His Weakness

"Sometimes, I think he forgets I'm the Warchief."

Athrodar grinned as he and Sylvanas walked off their ship and onto the Isle of Quel'danas. "I think he would prefer you over anyone else right now, especially if the report is accurate."

"If the report is accurate, I will want to know why the Prophet is coming to us now." Sylvanas looked back at the Sin'dorei ship sailing away. "It does leave a lot of curiosity about his plan."

"Survivability." Athrodar said, looking over to the entrance of the Sunwell and the group of guards coming their way. "I would probably do the same."

"It's not like we'd attack the Exodar. It's too far away and they can keep that island." Sylvanas began to walk towards the approaching guards, Athrodar following closely as she made her way passed the guards and towards the Sunwell without them.

"But you'll still accept their surrender to the Horde if he has come here to do just that." Athrodar said, watching her smile.

"They would make a good ally, just because of their location to Darnassus, knowledge and potential resources." Sylvanas led Athrodar through the halls of the Sunwell, eyeing the many guards placed around its corridors. "Doesn't much feel like a home coming, does it?"

Athrodar shrugged his shoulders. "I couldn't say, I don't remember this place."

"That's right... You don't remember this past." Sylvanas slowed down until she was walking next to him, staying close by. "Well, then don't touch anything you're uncertain of. Especially the Sunwell itself."

"Wasn't counting on it." He muttered, walking through the gardens of Sunwell. "Hard to believe the Legion were here."

"Clearly you done a good job with cleanup." She said, praising his efforts in the past, though seeing his face she knew he didn't remember that past either. "Don't worry about it, the past is the past."

The two of them continued to be escorted down to the Sunwell where both Lor'Themar and Prophet Velen were supposedly waiting. "What do we do if he offers a ceasefire?"

"We hear his offer. If there isn't anything we want, then the offer is pushed aside." They walked across a long wall, reaching a new building that seemed to be reconstructed. "This is where Arthas marched his Scourge." She muttered, looking out a nearby window and at the Dead Scar.

"Oh yeah, great to be back..." Athrodar said, looking away from the scar.

Once they reached the inner sanctum of the Sunwell, Athrodar covered his eyes due to the bright light emanating from the Sunwell, feeling a slight burn on his face. Sylvanas looked back at him when he wasn't by her side and saw him flinch at the light. "Are you alright?"

Athrodar looked at her the best he could, covering most of his face with his hood. "I'm going to wait outside. I didn't realise the light was so strong in here."

Sylvanas watched him back out the inner sanctum, following him and spinning him around to face her when they were outside. "We could have the meeting out here." She placed a hand on his face and saw a burn mark next to her thumb. "I didn't realise you were so sensitive to the light."

Athrodar hissed when she lightly touched the burn, pulling away from her hand. "I'm hardly in favour with the light. Why do you think I enjoy the dark so much?"

Sylvanas looked around their immediate surroundings, locking eyes with a guard who watched them curiously. "Tell the Regent Lord where we are and to come to us. We're not stepping another foot inside there, not if it hurts him like it does."

Athrodar watched the guard enter the inner sanctum, taking hold of Sylvanas' hand whilst they were alone. "You don't have to stay here." He whispered to her.

"No, but I will." She looked back at him, smiling warmly at her consort. "We are the two most powerful people in the Horde who keep each other safe when one of us is hurt." She kissed him lightly. "Now you are hurt and I am here for you."

Athrodar chuckled lightly, pressing his forehead against hers. "I'm hardly hurt. It's a light burn, that's all."

"That, and you were shot." Sylvanas narrowed her eyes at him. "Or did you think that I simply forgot that Genn shot you?"

"Honestly, I was hoping you did forget." He laughed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck as Sylvanas began to glare at him. "It was nothing, honestly. A flesh wound at most."

"It went through you." She pressed her finger on the wound he hadn't fully healed, making him wince at the mild pain. "That wasn't a flesh wound."

Athrodar pushed his wound against her finger harder, grinning when she raised an eyebrow at his self infliction of pain. "Maybe not, but it does make me think of something we can do later."

Sylvanas raised her other eyebrow at him, moving her lips to one side in a half smile. "Really? This makes you think of sex?"

Athrodar moved his hands to her hips and slowly pulled her closer to him. "Really. It's been a while since our last and a lot has happened in a short amount of time, I figured you deserve to be pampered."

"Oh yeah?" Sylvanas had a full smile on her face now, walking her fingers up his chest. "And how would you pamper this Queen?"

"I have a few ideas, most of which involve no clothes and a few of them may involve a third party." He saw a flash of lust in her eyes at the chance of a third member, knowing she was in the mood for it. "We could get Sera again, it's been a while and she has been very loyal to our family."

Sylvanas continued to walk her fingers up his chest, flattening her hand when she got to his shoulder and pulling him in for a long kiss. "As long as you're both worshipping your Queen." She whispered seductively when they broke apart.

Lor'Themar cleared his throat when he stood at the entrance of the inner sanctum. "I hope we're not interrupting. Though you're the one who called us here."

