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Dawn and dusk were the only times Varian and Val would have to properly see each other over the next week, and it was beginning to really grate the soon to be king. He woke the day before his coronation with his love beside him as he had every morning, laying on his chest and sound asleep, making him slightly jealous of how easy she could lose herself to her dreams when his had tormented him for seven nights straight.

His head was already pounding and it'd been barely ten minutes, so it only made him dread what the rest of the day would be like. "Val?" She barely stirred, making him slide out from under her as slowly and quietly as he could, bending so he could move her hair back and kiss her forehead as she whined, clearly noticing he had left their bed.

One of the ornate silk shirts Arthas had graciously ordered for him along with a closet full of new clothes (Val and Tiffin got the same treatment, naturally) was swiped from the chair it was draped over and put onto the disgruntled king as Varian left Val to her slumber, intent on moving things along since they had come to an infuriating standstill.

Reports had come in from the scouts Terenas had sent to Stormwind that it had been pillaged after and the few remaining survivors rounded up, tortured and Light knew what else, it was gut wrenching to Varian, who was itching to pick up Shalamayne (which had miraculously been found by Bolvar before he fled) storm the city with what little men he had and taking down every single Orc he came across when that just wasn't possible.

Val had signed the call to arms as soon as it had gone up, which only made his anxiety worse. They had talked at length about whether she was sure she wanted to do this and she had looked him in the eye and told him it was what she had decided. "I can't just sit here and smith in a warm building whilst my city is ravaged. I've already smithed for a war effort, now it's time I fight. Please, just let me help clear Stormwind then I'll come back."

What else could he possibly do except embrace her and tell her he supported her? His mind told him to lock the door to their chambers and throw away the key, but she wasn't his wife or his sister, he had no control over her life. He would worry, of course he would, but she had two months of intense training ahead of her, so she would be prepared to a certain extent. He was glad he had given her the few training sessions he had insisted upon back in Stormwind, she wasn't going in totally in the dark, but he would still worry.

The other leaders had already started arriving when he got to the war room, with Genn Greymane's booming voice making his spirits die where they were. "We cannot take the word of a boy as gospel Terenas! This, 'Horde' as he calls it are nothing more than a band of renegades that Stormwind wasn't prepared for, whereas Gilneas is!" Liam, his son, noticed Varian first and silently left his father's side, clapping arms with Varian."It's good to see you my friend. I can't imagine what horrors you've seen."

Varian appreciated the kind words and the unsubtle jab at his father as Varian inclined his head to Genn, who watched his every move as he walked to the map table, looked at how many markers there were for the Horde and grabbed four more. "The Horde is growing day by day. Whatever world the Orcs are coming from, it has soldiers at the ready to come through that portal and decimate us all. If you disbelieve anything I've told good Terenas Genn, I can personally escort you down to the ruins of my Kingdom."

Genn huffed, glaring briefly at his son. "I already know why we've been called here boy. You ask for aid, yet there is nothing you can contribute to the battle save untrained fighters and a few soldiers. It is alot to ask from a man that hasn't even been crowned yet." Terenas eyed Genn wearily. "By this time tomorrow all will be official and rightly attended. Varian will be King and will receive our aid as a fellow king."

Varian looked Genn in the eye, not really wanting to continue this conversation on at an unofficial capacity. "I'm not asking you to like me Genn, just understand the threat is to us all, not just Stormwind." Genn straightened, trying to intimidate with his age. "We shall see if the other rulers share your sentiments, boy. You are young, and are wet behind the ears when it comes to ruling properly. I have yet to decide whether I find you capable." Varian's face didn't move. "Then allow me to prove it to you." Genn didn't say a word back, merely bowed to Terenas and left the room, leaving an exasperated Liam in his wake.

Varian finally let his face relax and watched the redhead run a hand down his. "How in the living hells do you live with him every day?" Liam snorted with a grin. "I don't, that's my secret. I actually thank the Light that he's one of those parents that only sees their child at mealtimes." Terenas chuckled, clapping the shoulders of both younger men.

"I''ll allow you two to catch up. Liam, I take it you're staying for the duration?" Liam nodded, crossing his arms. "Aye, someone has to translate my father into actual Common, if that's alright of course?" Terenas didn't hesitate to nod. "Undoubtedly, I'll see that you have chambers made up." Liam grinned again, showing his teeth.

"If you could make them at the opposite end to my father's that would be lovely." Varian had to chuckle himself at Terenas' laugh as he left the room with a 'I'll see you two at supper', letting them finally breathe without their elders down their necks. "So, how have things been with you?" Liam looked surprised at the casual question as he picked up the coffee he'd been nursing for a while. "Well, pretty boring in all honesty."

Varian knew he had to tread lightly now lest Genn be listening, so he beckoned Liam to walk with him and leant in. "And your other…'endeavour'?" Liam clearly appreciated his vagueness and grimaced. "I haven't been able to see her this month. Everytime I go to leave father just appears out of damn nowhere."

He sighed, wrapping his thick wool coat around him more since a biting chill was still in the air when they got to the grounds. "But as far as I know she's fine. Tessy said she'll give it a go whilst we're away, so that's something at least." Varian fell into step with him, feeling the utmost sympathy. "Well I have to commend you on putting up with it this long." Liam stuffed his hands into his pockets to find his gloves. "It's just one of the many perks of being a royal, isn't it? Putting up with crap most people wouldn't." He knew it was a strange segue but said it anyway.

