even begin to think how he'll feel if he were in the young Wrynn's situation. It shame him to admit it, but he sometimes forgets that she was ruler of a kingdom as well, she was so young.

"I'm sorry we sneaked away, your majesty. I'm sorry we disobeyed, but..." Bolvar looked at his feet, he did feel guilty about breaking the rules "In all honesty, I will do it again"

King Menethil looked at the teenage Lord, whose gaze barely moved up from the floor.

In raising Varian -trying to-, he had used the same method that he used in raising his own children. He had attempted to keep her away from the world outside the Keep and its danger, to give her a childhood as free from the court games and troubles as possible.

It wasn't working, and he was unsure of what to do.

"You may go now" he said, and the brunet boy bowed respectfully before leaving the throne room, and he leaned back on his throne, exhausted.

Lianne smiled at him, resting her hand on his shoulder to show him her support, and Terenas smiled back. He'll figure something out.

/-/-/-/-/-/

"And you didn't know anything?" Calia's question was the only thing spoken in the room after a tense silence, after the other girl had explained what had happened to her.

"No" the young Queen was sitting on the floor, back against the wall and arms around her knees, pushing her legs to her chest. In front of her, the Princess sat on her feet, unsure of how to act, while the Prince sat to her right, one arm stretched to pat her back in an awkward attempt to soot her.

That was how Bolvar found them when he came into the room, all the things he had thought to say to the dark-brunette forgotten the second he saw the state she was in.

"Do you want to play sword-fight?" Arthas asked with a shyness the older boy hadn't seen in him before, still petting the girl's back and baby-blue eyes sympathetic to her sadness.

Varian shock her head no, hugging her knees tighter and unconsciously moving away from the blond boy's touch.

"I just want to be alone for a while" she said, voice barely above a whisper.

The two siblings looked at each other with concern, they felt that they should comfort their adoptive sister, even if they were unsure of how to go about doing it, and didn't want to leave her alone, but she was asking for it and maybe they should respect her wishes, at least for now.

In time both left the room, not before hugging the young Queen to reassure her that she had their support, and Bolvar and Varian were left alone.

Bolvar stayed silent, maybe he should have left as well, but he wasn't going to. It was his duty to protect and stand by his Queen, even if she wanted to be alone. Especially when she wanted to be alone for reasons like this.

"It's stupid, you know?" Varian said after some time in silence, and the way she spoke made him think that she was more talking to herself than to him.

"All this time...I've missed them, I've mourned them, I've cried every time I thought about them..." The girl's stormy-blue eyes were looking into space, some tears getting caught in her eyelashes "But I've never realized all the things they're going to miss, all the things they never got to tell me"

Varian's voice hitched, sobs starting to wreak her form, and Bolvar didn't have the strength to go hold her. Her words were hitting too close to home.

"I never got to say goodbye to my father. The last thing my mother said to me was that everything would be alright, right before she was killed. And the last image I have of my grandmother is her sacrificing herself so Anduin and I could escape"

They have never talked about this, not in detail. It was never their own personal experience what they had shared when discussing the downfall of their Kingdom. And even those times had been scarce.

It wasn't something easy to talk about.

"I never got to say goodbye to father, either" it was an afterthought, he hadn't meant to say it, but Bolvar felt compelled to share, even if just a little.

Varian looked up at him, having hidden her face on her knees, surprise to hear him talk, as if she had forgotten he was even there. Perhaps she had.

"He died during a skirmish against Horde raiders, a year before the war" He haven't thought much about his father, it had been so long ago.

Or at least it felt like so long ago, especially when he compared it to all that had happen nearly a year and a half ago, but he didn't think he had mourned properly. Or maybe, as Varian said, had never realized what his father will miss, what he never got to tell him, to teach him.

His father would never see him grow into a proper man. Would never see him become a great soldier. He'll never get to feel proud of his accomplishes, of the bravery he shows in defending his Queen and his Kingdom. He will never get to be with him, if and when he gets marry and has his own children.

"All I got left of him is his sword" his mother will never get to see that, either, but Varian already knew how she died, had been there when it happened.

They stayed silent after that. Varian stopped crying and Bolvar never got closer.

/-/-/-/-/-/

"You're sure you know what parrying means, right?" the girl's mocking comment echoed in the empty hallway, and Arthas shoved her on the shoulder in retaliation.

They've just finished one of their sparring sessions, which as usually consisted of the blond boy falling repeatedly on his arse till he got tire of trying.

Sir Lothar taught Varian not to be smug about her skills, but sometimes she couldn't help to rub it on the Prince's face, just to annoy him.

He was annoying most of the time, begging her to teach him some sword fight or talking about his horse. So was it really bad for her to take some jabs at his awful, awful skills with a sword?