Sylvanas span around to face both the Regent Lord and the Prophet who was standing next to him. "Because stepping inside that building hurts my consort."

Velen bowed his head at both Sylvanas and Athrodar. "I thank you, Warchief, for seeing me."

Athrodar placed a hand on Sylvanas' back, standing beside her. "Why are we here?" He asked, watching both Velen and Lor'Themar look at each other.

Anduin walked through Stormwind with his guard, noticing within the first couple of minutes the lack of civilians around. He knew they were busy with either training with drill sergeants, mining for ore that would be used to make swords and armour, or they were trying to continue their lives before the Horde attacked.

He walked passed the Stockades, looking into it for a few seconds and remembering the Sergeant that was now prisoner with the Horde. He didn't like to think about it, but he was a little happy the Sergeant was gone.

What he wasn't happy with, was his father's option to arm civilians for the impending battle that will arrive at their doorstep. He believed peace was still the best option, the only option for most of the people in Stormwind.

That's why he sent a letter to Prophet Velen, telling him what was happening in Stormwind and almost begging the old Draenei to help.

But... He didn't get a reply.

This was one of the reasons why he was now walking around the city and now finding himself in the Old Town, meeting up with Valeera who stood outside 'The Tipsy Elf' inn. "My Prince, are you sure you want to do this?"

Anduin nodded his head, looking over to the spy and family friend. "If what you say about her is true, it might be the only way for the citizens of Stormwind to be spared bloodshed."

Vareesa pulled her hood up and pointed to an open window on the next floor. "I'll make my way in there, if she tries to run, I'll stop her."

Anduin watched her climb up the face of the inn, walking into the building and almost instantly silencing the entire room. "Please, continue." He said to the patrons, making his way to the bar with his two guards close behind.

Elaria made her way over to the bar, looking at the young Prince and seeing him only as a child, not registering the guards as anything special. "I'm not that well versed in the human aging process, but aren't you too young to be here, kid?"

Valeera stood behind the Night Elf, reaching over and placing a knife down in front of her. "That kid is the Prince of Stormwind. And he would like to talk."

Elaria saw a marking on Valeera's arm, confirming to her that she was an assassin. A burn mark of a dagger. The Night Elf sighed, closing her eyes. "What did Athrodar do?"

"Not here." Anduin told her, looking to the back room. "Perhaps somewhere more quiet."

Elaria span around and faced Valeera, smirking at her. "Good to see you again Valeera. When was the last time?"

The normally calm and collected assassin went red faced, glancing over to the Prince and returning her gaze to the Night Elf. "I... I don't remember."

Elaria smiled at her. "Luckily I do. And I remember a lot about that day as well." She leaned closer to her, watching Anduin and his two guard walk into the back room. "I wonder if you taste the same." She whispered.

Valeera grabbed her knife from the bar and put it away, looking towards the back room. "I don't like that you broke my concentration and stole my target."

Elaria grinned and smacked her on the ass when she began to walk into the back room. "Well I loved every second of it."

Anduin watched Valeera walk the long way around him and stop beside one his guards. "You know about the Scourge Prince that escaped our fleet."

Elaria folded her arms and sat on top of the table behind her. "He doesn't like that name. Being reminded of that past will make him an enemy you don't want to face."

Anduin held up his hands. "Okay, I'm sorry. We don't get told much about him, the Banshee Queen has been keeping him hidden from the Alliance which has cost us a lot."

Elaria smiled a little. "You should probably make some friends that know them."

"That's why we're here." Anduin looked over to Valeera who bowed her head at him. "It took some time for her, but Valeera found the Horde spy in our city." He looked to Elaria once more. "She could have gone to my father and you'd be arrested, but she came to me because I want to help my people."

Elaria looked over to Valeera who was now smirking at her. "You want me to betray Athrodar?"

"No. I can see he means a lot to you by how defensive you are about him already." Anduin stepped forward and stood closer to her. "I just need to know more about him, see if I can convince him to convince Sylvanas to agree on a ceasefire."

Elaria sighed, lowering her head and looking down at her arms that have remained folded. "He has a weakness, a true weakness..."

Valeera frowned at her, stepping forward. "Lies, I've gone up against him and I couldn't see any."

Elaria shook her head. "No, he does."

"What is it?" Anduin asked.

"His daughter." She told him.

"That Banshee Princess?" Valeera asked, tilting her head. "Both Sylvanas and Athrodar are very protective of her, killing Genn for kidnapping her the moment they caught up to him."

"That's true, they are protective of her. She's their precious gem." Elaria sat forward a little. "But I was on about his birth daughter."

Valeera and Anduin looked at each other, both looking back at the Night Elf. "He has another daughter?" Valeera asked.

"He does. Although he has never met her, I know he will protect her and her mother should anything threaten them." Elaria sighed, knowing she was given up information that was very sensitive to both Athrodar and the Warchief. "Sylvanas doesn't care about them, but because he does, he will go out of his way to protect them."

"What exactly are you telling us?" Valeera asked.

"If they are threatened, Sylvanas won't care, but Athrodar will. This could cause a rift between them and effectively weaken them." Elaria shrugged her shoulders. "Do with that information as you will. I refuse to say anything else."

