Summary: Valeera is bored.
Notes: Another chapter, I had fun writing this chapter. I think Jaina and Sylvanas really needed to establish boundaries and just air it out yano…. thought I would update early since im going to be hella busy on Thursday, sorry guys you may have to wait a few extra days ontop of the usual week for the next chapter next thursday, working in retail at xmas is insane! Also, all spelling mistakes are entirely by myself and anything incorrect, I have no beta reader and also I have tried to fix as many mistakes as possible. 3
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Chapter TextValeera sat in the shadows, downing champagne, keeping an eye on Jaina. She watched the Mage greet everyone and thank them for coming along, even though Jaina seemed less impressed to be there herself. She watched Jaina swig her champagne and wine down like a true Kul Tiran. Valeera couldn't help but grin in her own drunkenness. She wondered where Sylvanas had disappeared off to. Her and Jaina had kept a relatively sparse amount of distance from when they said, 'I Do.'
Valeera caught the eye of one of Sylvanas's Dark Rangers named Anya, lurking in the darkness of a corner, her eyes never leaving Jaina. She wasn't surprised at Sylvanas enlisting her own spies. Especially one to watch Jaina.
I could have some fun with this one…. She looks…. entertaining.
Valeera plucked a piece of stone from the wall and threw it at the opposite wall so it bounced off and rolled at Anya's feet. Anya looked up and took in her surroundings. Valeera Lounged languidly over the plush and golden antique chair, her legs swung over the arm rest and one lazily In front of her. Her dress slipped and exposed her left leg fully from shoe to hip. She wasn't wearing underwear. She had a glazed look of drunkenness cross her face; she raised a full bubbling glass of champagne to Anya. Anya snorted and glared in response.
Ooooooo this one likes to give the cold shoulder…..
Valeera pouted accordingly and stood, gliding through the throng of people's shadows, her hand still holding the bubbling champagne, her free hand leaning on the wall as she came to a stop In front of Anya, knowingly blocking her vision of Proudmoore. Valeera grinned against the rim of her glass, her eyes shining a bright emerald green. Anya snorted and grunted as Valeera continued to block her vision.
"Well little ranger, I believe me, and you need to get better acquainted since we will be crossing each other's paths every day." Valeera whispered teasingly. She knew her red headed elf longed for her back in Dalaran but there was something about Anya that caught her full attention. Her pale blue skin had a certain icy glow to it, her red eyes were interesting, to say the least, not as intense as Sylvanas's but just as intriguing.
Valeera swirled her champagne around before downing it, "Where's your mistress dark ranger Anya?" Valeera asked as she walked closer to Anya, backing her into a corner.
"Jaina will be fine, she's a bit of a pussy cat compared to your Dark Lady." Valeera grinned, her fangs showing in the moon light, "This wedding is more like a funeral. Now, lets have some fun."
Jaina went through her endless thanks to everyone who had come, some familiar faces she was glad to see and some she wasn't so glad to rekindle with. But none the less she knocked back drink, after drink, after drink.
If I have to sleep with that damned bitch of a Banshee Queen tonight then so be it...and be miserable for the rest of my life? Then I'm at least getting blind drunk tonight…
Another drink she eagerly lifted from the servers that floated around Stormwind gardens. The gnome fairy lights wrapped around everything, illuminating the gardens with all different colours. Jaina did marvel at how pretty the gardens looked for her wedding. It was just a shame at who she had married. Jaina swirled her wine around in her wine glass. Another time and another place she'd have very willingly married Sylvanas Windrunner and taken her name.
Jaina's gaze wondered over to where the band was playing, couples dancing and having fun. Jaina swigged her drink and slammed it onto the table beside her, she was dressed to impress and wasn't going to let it go for nothing, she wasn't even entirely drunk at her own wedding, wanting to forget it all together. Why shouldn't she dance with anyone she liked? She looked around for Sylvanas, thankfully not finding her. She made her way quickly over to the dance floor and pulled Vereesa into a dance. She had danced with Vereesa, Anduin, Alleria and anyone who asked for a dance. Everyone but the person she should be dancing with. Her wife.
