Trandya and Lothar meet up with Khadgar and Lothar places the dagger on the desk, he then moves away. Khadgar looks at him, then down at the dagger as he took a hold of it, "It's Garona's dagger." he states, Trandya lays leans against the bed post, pulling her legs to her chest and wraps them tightly with her arms.
Lothar sat down as well, "I pulled that from Llane's neck." Lothar informs him. Khadgar then looks at him, "Well there has to be an explanation." he states, refusing to believe Garona would just kill Llane. "Yes. She made her choice." Lothar tells him. Khadgar shook his head, "I don't believe that." he states. Lothar shook his head, "Maybe you and I didn't know as well as we thought we did." he tells her, then Khadgar then looks at Trandya, "You were there, can you tell us what happen?" he asks her, Lothar looks at her as well, Trandya said nothing, didn't even look at them, she just pulls her legs in tighter and buries her face into her arms.
Lothar knew that she didn't want to talk, then places his hand on her leg, "You don't have to talk…" he starts, but she shook her head and lifts it from her arms. "No… it's just as you said. She made her choice and I made mine, there was nothing left for me in the Horde. I have lost my mother, father, my brother and my clan, and now I'm all alone." she tells them, then added in a sad smile and leans back and stares at the wall, Lothar nods his head and pulls out the choker.
"You may have left the Horde…" he starts, making her look at him. "But I know that you are and always will be Frostwolf." he tells her, fastening the choker around her neck. She smiles at him, then lowers her legs down, wrapping her arms around his neck, laying her head against his shoulder. "And you have me and Khadgar, you're not alone." he whispers to her and Khadgar joins in the hug as well, making Trandya laugh.
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Then everyone was gathered at the funeral, "There is no greater blessing the city can have then a king who would sacrifice himself for his people." Taria tells everyone, Trandya stood next to Khadgar and Silverfang was next to her as the honor the fallen king. Lothar looks over at then and they hung their heads.
"But such a sacrifice must be earn. We must deserve it, if we only show our unity to mourn a good man's death." she went on, "Did you have to bring the wolf?" Khadgar whispers to her, she then steps on his foot, making him hold in a groan. "Show some respect and stay silent." she whispers back. "Was king Llane wrong to believe in you?" she asks of them. "What about the girl with the wolf?" one shouts out and everyone looks at Trandya, "Whats to stop her from betraying us?" another asks, and everyone agreed. Khadgar went to defend her, but she place her hand on his chest, stopping him and she steps forward, next to Taria. "May I?" she asks her, Taria smiles and nods her head.
Trandya then looks at the people, "It is no lie, nor will be kept hidden from you." she shouts out to the people. "Yes I was once of the Horde. I came to your world to escape my dying homeworld. But as I stayed here, my family and clan was rip away from me as the good man that was your king was rip away from you." she calls out to them, Lothar felt his heart swell for her. "But he believe in me even though he barley knew me, and that made believe in him as well. And I here swear, never again will the Horde take rip away something precious of yours! For they will fall before me!" she shouts out and the people cheered for her. Then started to chant Lothar's name. Trandya then turns around, talking the king's sword, then walks over to Lothar.
He looks at her as she offer it to him, "They need you… now more then ever." she tells him, he then takes the sword as Khadgar and Silverfang step over to the children. Lothar pulled Trandya along with him as they stood next to Taria, he then smiles at his sister and then looks at Trandya, she smiles at him, then grips the handle on top of his hand and they both thrust the sword into the air, "For Azoroth! For Azoroth and the Alliance!" they both shout out and the people shouted it as well. Lothar lowers the sword and turns to Trandya and looks at him as well. He then wraps arm around her waist and press his lips to hers in a kiss. Taria giggles, pressing her fingers to her lips, Khadgar chuckles, the children gag at them, Silverfang groans, covering his eyes, but the people cheered for them, he then pulls back and looks at her. "I love you, Trandya." he whispers to her, making her smile "And I love you, Anduin Lothar." she whispers back, he chuckles and presses his lips back to hers and she welcomes it.
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The basket with Thrall continuously drifted down the river, pass the mountains, and the current. -You will travel far, my little Gur'kal. My world maybe lost, but this is your world now. Take what you need from it, make a home for the orcs and let no one stand in your way.- the basket came to a stop as it reaches sallow waters and sat close to the bank.
"My lord! You should see this!" a servant calls out, walking up to the basket, keeping it him Thrall out of the river. -You are the son of Durotan and Draka, an unbroken like of chieftains. You have an older sister that will watch you from afar and our people need a leader now… more then ever.- Thrall looks at the man and growls at him.
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