Anduin looked over to Valeera who was awaiting his command. "Find out what you can about this secret daughter. I don't want to threaten her or her mother, but I do want to know more."

Valeera bowed her head to the Prince. "I'll leave right away."

Elaria watched Valeera leave, followed closely by Anduin and his guards leaving a few seconds later after thanking her. Once she was alone, Lunarii slowly walked out of the room she was hiding in, not wanting to be dragged into the conversation.

"Are you okay?" The Draenei asked her when she saw Elaria's fist tighten into a ball.

"I was put into an impossible position... And now I feel like I've put Athrodar's friendship under threat."

Luna placed a hand over her balled up fist. "We'll figure this out. Don't worry."

"So the boy Prince has come to you for guidance, and you came to us?" Sylvanas smiled a little, looking back at Athrodar. "What do you think?"

"I think we should listen to his proposition." Athrodar looked passed Sylvanas and towards Velen. "That's why you're here, right? You have something to ask us?"

"I do." Velen showed them the letter he received from Anduin, handing it to Lor'Themar who then handed it to Sylvanas. "The young Prince just wants his people to be safe. I know what he asks will never happen, not after what I've heard has happened to your family, but perhaps you will consider an alternative."

"What alternative?" Sylvanas asked, reading through the letter in the meantime.

"Your sister, the one who has been missing for years."

Sylvanas looked up from the letter, almost letting go of it entirely as she looked at the Prophet. "What did you say?"

Athrodar stepped forward and held onto his Queen lightly, making sure he was both keeping her in place should she lash out and to stop her legs from giving way should the old Draenei say something that would make her feel weak. "Answer her."

The Prophet bowed his head, knowing he should have worded his sentence better. "If we look for Alleria, with your help should you want to help, will you accept a ceasefire? Leaving Stormwind to the Alliance and you can keep Ironforge."

Lor'Themar looked over to the Prophet, not knowing that was his offer. "Are you serious? She's been presumed dead for years, those optimistic to think she's still alive are just that. Optimistic."

Sylvanas nodded her head slowly. "Theron is right. There's nothing to look for because she died years ago."

"Are you sure? Did you find a body?" The Prophet saw nobody confirm a sighting of a body, smiling a little. "From my experience, nobody is dead until a body is found. They are just lost."

Whilst the conversation about finding Alleria continued, Athrodar looked below the bridge they were standing on and to the lower confines of the Sunwell, spotting a young girl with platinum blonde hair, skipping through the gardens.

He could hear her humming to herself, stopping at a flower bed and gazing wide eyed at it. He smiled a little at the innocence of the girl, figuring she was about six years of age and born years after Arthas' attack on Quel'Thalas.

His eyes widened however when he heard a familiar voice call out for the child, watching her run to a crimson headed woman and hug her, being lifted by the man standing beside her.

Whilst the conversation continued between Sylvanas, Velen and Lor'Themar, Athrodar looked down at the crimson headed woman who now looked up at him, telling the man with her to leave whilst she kept the young girl with her.

Athrodar saw her smile up at him, holding onto the girl's hand who was busy talking about the flowers in front of her. "Shh, Tanadia, keep your voice down." The woman said, noticing the three leaders up on the bridge with Athrodar.

Athrodar continued to watch them from above, showing no immediate emotion on his face, though he was feeling joy at seeing the young girl. The same girl he saw as a baby in a picture, only she had grown up a bit by now and her eyes weren't green. No, they were golden now.

His attention was taken away from them though when Sylvanas moved her hand behind her and placed it on Athrodar's arm. "You're quiet, my love." She whispered whilst Lor'Themar and Velen continued the talks.

"Sorry, I'm distracted." He took hold of her hand, watching the crimson headed woman, no, he watched the mother of his daughter walk away with his daughter the moment his attention returned to Sylvanas. "What's the plan?" He asked.

"They're going to look for a dead woman whilst we continue to plan for Stormwind." Sylvanas caught a glimpse of the crimson headed woman disappear into a nearby building, glancing back at Athrodar. "You didn't think she would be here, did you?"

"I should have. Thalina used to spend a lot of time near the Sunwell before Arthas attacked. Good place to train magic I suppose." Athrodar kissed the top of Sylvanas' hand when she looked back at him. "Doesn't matter though, she has found someone else."

Sylvanas looked down at his hand that held her hand, smiling when he rubbed his thumb over the ring he gave her. "Yes, it still glows." Her eyes flicked up to his, smiling wider when he looked into her eyes. "I love you."

Athrodar smiled now, kissing the top of her hand again. "I love you too."

"We will look for her." Velen said, interrupting the two of them. "If we can find any evidence that she is alive, will you call off the siege on Stormwind?"

Athrodar looked over to Sylvanas who looked back at him. "It's up to you." He whispered in Thalassian.

"Fine." Sylvanas said, looking back at Velen. "If you find solid evidence that she isn't dead, I will hold the Horde back."

Velen bowed his head at the Warchief. "Thank you. That's all I ask."