Jaina found Sylvanas scribbling away at the breakfast table, a stone-cold mug of Quel'Thalas tea in front of her. Jaina's nose wrinkled and her mouth twisted at the bitter smell of the tea. She doubted Sylvanas could even recognise it was now as cold as her. Jaina hummed in short-lived amusement, remembering her time there when Sylvanas was alive. Sometimes, things never changed. As she slipped into her chair, smoothing her robes out Sylvanas didn't even move a single hair towards her, barely acknowledging she was there at all.

Jaina sighed heavily to see if it would gain even a glance up in her direction. Nothing. Sylvanas continued to glare at the letter she was signing. Jaina leaned forward and rested her arms on the table, bored. She side glanced at the trays of food. A range of dry meats and various breads. Her lips coiled into a twist. No cheese, no Dalaran sharp to melt in her mouth. She turned to the fruit laid out, everything inedible to her liking, save the strawberries she started to pick at. She conjured a cup of coffee, absent minded. Her favourite Stormwind roast steaming into the air. She warmed her cold hands around the cup, grateful for its comfort as she brought it to her lips and let a little pleasant sigh escape from her lips as she concentrated on a crack in the wall and let her mind wonder.

Sylvanas after a long moment looked up, agitated at the smell of the coffee. Her nose twitched in disgust. Sylvanas noticed that Jaina was on her second cup of coffee. She paused her scrawling, quill still twirling in her hand, wondering if Jaina would snap out of her cloud of thoughts. She watched the way Jaina stared, narrowed sapphire eyes. The way she chewed the inside of her cheek like she always had done when deep in a trance. She could feel Jaina's arcane magic thrumming through the veins in the table. Sylvanas dipped her head back down to the letter she had been mulling over since Jaina entered the room. Her quill roughly scratching at the stained parchment.

"You drink enough coffee to wake the dead Proudmoore." Sylvanas scorned lightly.

Jaina jumped and eyed Sylvanas dubiously, "Jealous, are we? That someone else can raise the dead?" Jaina mused.

Sylvanas scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Do you want an arrow through that beautiful throat of yours? Would be a shame to waist a good arrow." Sylvanas turned the page and continued to scratch heavier at the parchment this time. "But I suppose someone has to do it."

Jaina huffed out a small laugh and knocked the remains of her coffee back, another one already conjured Infront of her. She started spooning sugar in. One, two, three, four, five teaspoons Sylvanas counted secretly.

Jaina noticed the disapproving glare and the scratching stopped, "What? I love my coffee sweet." She sipped at it and closed her eyes in total bliss, knowing it was infuriating her wife.

Sylvanas's lips curled into a snarl, bearing her fangs in the candlelight, "You'll get fat Proudmoore, if you keep at that sugar." She muttered, resuming her tide-awful scratching against the paper.

Jaina blinked at her, her mouth parted in shock.

"Lost something, little Mage?" Sylvanas smirked up from her scratching.

Before Sylvanas knew it, she had a cup of coffee thrown at her and with that Jaina stormed out, her cloak billowing in the frosty wind she had made behind her.

Sylvanas stood, trying to shake off the brown liquid that seemed to cling to her like sludge with the amount of sugar Jaina had put in to it, she cursed,"Argh! Women!"

Sylvanas stormed through the doors of the hold, near taking them from the hinges they hung from. Their murmurs turning to dust in the atmosphere Sylvanas had swept in with. Lorthremar and Baine paused around the war table and turned to look at Sylvanas pounding the ground with quick, relentless clicks of her heels up to the table they leaned back from.

She scowled, "Don't even think about making a comment with that smart mouth of yours Lorthremar. I will cut that tongue out to match that eye personally if you do."

Lorthremar choked back a grin, "Dutifully noted, Warchief."

Sylvanas glowered at the amusement in his voice. She felt their eyes rove over her, squaring her up and down. The impeccable smell of Stormwind's finest roast hung in the air. "I didn't have time to change my attire…" She grumbled as she gripped the war table, white knuckled.

"Wedded bliss agrees with you Warchief." Baine grinned, side glancing amused at Lorthremar.

Sylvanas let a bark of sardonic laughter escape her lips, "She's insufferable! All she does is mope around and try to poke me as much as she can. The human needs a hobby."

Lorthremar cleared his throat, his working eye flickering to Baine and then to Sylvanas, he straightened, masking his glowing amusement in a straight and unreadable face. Though his eyes softened, "The humans have ... different ways to which we are all accustomed to. That much is true but have you…." Lorthremar coughed, Baine shifted his weight nervously.

Sylvanas leaned her hip against the table and folded her arms, her head lulling to follow the hip, she raised a spidery eyebrow, "Have I what Lorthremar? Tread carefully."