"I heard you and Val started speaking again." Varian spoke before he could realise how much he was revealing. "It's a little bit more than that by this point, but yes, we have." Liam's eyebrow rose as they wandered aimlessly, enjoying the freedom before the chaos that tomorrow would bring. "Despite the betrothal?" Varian nodded.

"We both made the decision to speak with Tiffin and all come to a consensus about the situation. I'm not sure how many people would believe me if I told them the woman I was marrying encourages my relationship with one I actually love, but we know what we're doing." His smile was small but said everything it needed to.

"We've been given our own chambers and I tell you, it's been bliss waking up to her every day." Liam's eyes said he knew exactly what he meant. "It's actually quite impressive how you managed to get her back on side." Varian rolled his eyes.

"It was a two year slog, I wouldn't exactly call that impressive. It was only because her brother knocked our heads together that we spoke at all." Liam nudged him, still smiling. "Worked out alright in the end though, didn't It?" Varian didn't hesitate to nod. "I truly thought at one point she'd realise what a house of madness I'm bringing her into, but so far she's handled it well."

Varian's brow furrowed. "I just wish she'd reconsider her decision to join the army." Liam's eyebrows both rose. "She's joined the army? I didn't see her as a soldier." Varian's jaw tightened.

"She's not, but she has her heart set on completing her training and going to clear Stormwind at the very least. What else can I tell her apart from that I'm proud?" Liam made an uncertain face. "And are you?" Varian looked slightly confused. "Am I what? Proud?" Liam nodded and Varian swallowed down whatever negativity he had on the subject as he took a minute to think about his answer. "Yes, of course I am. Will I worry? Oh yes, without a doubt. Will I beg her to come home the minute she tells me she so much as scraped her knee? Probably. But will I ever not be proud of how she's taking control of her life after we've lost everything and I'm wandering aimlessly? Not a chance." Liam started laughing, pulling his glove on once he found it.

"Alright, alright, I only asked if you're proud, I didn't ask for a sonnet." He ducked to avoid Varian's swat and the redhead folded his arms. "Light…you becoming King, Val joining the army, Arty ascending next month…everything's changing too quickly." Varian grimaced. "Far too quickly. It's been two weeks already since I lost my father and it merely feels like a day. Though I suppose everything has to move quickly right now."

Liam waved over to Arthas, who had clearly already finished his morning training since his hair was tied back and his face sheened with recently wiped sweat. "It'll all become routine soon enough, it always does. Once you're coronated tomorrow we can get on with getting you home." Varian made a noise of agreement. "Maybe that's what it is. Everything will hopefully fall into place once we get back to Stormwind and I can focus on my people and only my people." Arthas clapped arms with the both of them, frowning already.

"Have you actually looked at the guest list for tomorrow Varian? Hardly anyone we know is on there." Varian shrugged as if it were nothing. "To be honest, I couldn't care less about the party if I tried. The minute that crown touches my head, I'm starting plans of my own." Liam chewed his bottom lip. "That brings up something I've been meaning to ask. is there actually a crown to put on your head tomorrow? Or are we talking metaphorical?"

Varian sat down with the two of them at one of the tables, with Arthas sending his groom Kenn to get them all fresh drinks. "There is, Magni had his smiths whip one up. It'll look the same as my father's." Arthas was trying not to smile, Varian could tell.

"What are you planning Menethil?" The blonde shook his head. "No, I've been sworn to secrecy upon pain of death." Liam chuckled, intrigued just as much as Varian was. "Oh come now Arty, we'll protect you from whoever this death-bringer is." Arthas clenched his fist, closed his eyes and counted to ten. "Can we just make a pact now to never call me that again? I am sick to death of hearing it."

Liam snickered. "Never going to happen, Arty. Now spill, who was it and what are they planning?" Arthas argued with them for another minute or so before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine, fine! Val's made you something with some of the smiths she knows up here for your coronation! Now may it be on your conscience if she murders me."

Varian leant back, thanking Kenn for his coffee and taking a long sip with a furrowed brow. "'Made something'? What kind of something?" Arthas fervently shook his head. "No, I've told you enough, I like my head where it is thank you." Liam poured cups of tea for both he and Arthas from the pot that had been left, dropping a sugar cube into his. "It'll be strange, having your coronation in the Monastery instead of Stormwind Cathedral."

Varian made a noise of agreement. "If I had my way I wouldn't be coronated at all." He sighed, putting his mug down. "How can I expect the people to have faith in me when we don't even have a home?" Arthas gave him a sympathetic look. "Varian, your people will be behind you no matter where on Azeroth you call home. They've already shown their support by staying here." Varian wasn't convinced.

"I can't even guarantee we ever will go home, it's infuriating how little I can do for them right now." Liam pursed his lips. "Yes well, after tomorrow the ball will be rolling enough for you to do much more, won't it? Stormwind isn't lost Varian, it can be rebuilt to its former glory." Arthas nodded in agreement.

"This is your opportunity to build your peoples' faith in you. A clean slate, if you will. We know you can do it." Liam grinned. "And if you don't, we'll just kick you up the backside until you do!" Varian had to appreciate their optimism, even if he didn't share it. This would be a tiring, uphill battle, but one he was willing to fight despite the outcome, whatever that may be.