They laughed together soon after, Arthas knew not to take to heart what Varian said, and thou she won't tell him, he wasn't as bad as when they first started doing this.

"Your majesties" a soldier called for them, and they waited for the man to reach them, who bowed respectfully once he was in front of them.

"Queen Wrynn, King Terenas requests for your presence in his office" it was mid-afternoon and no one was expecting them till their lessons started, at least two hours from now.

Varian swallowed nervous. She hadn't faced Terenas since their 'argument', she felt awful about her reactions but haven't have the courage to confront him about it.

Arthas held her hand and squeezed a little to let her know that it was alright, that everything would be fine. He had tried to convince her since the alternate had happened, two days ago, that his father wasn't mad at her; but Varian has a hard time believing it.

She was mad at herself, so why shouldn't the older man be as well? He has every right to be, and she certainly wouldn't blame him.

She exhaled heavily and followed the soldier. If Terenas was mad, and she was almost certain he was, she better not make him wait.

/-/-/-/-/-/

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, opening it slowly when a call of 'come in' was heard from inside.

Varian peeked around the open door into the office, cautious still to go inside, spotting Terenas behind his desk signing away some papers. She bit her lip nervously, and forced herself to enter the room.

"You asked to see me?" she said quietly, looking at anywhere but the older man. How was she supposed to tell him how sorry she was for last time? She had been so disrespectful and rude and completely out of place, how could she even begin to make up for it?

"Yes, I did" Terenas put down his quill and smiled at the girl, thou she didn't see it "Come, sit" he mentioned for a chair to his right and waited patiently for the girl to take her seat.

Varian held tightly to the leather of her training armor over her knees, refusing to look at the King, ashamed. This was the closer they've been in two days, and she regretted not having Bolvar here with her. The brunet boy would have offered his support and told her what to say if needed, but he had agreed to accompany Calia for the evening, so he couldn't be here.

"Varian..." he called her after a while in silence, realizing the young girl wasn't going to make the first move.

"I'm sorry!" the dark-brunette suddenly said, bowing her head in shame "What I said, it was wrong. I didn't mean it, I shouldn't have..."

The elder's laughter interrupted the girl's tirade, and she looked surprised up at him, having not expected such a reaction out of him.

"Is that what has you so upset, child?" Lianne had told him so, have assured him that the reason Varian wasn't approaching him was because she was too embarrassed about her actions, not because she was still mad at him, as Terenas had feared "Don't worry about it"

"But..." the tense set of the Queen's shoulders relaxed a little "I shouldn't have talk to you that way"

"It could have gone differently, yes" he nodded in agreement, both their actions could had been handled in a better way, but that was in the past now "I do hope, however, that you understood why I was angry at you that day"

Varian nodded, gaze lowering to her hands once more, relaxing their grip on the leather kneecaps now that the nervousness was gone. She hadn't honestly listened to Terenas' scolding back then, her mind had been in another place at that time, but she had understood, later, what had worried the Menethil King and Queen.

"I hope you understand why I did it, too" she said very quietly, afraid this will anger the elder. She couldn't say she regretted what she'd done. She didn't, actually, and couldn't neither promise she won't do it again.

"Say..." they have finally reached the subject Terenas had meant to discuss, and he recited the words he had so carefully selected prior this meeting "Have I ever told you of the day I sold all my possessions?"

Varian looked up at him once more, a look of confusion crossing her face. She shook her head 'no' as such story hadn't been told to her, but what did it had to do with anything?

"I was about your age. There had been a bad harvest that year, and everyone was stressing over what to do when winter started.

"Nobles came and go, ambassadors from different nations spend hours upon hours in meetings with the council, people gathered at the Keep's gates asking for help!...It was a disaster.

"My father explained to me, that we simply didn't have enough money to buy food for everyone. And I wanted to help, so you know what I did?" he paused for a second, an bemused smile curling his lips at the entranced way the girl was looking at him, who shook her head 'no' and let him continue.

"I gathered all my toys, some books and most of my garments and sneaked out of the castle to sell them.

I found a man on the road who was willing to buy them. Shady old fellow, with a hooded cape and all, but he said he was giving me a fair deal, so I accepted and went back home, proud of the gold that I had gotten for the people.

I guess you can imagine the scolding I received from my parents once I got back" he laughed a little at the memory, noticing that some of the things his parents had told him back them were the same he had told the young Wrynn two days ago.

"But the worst part was finding out that the gold I have received in exchange of my possession, wasn't even remotely close to their real value. And even if I had gotten the real price, it wouldn't had been of much help" he laughed alongside the dark-brunette girl, he had felt so devastated at that time, but now he could look back at it and laugh.