Lorthremar knew he now had Sylvanas's full attention. She may be death reincarnated but a part of ranger general Sylvanas still lurked beneath the corpse, when he spoke it was with a cautionary softness, "Have you tried asking her what she likes? Get to know your new…. wife? She might be…how do you say it…. bored? You used to be the same when you weren't stabbing trolls with arrows. Still are come to think of it."

Sylvanas scoffed but looked away, her hood masking her distorted face. Considering Lorthremar's suggestion, "It won't make any-"

"It might soften the blow between you two. Might stop her poking you in ways you do not wished to be poked." He grinned; his face clear as day displayed dirty thoughts. Baine nudged him with a rough elbow till Lorthremar stumbled over. Baine threw him a look of apology. However, Baine knew better than to evoke Sylvanas's ire.

"What happened to treading carefully, Lorthremar? You are lucky I tolerate you. " Sylvanas glared dangerously, she turned back to the war table. Scooping up the figurines in her hand and twirling them in her fingers while she thought, "Can we leave what I do in the bedroom with my Proudmo-wife or the lack of and turn to more pressing matters of how to deal with the Naga that might eventually evade us?" Sylvanas snapped, gaining their attention.

6 hours later…

Sylvanas dragged her hands down her face, the boredom excruciating. She envied Baine for having to leave. She leaned forward on the throne, her first clenched and resting in her mouth, fangs digging into her own flesh as Lorthremar recounted the casualties she had accumulated from a group of naga that had invaded Silvermoon's shoreline. Windrunner Spire was untouched. A small grumble collected at the back of her throat.

She pulled her fist from her mouth, the sharp tang of ichor lingering on her tongue. She sat back in her throne collecting her information, formulating a plan, "Send a scouting party consisting of 4 Dark Rangers, 2 of your rangers. They need to remain discreate. We are done here." She started, She looked off into the distance briefly, She caught Lorthremar's questioning eye. She reluctantly sighed, "Proudmoore knows."

Lorthremar raised a furry eyebrow, "Well I should hope so, you two are married." He clasped his hands behind his back and leaned back and forth on his heels.

Sylvanas turned her attention directly to him, "Doesn't mean I have to inform her of everything."

Lorthremar chuckled, "Sylvanas, I've known you for how long now? You were stubborn then and are even now," he rolled his eyes and gave a knowing sigh, "Your lands are her lands and her lands are your lands now. You know this. Try informing her, maybe including her. Don't isolate Proudmoore. You said so yourself, when you asked for my advice, she would be an "equal in everything'' …."

Sylvanas laughed hysterically, the sarcasm dripping from her voice as it regained its echo, "What would you know?"

Lorthremar grimaced, "A lot more than you seem to know is evident currently. Look you don't have to take my advice but maybe just be …you know…nice for once. You two have a lot of history that much is clear. Propose a fresh start? I have issues with Proudmoore myself, but she has…certain…. qualities that balance with yours."

Sylvanas's eyes travelled from his head to toe and back up to meet his eyes, thoughtfully thinking she hummed a reply.

"Maybe ask Proudmoore on that honeymoon? I hear the Kaldorei lands are lovely in the winter." He grinned, deliberately trying to awaken the ire in Sylvanas.

Sylvanas waved him off with a flick of the wrist, she snarled. Disgusted with the suggestion. Masking her integument and curiosity. She paused, watching him walk to the door. "Lorthremar?" She called out after him. Her voice hesitantly wavering for a fraction of a second. "You have had experience with humans more. What do they like to eat?"

Lorthremar turned, observed Sylvanas leaning slightly forward, her left leg slung over her other, her chin wresting on her fist, he smiled, his amusement evident in his glowing eye, "As far as I'm aware, Cheese is like a drug for them. With Jaina, especially Dalaran sharp" He shrugged, "Fruits, berries and what not. I hear heaven peaches and snapvine watermelon are a certain Mage's favourite. Maybe the odd snowplum or two she might go crazy for."

"I hear Proudmoore has, what humans call a ' sweet tooth'," He added.

Sylvanas released a long index finger and tapped her cheek pensively, "And drink?"

"Knowing Proudmoore, alcoholic wise she's from Boralus so a fine whiskey? Wine? She is a great lover of the impeccable Stormwind roast you're currently pulling off exceptionally well right now." He chuckled, dodging a warning arrow.

"Damn! I missed." Sylvanas muttered, amusement gracing her voice.

She took a breath, "Proudmoore's caffeine addiction is not healthy for someone of her station."

" Ahhhh, you do care a little. Just admit it." He bowed mockingly, she waved him away resuming her bored stance on the throne, "No Sylvanas, it's not, but neither is your overbearing attitude." He grinned and darted out of the room as another arrow knocked on the door, wobbled and split down the spine into two, a hair's breadth from his good eye.