Val was surprisingly still asleep when he said his goodbyes to the two of them and headed back to his chambers, looking the picture of serenity as she buried her face in her pillow, opening one eye as if she sensed his presence. "I was starting to wonder whether I'd dreamed sharing a bed. Where have you been?"

The croaky tone to her voice told him she had only just woke up, so he said nothing, sitting by her legs and bending over, planting small kisses down her back, making a sleep heavy purr become the only noise in the room. "I was merely speaking with Arthas and Liam, that's all. Why, did you miss me?" Val chuckled, attempting to turn over but finding it not possible since he was holding her hips, continuing his kisses on her back and shoulders.

"Not at all, if anything I was enjoying having the bed to myself." He settled himself next to her, putting one arm over and pulling her back, kissing her cheeks this time. "Genn doesn't believe in me." Val snorted, linking their fingers as she wrapped her arm around his. "You expected any different? That man has such a large stick up his arse I'm surprised it doesn't come out of his mouth."

Varian had to admit, the one good thing about her short hair was whenever he held her like this now he didn't risk either swallowing half of it or suffocating, instead he could comfortably put his chin on her shoulder. "I know, but it makes me wonder what the other rulers think." Val was well aware that the day was getting on but made no attempt to move.

"And why does that matter? Varian, you have to do things the way you feel best concerning your kingdom, no one else's." He absent mindedly kissed her neck, staring into space. "I have to please them to a certain degree Val, especially because I'm asking for their help. We won't win their support in getting Stormwind back if they think I'm in over my head….or 'wet behind the ears'." Val groaned, turning around and kissing the hollow of his throat.

"Is that really what Greymane called you?" Varian propped himself up onto an elbow. "Aye, like I was a damn child who hasn't protected his people a million times." She scratched the bottom of his stubbled chin, laughing when he scrunched his face.

"I'm not your damn dog Val." That time a smirk spread across her slowly brightening face. "Oh really? Last night would prove that to be a lie." Varian clucked his tongue, looking away from her. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, Sweetheart." Val finally took the furs off so she didn't drift off again, sitting up and trying to tidy her tousled hair.

"You know you can take me like that more often if it takes your fancy." Varian got up to pass her robe to her, letting her dig into the pockets and pull out her cigar case. "I'll keep that in mind. I'll happily admit, it was nice to just fuck you for once instead of make love…does that make sense?" Val nodded, opening the window and leaning her back against the doorframe.

"Perfectly." She saw his look and beckoned him over once she'd cut and lit her cigar. "You're worried about tomorrow." She didn't have to question him on it, she knew it already. "Can you blame me?" She took his hand as he stood across from her."No, but I will do my best to reassure you." Varian watched the snow starting to fall outside.

"I didn't think I'd be king for years yet. It all just seems a little bit rushed, I was saying it to Liam earlier." Val looked sympathetic as she blew her smoke into the cold air."Things will calm down soon, it's just to stabilise everything that we're powering through the formalities." She gave him a smile. "I'm going down to Southshore in the next couple of hours, come with me." Varian sighed, letting go of her hand and folding his arms. "I can't, I'm needed here. I have-" She gave him the smile that told him he was up to something.

"Meetings? Because you haven't been having those for the past week." Resting her cigar in the goblet she'd re-labelled as an ashtray, she all but sidled toward him and ran her nails under his shirt, making his resolve crumble instantly, but he feigned control the best he could. "You're the prince for one more day, let me take the fall if anyone starts."

Varian screwed his eyes shut since one hand had 'inexplicably' fallen into his breeches, letting her know exactly how much he was enjoying her teasing. "Damn it woman, one day I'll say no to you…" She stood on her toes, letting him taste the ale they had been drinking the night before.

"So is that a yes?" Varian drummed his fingertips on her hip, opening his eyes and sighing loudly. "Not all day, I have things I need to attend to. But I will admit, a few hours respite does sound inviting." Val whooped like a child, pecking his cheek and running to their closet. "Good, because I already told Cil you were coming! Just let me get dressed." Varian's good mood dropped a few rungs. "Cillian? He's still here?" Val was rolling her eyes, he could tell.

"He wanted to make sure Thomas was serious about joining the crew….plus he's had a few more 'applicants' since we got here so he's had to load up again." Varian felt like teasing her as much as she just did him. "Then I've changed my mind, have fun without me." Her crushed look made him regret it instantly. "Seriously?! You're not coming to spend the day with me because Cillian's there?"

Varian cursed his stupid sense of humour since she looked like she was about to genuinely cry. "No Sweetheart, it was just a stupid jest." Val's jaw clenched and she threw the green hooded tunic she was planning on putting on down. "Well I can never tell with you, you've made it so clear in the past that you hate him, how was I meant to know!"

She huffed, dodging his kisses. "You're such a prick sometimes." Varian squished her cheeks together with a thumb and forefinger, kissing her despite the hilarious shape her lips were in. "Can we just both agree that I should never try and be funny? It always seems to backfire horrifically."

Val rubbed her cheeks once he let them go, laughing regardless. "No, since it's not true, you always make me laugh, it's just the jealousy thing I can't stand." Varian grumbled once she'd kissed his cheek and finished getting dressed, tossing his black velvet jerkin to him. "For the last time, I am not jealous of that damn pirate! It's just the way he brazenly flirts with you, it riles me up."