She felt like hours had flew by, flopping gratefully onto a cushioned bench with Vereesa and Anduin, laughing and drinking flowing bubbling champagne. Jaina pulled her heels off and rubbed at her feet tenderly. She knocked back a few glasses of champagne, remembering she felt suddenly too sober. She stood trying to encourage a worn out Anduin and Vereesa into another dance, until she felt a cool hand press against the small of her back, she looked up bleary eyed and pouted when Sylvanas Windrunner took the glass of champagne from her hand.
"I think you have had enough, Wife. Besides, we havn't had our first dance yet." She whispered into Jaina's ear.
Jaina rolled her eyes in annoyance, she huffed, "You're going to ruin the rest of my fun anyways." She folded her arms and glared up at Sylvanas. Anduin and Vereesa awkwardly scooted off at Sylvanas's shooing look in her eyes.
Sylvanas ushered her away from the crowds, her hand pressing harder onto Jaina's back, moulding with the dimples she had found on Jaina, Jaina felt Sylvanas's scarlet gaze stab right through her like one of her arrows, "Wife, I suggest you cooperate. We have appearances to keep up." She hissed into Jaina's face, careful of glances thrown towards their way Sylvanas still had a romantic smile playing on her lips.
"Fine." Jaina huffed and grabbed Sylvanas's arm and dragged her through the crowds and onto the dance floor.
They danced for the first time, to a slow but a happy, easy tune. Jaina caught Sylvanas's pointed glance, her raised eyebrow in expectations. Jaina sighed and reluctantly leaned closer into Sylvanas, snaking her arms around her neck, but staring hard over her shoulder, past the gardens, past the crowds into the far distance. She didn't relax but stiffened ever more. She could feel Sylvanas's grip on her hip and lower back tighten. Pulling her in closer, "Proudmoore, I know we are at an impasse right now but behave. Cut the drink." Sylvanas said through gritted teeth into her hair. "I still haven't forgotten what you did earlier either."
Jaina shrugged simply, having no regrets. She feigned innocence, "I was trying to be nice. Thought you could do with a change."
Sylvanas dipped Jaina low so no one could see her hand gripping her ass in a gentle spank, "I know what you were doing Proudmoore, it wasn't appreciated to say the least. You need to talk your anger out with me if this is to work." Sylvanas said with a tightened jaw.
Jaina felt herself pressed right up against the Banshee Queen, her cool skin soothing the thrumming ache in her forehead. Jaina looked up, her lips twisting into flat lines. Her frown deepening, "How can I talk to you when you're impossible to speak to? I don't need to talk to you, nor do I wish to talk to you." Jaina confirmed, her tone serious and full of poison. "You know what you did." Jaina looked away, a sardonic look plastered over her face.
Their song had ended and Jaina pulled herself away from Sylvanas to thank more guests. Sylvanas snarled and gritted her fangs against her lower jaw. She glided over to Jaina in all her glory. Her hand resting on Jaina's lower back again, "We thank you all for coming." She started, her voice echoing naturally around Stormwind, "But myself and my Wife must now retire. Let this be the start of a new and great era."
People cheered and clapped, knowing grins broke out amongst the flush of men, but some deadpanned. Including Jaina who looked less than impressed at having a curfew. Jaina was more concerned with wallowing in her own anger, she squealed when she found herself being carried over the threshold bridal style. "Sylvanas! Put me down!" She whispered fiercely.
"Maybe this way you'll actually listen to me." Sylvanas huffed as she stepped through the portal to Garrosh Hold in Orgrimmar carrying a sulking Jaina. They stepped into what must have been their joint bedroom. Sylvanas threw Jaina on the bed, effortlessly and roughly. Jaina looked around curiously, there was a door to the right and a door to the left. It was an orcish and garish red, but the bed she lay on was a grand four poster bed, the biggest she had ever been in; enough to fit about 10 standard humans into, delicate velvet and deep sheer purple and red fabrics draped like curtains around the canopy of the bed. The fabrics below her finger tips were soft and matched the canopy.
Very Sylvanas…The irony...
