"You know, you're far more beautiful than any disgusting orc woman. Thrall was an idiot to leave you. And cruel as well. You bore him a daughter, you helped kill your father for his sake and you let him speak harshly to you and blame you for things and you merely turned around and helped him…You deserve better, my love. You should never have been saddened by it, you should be angry. How dare he? And how dare Varian treat you like a fool or a weakling who would just run to his arms. You're better than both of them. They should both pay." Sylvanas' red eyes narrowed as she gently held Jaina's head to her chest. The lovely mage had suffered a brutal nightmare, one that woke her screaming in the night and Sylvanas had been comforting her since. "If not for Thrall, your precious child would not have run away. You said she ran in a disagreement over her father, correct?"
"Well…yes…." Jaina nodded, biting her lip a bit as she considered Sylvanas' words. "Yes, Tari thought Thrall didn't care about her." Her blue eyes looked questioningly at the banshee queen, wondering what she was implying.
Sylvanas pulled Jaina into her lap so the blonde mage was facing away. She slowly caressed her lover's soft, warm breasts. "You are perfection, my darling. No one could ever find a more beautiful woman if they searched forever and I intend for you to stay beautiful. I will treat you the way you deserve, forget them. Expel them from your mind…or better yet, the world. They should rot."
"It….It did hurt when he left…" Jaina admitted, gripping her upper arms sadly. "I…I felt like I couldn't go on at first…My people saw me at my lowest point…my DAUGHTER saw me at my lowest point…Even my most trusted guard who has been like a son to me saw me at my lowest point. I never wanted to appear so weak before those who look to me to be strong…But…but it wasn't his fault….His people needed him with one of his own race…"
"That's ridiculous! You are beautiful, YOU are strong, YOU are worthy. It is Thrall who was unworthy of you and he needs to pay a price for not realizing that. You are not his whore, you do not exist only to give him pleasure when he desires something that's actually attractive on the side and he had a responsibility to your child. He shirked that responsibility and you must hold him accountable." Sylvanas hissed, roughly grabbing her lover by the chin, turning her head and kissing her fiercely to accentuate her point.
Jaina bit her lip, trying to calm the flood of emotion welling with in her. She was angry, she didn't want to admit it or show it, but she was angry. She was worth more than this. She was not a disposable toy; she was a living being and had feelings, feelings which should have been considered. But no, she couldn't be angry. That wasn't rational, it wasn't reasonable and it wouldn't change how things were. A mage controlled her emotions at all times; a mage did not have such outbursts. But the anger was there. He had treated her badly; he had treated her like garbage.
"You know, for someone who claims to disapprove of abuse towards women, Thrall forgets there are different kinds of it, my darling. To treat a woman the way he treated you, to make her feel so worthless, this is a feeling I know well, and it is abuse. Thrall is no better than Arthas or Varimathras. A calculating, selfish beast with no feeling for anyone but himself." Sylvanas continued.
"No…Thrall isn't like that…He…." Jaina thought back. How many times had Thrall blamed her or her people almost immediately for things that went wrong in Durotar? How often had he treated her like a dirty secret after they made love, forced her to teleport out or hide? How often had he relied upon her to rescue him or halt violence from the Alliance? "I…I could have been branded a traitor, I might have been beheaded…." She frowned bitterly, roughly wiping away a tear. "If Varian didn't like the way I look. That's all he ever cared about as far as I'm concerned. He claims to respect my mind, but really I'm just a dumb blonde whore with a nice body who looks like his dead wife. Neither of them REALLY ever cared for me…" She breathed deeply as more tears threatened to come forth. "And I would have been fine with that if they'd been upfront about it, if they hadn't pretended it was any different." She collapsed against The Dark Lady and began to sob, releasing likely years of pain and pent up emotion at how she'd been treated.
Sylvanas held her close. "It's alright, my darling, you have me now…and you have vengeance…that is all you need. Make them pay."
Jaina was horrified with herself deep down where she realized the influence these emotions were having on her, but outwardly, Sylvanas was making a lot of sense. "Y…Yes…They deserve to hurt like I do." She gasped. "I want them both to know what they've done to me!"
"Mmm….good girl." Sylvanas smirked. "Now come with me, I think this calls for a change in your appearance."
Jaina got up with her lover and followed her over to a small armoire in the corner. Inside was a beautiful black and deep violet battle robe. It would show more skin than Jaina's usual garb, however the protective spells and powerful magics Jaina could already sense on it made physical corporeal protection unnecessary.
Suddenly, Jaina found herself being undressed further by Sylvanas' calloused, cold hands and the mage felt compelled to reach up and kiss her while she did. Sylvanas smiled into the kiss and expertly began to help Jaina into the new set of robes, pulling away from the kiss and finishing off by placing a black metal tiara set with amethyst gems atop her beautiful head. Sylvanas guided Jaina over to the mirror and held her lovingly in front of it.
As Jaina looked in the mirror, she gasped. Her skin was white as falling snow and her eyes were a deep purple color now instead of their usual bright, innocent and lively blue. Her blonde hair was platinum rather than golden now and she noticed a slight point to her upper and lower canine teeth. "W…What is happening to me?" She asked.
"You're doing something for you, Jaina; you are realizing your own worth. You should be a queen, not merely a regent for that idiot in Stormwind to use as a pawn in Kalimdor. You are growing into something strong, something that won't put up with that treatment any longer." Sylvanas explained.
"I….I think I like it." Jaina's eyes narrowed and a cold smile crossed her face. Inside, her soul was screaming a warning and yet Sylvanas' pretty words spoke louder.
-Not far away, near Shadowfang Keep-
"Jaina is nearby, the spirits sense this." Thrall looked at Varian as he stood up. "But they've sensed a change in her. I fear something has happened."
"Then we have no time to lose, we have to rescue her!" Varian snapped, rushing headlong towards Silverpine forest. "We're nearly there!"
"Wait! If you rush in and get yourself killed, then you doom her. You need to take this slowly." Thrall called after him, following.
"You don't care about her! Why should I listen to you!" Varian snarled, not even turning back to look at Thrall. "You're a foul beast who used her for your own selfish pleasure and then found another disgusting animal of your own kind to please your baser senses. Jaina has feelings you never even bothered to think of and she deserves better than you. Your daughter deserves better than you as well."
Thrall bristled with rage at that. "I love Tari very much and I will NEVER get over any of the feelings I have for Jaina. And I'd say I'm a far better father than you will ever be, you don't even LISTEN to your son's pleas for reason and peace."
"Alright, scum, let's end this right now. I don't need you to help me save Jaina, I'm just fine alone." Varian shot back through clenched teeth.
"Then you are a fool, neither of us can infiltrate Undercity alone and the desire to save her is the only reason I am still putting up with your bile." Thrall growled, pushing past Varian and continuing along the forest path towards Undercity.
Shaking with rage and hatred, Varian followed Thrall, imagining gutting him right then and there but thinking better of it, knowing Jaina was in trouble, knowing she needed them now as they'd both so often needed her in the past. It was their turn to return the favor and save her from some horrific fate.