"Well don't let it! You know where my heart lies Varian, just be smug that it's with you and move on." Varian snorted, sweeping some oil in his hair. "Oh believe me, I intend to." He wanted to steer the subject enough not to mar her good mood, so leant against the wall next to the closet. "So Thomas is staying with him then?" Val shrugged, pulling her boot on.

"As far as I know. The boy's taken a real interest in the Rose, and Cillian's always had a soft spot for children." Varian's eyebrow rose even though she wasn't even looking at him. "Cillian Beaufort, the drinking, smoking, murderous gambler, has a soft spot for children?" Val's annoyed look made him chuckle as she came out.

"Yes, because he's a human regardless of what you bloody think of him Varian. He's decided to give the lad a home, you should be commending him for it, not making fun." Varian pulled her to him by the waist, kissing her deeply to sweeten her up and carrying on until his face was in the crook of her neck. "You can get all your frustration about him out later if that helps?" Varian groaned into her skin, nibbling her bottom lip. "It would yes. So, ready to go?"

Val opened the drawer of her bedside cabinet flipping a hearthstone that she had been given by Terenas, one that matched Varian's and gave them the means to go to his people when they needed to. "Tiffin?" Val shook her head. "Not today, she's at the seamstresses all day." Once Varian got his, they kissed each other for good luck even though they didn't need it, but Varian had never fully trusted magic, so it eased his fears somewhat.

But that didn't mean neither of them felt a little nauseous when they appeared in Southshore to a village that all things considered was known to be quiet, but was now the exact opposite with a loud hum of activity greeting the two of them. "King Varian!" Varian had hoped to not be recognised so quickly but should've really known better as he was met with bows and well wishes no matter how many times he told them to rise.

Once the formalities were over however people carried on as they were, much to his inner relief. He noticed that the camp the people of Stormwind were being housed in for now wasn't as full as he remembered, making him thank human decency since it meant some had been taken in by others or felt confident enough to roam themselves.

Marcus Redpath came to meet him, shaking his hand and kissing Val's despite her lack of title, but out of respect since he and many others knew that she was the King's true lady, which pleased Varian greatly as much as it made Val blush. "How goes everything here Marcus? I hope my people aren't causing too much trouble?" The older man laughed, beckoning them to walk with him.

"Well, I would be lying if I told you there weren't a few scraps every now and then, but I put that down to the stress of the situation. All in all, I feel the people of Stormwind have adapted rather well." Varian put his hands behind his back, letting Val run over to a waiting Cillian since he didn't want to bore her with royal affairs after promising to take a day off from them.

"Good. Please don't hesitate to contact me if you feel someone is outstaying their welcome. I regret that I can't be here more." Marcus waved a hand of dismissal. "I don't need to tell you that a significant number of Stormwind folk have already left. It seems alot of them already have ties to Lordaeron." Varian nodded as they stopped, watching the crowds.

"We've also received word that the army will be deploying soon to clear the city?" Again, Varian nodded. "Aye, they start training tomorrow, and we're hoping to have them leave in about two months. If all goes well Stormwind should be ours again by the end of the year." Marcus' brow furrowed. "And what then?" Varian didn't really know how to answer him, but did his best regardless.

"I've managed to get back in contact with the group of workers I had build Nethergarde, and their 'leader' has agreed to come here and work with our architects to start the rebuild as soon as the city is fortified." Marcus looked impressed. "So everything is progressing quite nicely then?" Varian clenched his jaw. "Not as quickly as I would like, but the quickest the situation allows, yes. Again, I thank you for your generosity Marshal. My people and I are forever in your debt." Marcus shook his head.

"No, there's no debt to be had when it comes to human decency Your Majesty." He chuckled. "Though I wouldn't say no to a bottle of Stormwind ale once the rebuild is done. It's better than the swill they make up here." Varian knew he'd neglected Val enough this past week, so patted Marcus' shoulder and excused himself, which was met with no arguments.

Val had already gone up onto the Rose, greeting the crew like they were her old friends, which now she thought about it, they were. The whole crew wasn't here, some had stayed behind in Bloodstone when Cillian had travelled to Stormwind under the impression that it would only be a quick trip, and where it had obviously taken alot longer, Val had started to feel a little guilty. "I can't believe you're still here Cil. I would've thought you'd be miles away by now."Cillian put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple.

"I couldn't leave you lass, not until I've seen you off at least." Jacoby snorted as he passed them, actually doing his job as ship cook for once. "He's not here just for you either lass." Val's eyebrow rose. "Oh? Found someone you like?" Cillian rolled his eyes, steering her towards the makeshift training dummy Medo had graciously made her when she'd told them she'd signed up for the army.

"No, despite what these idiots will tell you, I haven't found anyone. I'm happy on my own thanks." Val turned on the spot, noticing someone missing. "Where's Thomas?" Orazio pointed to the large group of children by the city fountain. "Playing lass, which we're glad to see." Val took her gun from him and inwardly gushed at just having the weapon in her possession.

"I was going to wait until your birthday, but if you're going to battle, you better have it now." She hadn't argued, she was much more interested in learning to shoot properly. Her father had a gun that used to sit under the counter of the shop, and no matter how many times he told her never to touch it she always found herself running her finger over the barrel, but only for the five seconds she had the chance before Lokir would catch her.