There was a grand roaring fire in the hearth of the stone fireplace. A desk to the right piled high with reports and a desk to the left which lay empty apart from a quill and ink well. She assumed this was their joint room, and the door to the right was Sylvanas's private bedroom and the door to the left was Jaina's. A full-length mirror lay in the corner of the room, Jaina could see herself in it from across the bed. She looked flushed with the amount of alcohol she had had, but a shadow of herself which angered her in the depths of her belly. A fire in her started to burn at the spiteful edge in Sylvanas's voice as she spoke.
"You, Proudmoore, are being nothing but a spiteful and whiny. Little. Bitch!" Sylvanas snapped, pulling her armour off roughly. Jaina watched pauldrons clatter to the ground. "Sleep. I have little use for that bed as it is."
Jaina scrambled off the bed rather drunkenly. The alcohol seeming to go to her head suddenly. Portals and alcohol didn't mix. She huffed and folded her arms, leaning her hip against the table with the reports on, "I have every right to be! You, Windrunner, are something to endure! Alcohol only makes it easier!" Her eyes flared an arcane blue.
She stormed right up to Sylvanas and jabbed her right in the ribs angrily. Jaina matched Sylvanas's fierce glare, her nostrils flared. Magic crackled under Jaina's fingers and black smoke swirled around Sylvanas's legs. Sylvanas regarded her and then stormed off to the centre of the room, determining that it wasn't worth the aggravation. Throwing her armour on the ground, scattered across the floor until she had crossed to the draws near the bed, Jaina watched her and coloured as Sylvanas stood half naked Infront of her, her muscles taught and tense. She adverted her gaze until she wore a loose tunic and a tight pair of leggings.
"You know, Proudmoore, you think you'd be a little more compliant." Sylvanas started, as she stood in front of Jaina. Jaina closed the distance between them and her eyes glowed with a blue arcane challenge that Sylvanas couldn't turn down, "You should be more than grateful for the fact that you are so fucking broken that no other man or woman would ever touch you!" The words had come from Sylvanas in a hissed snarl.
Jaina barked with laughter, angry tears gracing the corner of her eyes, "Ha! I am fucking broken!? Look at yourself! At least I'm not dead and still moping about it! At least I can still feel, still taste and still breathe! Still sleep! You still sulk over the fact you were pierced by Frostmourne!" Jaina almost screamed at Sylvanas, Sylvanas stood as still as a statue, her face unreadable.
Jaina felt she wasn't done just yet. "You killed, no….brutally slaughtered, in fact, murdered Teldrassil, all because you had a hissy fit that the alliance wasn't paying you enough attention! If anyone is the child Sylvanas Windrunner, its you!" Jaina raised her hand to wave Sylvanas away and create some distance between them but Sylvanas rounded on Jaina and took her wrist digging her nails in and drawing blood, black ichor dribbled from her own wrist. Backing her into a corner and slamming her against the wall so hard, Jaina felt a crack just under her ribs. She gasped and whimpered, and she could tell from Sylvanas's face, the grimace that flared for a second or two as Sylvanas felt the same happen to her. The binding spell, tapping them on the shoulder each reminding them it was still there.
"I haven't forgotten what you did Jaina! Your damned yellow tulips and frost dusting the tips of them! You must have thought you were so clever, adding the frost as an extra touch! " Sylvanas hissed, pressing her hand around jaina's throat, relentlessly squeezing. Sylvanas felt her own throat tighten in response. "You know especially how I feel about that Jaina! You're the only damned -titans- above -person I ever shared that with! That day in Dalaran. No wonder it spread like blight! Because it came from YOU." Sylvanas let herself become encased in black and purple energy. It formed in glaring plumes of smoke around her body. Her banshee form starting to appear because Proudmoore had pushed and jabbed, pushed and needled at her for far too long.
Suddenly Sylvanas felt herself thrown against the stone hearth of the fireplace, sending stone shattering with such force, a long crack appeared in the stone where Sylvanas had impacted it and the fire had instantly smoked out. The stone flew from the hearth and smashed straight into the mirror, sending shards of glass stabbing around the room like arrows. the acrid smell hugging the room.
Sylvanas peered up, Jaina stood shaking, heavily panting; her arcane blue energy exploding around her, "I will not be handled like that again Sylvanas Windrunner! I am not your toy bow and set of arrows to play with, and I am certainly no prisoner or political hostage either!" She screamed. Her voice died down to a venomous hiss, "If you so much as do that again I will not regret putting a frost bolt through your fucking skull!"