"But you know what I learned from that experience?" he didn't feel ashamed of that childhood mistake. It had been a lesson, one he had learned very well, one he intends to teach his adoptive daughter.

"That you shouldn't trust strange old men in hoods?" Varian said jokingly, and Terenas laughed as well, the tension between them from earlier completely gone by now.

"Besides that" he shook his head and scolded his features into seriousness "I learned, that good intentions can get you so far, that it is knowledge what helps you guide them in the right path"

Varian's stormy-blue eyes lowered to the floor, and she pondered the elder's word. Terenas was content that what he said had gotten through to her, and pulled out a thick, leather-bound book from his desk's top drawer, putting it with a heavy 'thub' in front of him.

"This is the Corpus Juris Civilis. It contains all the laws, statutes and codes of Lordaeron, old and new" he passed the pages with care, as some of them were centuries old, dating back to the few decades after the fall of the Arathorian Empire "Volume One, of course"

Varian needed to learn this things, and as much as Terenas had wanted to give her a childhood as free from the court's issues as possible, he couldn't keep her away from politics any longer. She was a Queen, regardless her age, and he'll make sure to prepare her to lead her kingdom once she gets it back.

"Of course, Stormwind laws are different, but until the copy of the Assizes of Thoradin III that I ordered gets here, I guess I could teach you about international and trading laws" he paused, resting his hand over an open page, and looked at the young girl, who seemed perplexed about everything he just said.

"That is, of course, assuming you're willing to give two hours a day, everyday, to learn" he had to ask, as he couldn't force her to learn if she didn't want to. She had to be willing to better herself, or she wouldn't be fit for her position.

Varian said nothing for a moment, looking at the yellowish pages of the huge tome with a bit of apprehension. Laws? Politics? She knew next to nothing about those thing, so far her strength had been her swordsmanship, and two hours spend studying law meant two hours less to polish her skills.

The decision came easier than she first thought. There was no real decision to be made, when she came right down to it, and looking up at Terenas, with a serious expression and determination clear in her eyes, said:

"Of course"

To be continued...


Wow! That's it? Yeah, I know, could have been better, but, oh well! Hope you had liked it thou, or at least not hated it so much. And I know I said little Jaina was going to appear, but she just wouldn't work herself into the chapter, but, next one I swear!

Lore Changes: Well, not much as 'lore change' as a 'lore appear' instead. Since the announcement of the upcoming Warcraft movie (upcoming as in still too damn down the road!), Blizzard finally gave Varian's mother a name, Taria. So I used her now-cannon name here and I will change the previous chapters accordingly.

And that's it, actually. I don't remember where it was said, but it was said that Varian learned politics and how to rule a kingdom from Terenas, and Terenas is an old fella and it's said that Wrynn men died young, so it's head-cannon, but still totally possible that he had met Varian's great-grandfather.

The 'Corpus Juris Civilis' is an actual book, one of the first law books known, it's title means 'Body of Civil Law'. And the 'Assizes of Thoradin III' is taking use of the word 'assizes' which was used to name several compilations of laws and codes during the middle-ages (such as the 'Assizes of Ariano' or the 'Assizes of Jerusalem')

The Arathorian Empire, or the Empire of Arathor, was the first great human nation, ruled by the Arathi bloodline. Its greatest king was Thoradin, who decided to aid the high-elf of Quel'Thalas during the Troll Wars, for which the elves agreed to teach magic to humans. In time, the empire fell and divided in the Kingdoms of Lordaeron, Dalaran, Guilneas, Alterac, Kul Tiras and Arathi, while the heirs of King Thoradin sailed south and founded the Kingdom of Stormwind. The last descendant of the Arathor was Anduin Lothar.

Now, it's not know when or why the Wrynns ended as the ruling family of Stormwing instead of the Arathi, but it seems logical to me that some of the kingdom's rulers would be named after such an important figure in human history, and maybe one of them decided to writhe a law book, why not? Is totally plausible.

So well, again, I'm sorry this took so long, a lot of s#&t happening irl. I had it finished for a while, but I've been playing a lot of HotS with my siblings lately and had the brilliant idea to re-play Starcraft I and it's expansion. I mean, I love playing as Zeratul, but I couldn't remember for the life of me what the heck he does in the game (keep in mind that I played SC1 back in 2000, two years after its release, when I was 7 years old). And once I'm done with that, I'm gonna play SC2, so...yeah, not gonna promise a fast update.

Oh, one last thing! I wroth this chap. in my phone and I'm doing this in a laptop with no functioning keyboard, so sorry if there's any mistake.

Hope you liked this chap, leave a review if you wanna say anything, have a great day and take care!

C'ya!