So to have her own finally was a treat she would happily admit that she was loving. The butt had small roses carved into the varnished walnut, melding into the solid silver of the four barrels, which all carried on the rose motif (She knew it was deliberate that Cillian chose that particular flower when he knew she loved all plant life).

It had her childhood nickname of 'Little Bird' engraved on one of the barrels to make sure the weapon couldn't be stolen and passed off as someone else's, and that's what she'd decided to call the gun itself after Cillian told her it was a tradition of sorts to dub it something. "Someone's eager."

Val was already loading the powder in, opening a small leather patch on her belt and dropping in a ball bullet, pushing it down with the small metal rod she slid back into the same pouch she held her lock-picks in (another present from Cillian that Varian highly disapproved of).

"I haven't got long before my training, I want them to see that I'm not a complete novice with everything." Cillian could see Varian's dirty look when the King came up the gangplank to find him standing behind Val making sure her arm was in the right position.

"Another shooting lesson?" Val nodded, trying to hide her excitement. "I'm getting really good at it!" Cillian chuckled, stepping back before Varian ripped his head off. "Right, so tell me Lass; why do we hold the gun away from us?" Val snorted, knowing it was a ridiculously easy question. "To avoid recoil." Cillian nodded in approval. "Fine then, present."

Val was glad Varian was finally here to watch her, since it would hopefully quell his fear about her having no knowledge of how to defend herself whatsoever. Orazio passed the King an ale and leant next to him, knowing the look Varian was giving his love.

"Growing up too fast, ain't she?" Varian chuckled, putting his tankard on a nearby barrel. "Too damn fast. It feels like yesterday that we were children pretending to be soldiers." Orazio ran his hand down his mutton chops.

"I remember you as a bright eyed boy as well, it's not just Val who's changed beyond belief." Varian's face hardened. "I can't remember those times; even though it was merely a few weeks ago that I was running around Elwynn and Brightwood doing whatever I wanted, it feels like a lifetime." Orazio still had that sunny outlook he was known for on his face.

"Ah, I'm sure that boy's still in there somewhere. Once all this mess is over you can breathe a bit can't ya." Varian certainly hoped so. He watched the woman who had been merely a girl when they had met fire a gun that she should never have had to wield; she was a crafter, not a destroyer, and Varian felt like he had a part in her decision to change from smith to soldier.

"You don't think she's doing all of this to impress me, do you?" Orazio's sharp laugh threatened to make Varian smile himself. The old man had always fascinated him; he was a criminal, wanted in Light knew how many cities, had no family save the crew and no gold to his name that he didn't share with everyone else, but he was always deliriously happy, like nothing could ever make him miserable.

Varian would kill to have that outlook on life, and made it his personal goal to achieve that same happiness as he stood there watching him guffaw without a care in the world. "No lad, I don't, as much as it bruises your ego. Val has always done things her way, and only if she wants to. Come on, you should know that by now."

Varian did, he just needed someone else to convince him that he wasn't lying to himself. "I do, it's just a thought that sits in the back of my mind every now and then." The look of glee on Val's face made him relax more, and soon he found himself laughing with her as she practised. "So who's this woman you're after Cil?"

The pirate grumbled, opening the barrel next to him and getting an apple out. "There is no woman." Varian however was the one who snorted. "I know who it is." Val swivelled to face him despite Cillian's protests. "You do?! How the fuck do you know?" Varian looked more mischievous than she'd seen him in a long while. "Because I do." Val was clearly getting irritated. "Do I know them?" Cillian's pained groan only egged Varian on more. "Lass, there is no woman! How many more fucking times do I have to say it?!"

Val put her hands on her hips. "So it's a bloke?!" The colour drained from Cillian's tanned face as Varian started laughing harder. "NO! Not that there's anything wrong with that, but no! Will you just bugger off!" Varian bent down as he passed Val to get to the ale bottle. "It's Tiffin." His whisper made her gasp loud enough for Cillian to want to shoot himself there and then.

"You sly dog! When did this happen?!" Cillian had never gone red before, and Varian would be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn't basking in making him squirm. He knew they'd only shared a few drinks and maybe one kiss, so it couldn't be counted as courting per se.

But, he also knew that Cillian wanted Val, so he couldn't resist wiping the smirk from his smug face. He didn't know what it was about the pirate since there were probably a number of men who had fancied her at any point in their lives; she was gorgeous (to him at least, she would always deny it), funny, hard working, self-sufficient, it made sense.

But he had never loathed any 'suitor' more than Cillian. Actually, that was a strong word, it was more of a dislike, and he knew it was ridiculous, he was just being a jealous baby, he realised this very early on, but he couldn't help but become possessive whenever the Stranglethornian went near her. He didn't distrust the both of them or thought that they'd stray together, but he was still a threat in Varian's eyes.

Thankfully Thomas saved Cillian from any further humiliation by running up the gangplank and grabbing a cup of water, downing it quickly and beginning to run off again had it not been for Cillian grabbing the back of his shirt. "Oi, where are your manners lad! At least say hello!"

Thomas looked genuinely confused until he noticed Varian and Val. He quickly bowed to Varian, sweeping his hair back. "Hello Your Majesty, hello Miss Val." Varian grimaced. "Just Varian will do lad, there's no need for 'Your Majesty'." Thomas apparently didn't notice the distaste Varian had in his voice.