Sylvanas couldn't believe the power Jaina exuded then, she always knew the Mage was the most powerful in Azeroth but had rarely been around to see it. The thrumming died to a simmer and Jaina suddenly whimpered and fell to her knees, the arcane leaving her drained. She collapsed lifelessly onto the ground. Sylvanas grimaced and growled as she felt pieces of rubble and glass stuck in her back. She pushed herself up onto her knees and elbows, only to see Proudmoore lying motionless on the floor, her blue arcane energy glowing around her body like a beacon, feeling the thrumming of it in her own blood. Jaina had thrown her around like a rag doll and in return ignored the binding spell and suffered the consequences.
Sylvanas's eyes widened and she crawled as quick as she could over to Jaina. Realising that Jaina was her political hostage and she needed to be kept alive if she wanted to avoid another war, let alone for her higher plan. She cradled her lifeless body in her hands, pulling Jaina up to pick the glass out of her back, piece by piece. Blood soaking through the white fabric of her wedding dress. Sylvanas tore at her tunic and balled the fabric up to stop the bleeding on jaina's back. Jaina groaned and slowly opened her eyes, she felt like she had been thrown like a doll. Sylvanas gave her a judgemental look, one of annoyance at Jaina's own ignorance and arrogance.
"If one hurts the other, its returned…." Jaina whispered, realisation dawning on her.
"Proudmoore, I'm not a healer but I know a thing or two in my time." Sylvanas murmured, "Until I can get one that is. You'll have to suffer with me for now."
Jaina meekly nodded, heard Sylvanas leave the room, water starting to trickle and flow. Sylvanas come back again, she let Sylvanas pick her up and carry her through the left door.
Valeera and Anya lurked in the shadows, Anya had had to physically restrain Valeera from slaughtering Sylvanas on the spot with her blades when their argument had taken place Infront of them. Anya kept viciously whispering, "let them get on with it!" and "Its not your battle to fight!" along with "They have much unfinished business between them! Leave them be!". What did Anya know anyway? Valeera paced in the shadows as a Horde healer went into the room Jaina and Sylvanas were in. In fact, Valeera recognised the healer to be one of the best in the realm.
She had watched Sylvanas bathe Jaina tenderly trying to clean her wounds with Jaina hissing and cursing her it in every language she knew. Valeera noted that Jaina refused to meet Sylvanas's eyes, the guilt that shined in them was something of another level. She scowled at Anya grinning at her from across the hallway. She made a rude gesture with her finger before the door creaked open and Sylvanas appeared. Talking long with the Healer.
"Give her Dalaran healing potions each day, I'm prescribing the strongest dosage. Ill send them straight away. She needs these 4 times a day on a 2-week course, plenty of bed rest. And as for yourself, one healing potion for the next 3 days. The Mage should be fine, though she may have a nasty scar on her lower side where the wound was quite deep."
Valeera cracked a raised eyebrow and cringed at the thought of that wound in her side. Sylvanas looked fine, bruised but fine. She healed at a much, impressively, faster rate than Jaina did. With all Jaina's power and might, her human traits did betray her often. Anya threw her a warning glare, if she so much as touched Sylvanas with her blades. Not that the Dark Lady couldn't defend herself and put up a fantastic fight, she sheathed her blades back into her hips and folded her arms in surrender, her gaze flickering to Sylvanas letting the healer go and walking back into the room. The door fully shut and warded. Valeera huffed at the wards.
Anya grinned watching Valeera look like a sulking child, "Give them their privacy. It won't kill you."
It wouldn't kill her correct, she would be failing at her job and her orders from Anduin. She knew she would have to report this back to him one way or another and he wasn't going to like it.
"Shut up ass." Valeera sneered back at Anya. "I can feel you grinning all the way over from here!"
"Have I ever told you how insufferable you are, elf?" Anya started as she placed her undead hand on Valeera's back and steered her away from the warded door.
Valeera grinned, "No! Tell me more!" Her mocking making Anya sigh in exasperation.
Anya scoffed and rolled her red eyes as she led Valeera down the hallway leaving Jaina in Sylvanas's care.