"If you're sure? We've always been told you get your head lopped off if you disrespect a King." Cillian pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation, but Varian actually found it quite amusing. "Oh really? And who told you that?" Thomas wasn't one to be coy, he had showed Varian that in the past week. He hated admitting it but the crew of the Rose really did seem the best 'family' for the headstrong, outspoken boy. He was clearly street wise, and itching to travel, so really, he had his prayers answered in the form of the captain.

He gave Varian a lop sided grin. "That was matron, and she didn't like me anyway." Val finished cleaning Little Bird and looked up. "Why, what did you do?" Thomas rocked on his heels. "Everything I could to annoy her." Varian knew he was encouraging the wrong behaviour by laughing, but the confidence that the five year old was giving off made it impossible not to.

"Well, you know that shits not going to fly here lad, you do as you're told or I leave you on the nearest landmass I can find." Thomas gave him a smaller smile. "Yes, Da." Cillian started, making Val realize that was probably the first time his new charge had called him that. "What did you just say lad?" Thomas' little eyebrows rose.

"What, too soon? You did adopt me, I only thought it right." Val looked impressed, letting Varian put his arm around her shoulders. "Lad's got a point Cil. You did technically adopt him." Cillian's face softened and he put a hand on his knee. "I know that, it's just strange to hear someone calling me that, that's all."

He extended an arm and Thomas hesitantly moved into it, warming Val's heart as she noticed Varian's grip get tighter. "Are you sure you want me to be your Da, lad? Last chance to change your mind." Thomas hugged the pirate, feeling a bejewelled hand pat his back and telling him all he needed to. "Then welcome to the crew mate."

Varian and Val spent far too long in Southshore, and Varian found himself already ten minutes late for his final rehearsal for tomorrow, so after pecking Val's cheek at the stables once they got back to the capital he thundered away, not seeing her wave at his back. Val wasn't disappointed though, she had plans of her own that she was late for, so she went at a gentle jog through to the palace, waving at Calia and Arthas. "Your guests are upstairs. It looks really good Val, he's going to love it." Val grinned, running on the spot since she wanted to get as much 'training' in as possible.

"I bloody hope so, I worked hard enough on it. I promise I'll pay you back soon Arthas." He waved a hand of dismissal, putting his hands in his pockets. "Don't worry about it, he needed it, and you were the best one to make it. Are you joining us for dinner?" Val nodded. "Varian and I will be there!" She went to her chambers, kissing Tiffin's cheek as she got up to greet her.

"Sorry I'm late, Varian and I got caught up in a game of 'escape the bear king' with Poppy." Tiffin laughed, letting Val embrace Chantelle and Ruth, who eagerly bounded over and patted her back, clearly as giddy as she was. "And who did Varian play?" Val knew Tiffin was jesting and accepted the wine she handed her. "I didn't take Pri- King Varian as the type of man to play with children." Val's smile was so genuine Tiffin couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

"Contrary to belief, Varian is smitten with every child he meets. He's always wanted plenty of his own." She gave Tiffin a teasing grin. "Sorry about that." Tiffin snorted hard enough to make her wine bubble, making Val laugh herself. "So, is it ready?" Chantelle patted the sheet covered mannequin that stood in the middle of the room, looking rightfully smug. "Aye, and I tell you Val, it's a bloody marvel to look at." Ruth huffed, helping herself to the biscuits Nan had put out.

"I still say you made the pauldrons too damn big." Val folded her arms and shook her head, disagreeing entirely. "Varian's a big bloke, he can handle it. It'd look too comical if they were smaller." Tiffin crossed one leg over the other. "I'm sure he'll love it either way. Is he at his rehearsal?" Val nodded this time, taking her boots off with the intent of at least washing if she couldn't have a bath.

"He should be back for dinner but I make no promises. I think he's been putting it all off as much as he can." Ruth moved her thick ponytail so it hung over her shoulder. "Can you blame him? Standing in front of all those people, sod that with a stick." Tiffin made a noise of agreement. "From what I've seen, Varian abhors crowds, especially when he feels they're suffocating him."

Val splashed her face, scrubbing it with both hands. "He'll be fine, it's a ceremony, not an execution." Chantelle chuckled, still not quite believing she was in chambers casually having wine and food with a queen-to-be. "It's the party afterwards you have to be worried about. Are you going Val?" Val made a face, so Tiffin answered before she could inevitably protest.

"Yes, she is. Her dress came this morning." Ruth, the arguably more feminine out of the two of them, finished polishing a spot on Varian's gift that she found. "Let's see it then!" Val groaned, not having the energy for this. "Do I really have to?" Tiffin tittered again. "What, come to the party? Or show them the dress?" Val didn't hesitate to shout "both!" earning a chiding look from the blonde. "Val, Varian will want to see you there. Tomorrow will be hard enough for him, we don't want to add your absence to the mix." Val was already in the closet finding the damn thing when Tiffin started to berate her.

"Fine, but if anyone says one damn word to me…" Tiffin grimaced, pouring fresh tea into her cup. "Forgive me for being blunt Val, but I doubt they will." She brightened, swivelling in her seat. "Bring Cillian! He always makes you a bit chirpier." Val started snickering and the twins were eager to know why. "What's tickled you all of a sudden?" Val poked her head out, hanging on to the doorframe.

"Are you sure you want me to bring Cillian for my benefit, dearest Tiffin?" Tiffin clearly knew what she meant since she stiffened, trying to hide her smile. "Of course, why else would I suggest it? He can bring little Thomas, it's time I met him." Val's eyebrow rose. "Tiffin, Varian told me." Tiffin was going red, everyone could see it.

"Told you what? I don't understand what you're on about Valerica." Val came out with her dress in both hands, flinging it on the bed. "Oh Tiffin Ellerian, don't lie to me! How long have you and Cil been 'courting'?" Ruth had to laugh at how Nan looked incredulous at her mistress, as if she couldn't believe such a thing to be true. "We are most certainly not courting! It was merely a kiss, nothing more."

Val finally knew how much fun her brother must have had teasing her about Varian for all these years; this was hilarious to her, and Tiffin knew it. "Oh hush you! Nothing will come of it, it was merely a moment of madness!" Val bent over her chair, looking like a child that had managed to get all the sweeties on Hallow's End. "Was he a good kisser? It must've stunk of rum and cigars!"

Tiffin couldn't stop her mouth before it opened. "Actually he smelled quite nice, that sea salt oil of his is lovely…" She flushed brighter as even Nan failed to resist a chuckle, with Val practically bouncing in glee. "Do you think it will go any further?" Tiffin shook her head. "No, I regret to say. I'm not as strong as Varian and Val are; once we're married I don't want to do anything that will cause scandal."

Val huffed, undoing the package that held the umpteenth gown she'd had to wear in the past few months. It was a midnight blue off the shoulder, made of silk that she really didn't feel worthy of wearing. "And yet you're sitting in here with a woman who to everyone else is your husband's mistress."

Tiffin pursed her lips, clearly not happy with the retort. "Yes well, to those who matter, you're anything but. The only thing that annoys me about the whole thing is that everyone pities me for it." Ruth crossed her legs as she sat on the floor, holding her knees."So why didn't you and Varian just break the betrothal off when you got to Lordaeron?"

Tiffin put an elbow on the arm of her chair. "Because Varian rightly pointed out that if we undid everything Llane put in place within two seconds of Varian being King, then everyone would lose faith in us immediately. Our people don't need change right now, they need stability."

She sank deeper into her chair. "Whether we like how they achieve that stability doesn't matter. We have a duty, and it comes before anything else." Chantelle wrinkled her small nose. "You're more patient than I am then, I would've dissolved it instantly." Ruth playfully tugged her sister's hair as she went past, running a thumb over the scars on the back of Val's neck.

"How are these feeling now?" Val shrugged, not really that comfortable with someone who wasn't Varian (who was probably the only person in Azeroth that she trusted completely nowadays) touching the ridges and folds, but swallowed her discomfort down. "Not that bad, when I pull too much it aches but I don't notice it half the time."

Tiffin looked round at her, frowning sympathetically. "Varian feels so guilty over what happened to you…" Val hardened her face. "That doesn't shock me in the slightest, but there was nothing he could've done, so next time he mentions it, tell him to stop." Tiffin gave her a small smile. "Oh come now, you know that's like telling the rain to stop falling and expecting it to listen." Chantelle stretched her legs in front of her. "I always saw King Varian as a protective sort…" Val rolled her eyes, sitting by Tiffin's feet. "That is the understatement of the damn millennia." She smiled fondly, nostalgia glazing her eyes. "I remember I was sick when we were little, it was just stomach flu but Varian wouldn't leave my side."

She chuckled. "He actually bit Bolvar when he tried to take him home." Tiffin laughed along with her, taking one of the little cakes on the tray next to her. "Why does that not shock me in the slightest?"

She looked strangely disappointed. "I wish I could've seen him with the children today, I bet it was delightful to watch." Val threw a pear to Chantelle, putting the back of her head on Tiffin's chair. "It was, I won't lie. He becomes a completely different person when he's with children, it's like all his worries just disappear, it's so refreshing to see."

She snorted."Though I'll admit, he makes a great bear king." Ruth spoke before she thought once again, flopping next to her sister. "Val, can I ask you some inappropriate questions about King Varian?" Tiffin was expecting Val to say no, so couldn't help her look of surprise when she nodded."Go for it, I've nothing to hide. As long as it doesn't leave this room." Ruth clucked her tongue. "…on the subject of bears, how hairy is he?" Val's nose wrinkled and even Tiffin laughed since she knew the answer she was about to give the dark haired woman.

"Really hairy. From about the age of fifteen he just turned into this man ape, it was quite surreal really." Chantelle had initially disapproved of the subject but now she was drawn in as well. "Where is he the hairiest?" Val wrinkled her nose as she thought about it."Either his legs or his chest…I can't decide which ones hairier." She gave them both a look.

"Satisfied now?" Ruth scoffed, taking her wine down from the table. "Fuck no. I'm just getting started." Val looked up at Tiffin. "Are you alright with this?" Tiffin's eyebrow cocked. "Why wouldn't I be? I have no feelings for Varian, you know this." Val shrugged, turning to Nan. "Can you go and get some more wine Nan? We might be here a while."

By the time the twins had gone home and Tiffin left to get ready for dinner, Val was more than sure she had told them far too much, but in all honesty, she was just glad to have people to talk to that didn't look down on her or disapprove of hers and Varian's relationship, it made life ten times easier.

She was sitting on the bed with the latest book she had pilfered from the royal library, a first hand account of the War of the Ancients, sipping the hot chocolate Wyll had graciously brought up for her. He had gotten over his recent bout of illness (smoke inhalation was a nasty business, she had found that out herself over the past week or so) and returned to his duty, thoroughly pleased to see Varian and Val together, but lamenting that Bessie couldn't see it.

Tonight there was to be a memorial service at the monastery since Varian deemed a week sufficient time to give those who had been 'missing' in order for them to send word to their loved ones, and though it meant the harsh reality of most of the people on the list attached to the city notice board not coming back, he felt some sort of recognition was needed.

Val wasn't looking forward to it at all; the last funeral she had gone to was her father's, and even though she had practically sleepwalked through it, she remembered the stifling feeling of loss in the room and absolutely hating it, and wasn't too keen on feeling that again. Varian had told her that she didn't need to go if she didn't want to, but she knew she'd feel worse if she didn't, so she was getting as much relaxation in as she could before the slog.

"Please tell me you didn't drink all the ale." She had to laugh at Varian's 'greeting', turning over and keeping a grip on her book to keep her place. "I got Kenn to find some of Terenas' brandy for you." Varian bent and kissed her, keeping his forehead there. "What did I do to deserve a woman like you?" Val chuckled, pointing him in the direction of the spirit and finding where she was again.

"Well, if I knew it'd only take a bottle of brandy to win your affections I would have done it years ago. How was it?" Varian put a finger up as he emptied his glass, smacking his lips together afterwards. "As boring a slog as I predicted it to be. I'll be glad when it's all over." He eyed the sheet seemingly standing upright in the middle of the room and pointed to it with a raised eyebrow. "What's that?" She saw no reason not to tell him yet, so she got up and kissed him again first.

"Well, I thought you could wear something a bit more…you tomorrow. So I've been scheming with the Burbridge twins, remember them?" Varian racked his brains for a good few seconds. "Black hair, mouthy, like beer?" She nodded with a grin. "That's them." She lifted the bottom of the sheet so she could sweep it off.

"We've been working on this for the past week or so, I hope you like it." Varian was thoroughly intrigued, folding his arms and watching intently as she pulled the sheet away and showed him what she had been dying to all day. To say he was flabbergasted would be an understatement as he stared in disbelief, letting his arms drop lamely.

On the stand sat a brand new, gleaming set of armour, which he had already suspected was the big 'surprise' Arthas had been talking about, but it hadn't prepared him for just how damn gorgeous it was. The cuirass was polished enough to see his face as he went towards it and ran his fingers over as lightly as he could so he didn't smear it.

Two pauldrons sat next to it, one with a eagle head, one with a lion's, it should've looked flashy or ridiculous, and maybe it was because he loved the woman who had made it so much but he thought they were fantastic. Two heavy greaves with lion's head cuffs and gauntlets made of smooth leather covered in solid plate completed the set along with a thick cotton blue tasset and mail shirt, all finished with a red velvet wolf fur trimmed cloak.

"Obviously I didn't make that, that was Tiffin's expertise, but I designed everything and did the cuirass and pauldrons." She shuffled her feet, looking at her bare instep. "…do you like it?" He slowly turned, but his face was annoyingly unreadable, so she couldn't decide how he actually felt about her present. His long legs allowed him to cross over to her in only two strides, lift her and kiss her deep enough to take her breath away. He put her down once he was done, cupping her cheeks and smiling dreamily. "I…Sweetheart, I don't know what to say…it's amazing…"

Val put her hands on his, not being able to help looking smug. "So you'll wear it tomorrow?" Varian ruffled her hair, putting his arm around her waist and squeezing her. "Of course I will, and whenever I get the damn chance. Honestly Val, this is not what I was expecting at all but I love it." He kissed her temple, leaving his lips there. "Your talents are wasted woman, I swear." Val shrugged, not quite agreeing. "I wouldn't go that far Varian, they're mediocre at best."

Varian looked down at her with his brow furrowed. "Can you just take the damn compliment?!" Val ducked out of his grasp, trying not to bounce over to his new armour. "Not when it's a lie Varian." Before he could even begin to argue she tapped the cuirass. "Want to try it on?" Varian felt like a child that had just received a puppy for Winter Veil.

"We really should be getting ready for dinner…" He smirked despite his musings. "Fuck it, let's see if it fits." Val gave him a dirty look as she lifted the first pauldron off and handed it to him to put on the bed. "Excuse me, I know your size well enough by now to make sure it will fit."

Once he had it on, Val had to admit that the three women had done a damn good job with the suit, and it fit pretty well considering she had been lying through her teeth when she'd told him she knew his size, it had been a complete guess. Varian shifted the pauldrons, which were surprisingly light considering their size, straightening his back and looking himself up and down.

"You wanted the people to realize that you're a soldier as well as their king. Well, this is one step towards doing that." Varian looked down at her, encasing her small hands in his plated ones. "Thank you for not trying to change my mind on that Sweetheart. It soothes my mind to know at least one person believes I can be both." Val patted his arm, realizing how much older he looked since Stormwind's fall. "Tomorrow you become the King, but to me you'll always be the man Varian. Never forget that."