Jaina watched from the window, her eyes never leaving Sylvanas as she made her speech for the Hallows End ceremony. She watched Sylvanas lift the sconce to light the wicker man frame that stood proudly beside her. Jaina had feigned illness to avoid the festivities. She had had enough of their gawking at her, or worse. Of Sylvanas barely doing anything about it. She watched the flames spark and catch, igniting it in a fast blaze of fury, the smoke suffocating the stars in the sky. She shivered, and shut the shutters to the window, sighing an exasperated sigh.

She pushed herself away from the window and unlaced her corset ribbons, folding it up and putting it onto the bed she slipped out of her robes and wondered into the bathroom. She ran the taps on the grand bathing pool that took up most of the room. She sunk down till the water whispered against the edge of her chin, tilting her head back to rest slightly against the pillow she had put at there at the edge of the pool.

The peacebloom and sunflower scent of the bath throwing her back to Quel'Thalas when she had decided to take a walk of the grounds on a hot summer's day, on her first week of ever being there. She remembered swirling spires that loomed over her as she looked up, admiring the Elvin architecture thoughtfully. She had managed to lose Kael'thalas for a moment with a simple illusion spell. He was so wrapped up in the story of himself that he was reciting, he wouldn't even notice she was gone properly.

She wondered for what felt like miles, her mage robes thick with a damp sweat. She stopped in front of a bench that looked out onto the spired towers, along the greenery and out into the distant shoreline. She cast a quick spell to fan herself dry. The trees swayed in the gentle breeze she had made, she missed the wind, the cold shivery temperatures of Boralus and Theramore. The sun was pleasant to be in more often than the constant rain, but the suffocating heat was too much for a creature of habits.

Voices broke her train of thought, voices raising slowly with heated anger. Two women approached the bend of the hill, high elves in Ranger uniforms. Jaina recognised the stance of the tallest elf, the green ranger general armour, the crest on her tunic. The grip she kept on her bow, and the flurry of her eyebrows as she frowned. Sylvanas Windrunner, The Ranger General. Jaina gulped, Sylvanas held herself with an authority Jaina couldn't match, despite her titles and power. The sternness of her face made Jaina want to shrink into the bench.

The smaller elf bore a resemblance to her, but instead of blonde hair the smaller elf had a head of pure silver, and pale blue eyes that Jaina thought reminded her of crystal rivers. She wore the same uniform but unlike Sylvanas's fitted frame, it hung from the smaller elf. The smaller elf bore a softer set of expressions, more welcoming; compared to Sylvanas's usual brash and hard exterior.

"Come on Sylvanas! Let me see her, I've never seen a human before in person!" the smaller elf begged, tugging on her sleeve.

Sylvanas shrugged the younger elf off, "Vereesa, she isn't something to be gawked at! Plus, she is a lady. She has titles. Besides, you have seen plenty of humans in textbooks the library has at the spire." Sylvanas brushed harshly.

Vereesa rolled her eyes, Sylvanas always followed protocol like religion, "Yes but a real life human!" She said in excitement, her eyes shining. "We have titles too." She folded her arms in a huff.

"Look, Kael sent us to look for The Lady Proudmoore, we find her, return her to Kael and then I can get on with my training the new recruits. " Sylvanas scoffed, highly frustrated that her routine had been interrupted by Jaina Proudmoore's incessant need for exploring and wondering off after creating a distraction. "Why he couldn't send a new recruit to do this I don't know! Or even one of his servants."

"You protect the prince and the land, you are one of his servants," Vereesa smirked, knowing it would infuriate Sylvanas deep down.

"Shut it, little Moon! Before I put you through your paces on the training grounds." Sylvanas muttered, gripping her bow tighter.

"Alright, alright." Vereesa sighed, "Don't put me through suicides again, you beat my ass with those. Even Anya dies halfway through them." Vereesa grumbled.

Jaina watched them bicker in their banter and walk past her, and before she started to breath a quiet sigh of relief Vereesa stopped, paused and turned, Jaina held her breath. Hoping she would get away with being unnoticed. No such luck….

Vereesa reached out and quickly grabbed Sylvanas's sleeve, jerking her back from walking on. Still talking out loud like someone who loved the sound of her own voice. "Vereesa—"

Jaina blinked at them both as Vereesa whispered something to Sylvanas and Sylvanas turned all the way around to face her, "And we have found The Lady Proudmoore. Finally. " Sylvanas sighed heavily, "That was easier than expected" Sylvanas muttered under her breath.

Vereesa slowly and carefully approached Jaina. Jaina watched her questioningly. Vereesa could feel the arcane magic in Jaina crackle and thrum under her skin within the close distance they stood at. Vereesa reached out a careful hand and attentively took a lock of Jaina's blonde hair and marvelled at how it shined in the sun. She let the curl drop back down over Jaina's shoulders and Jaina sucked in a sharp breath.

"Hair like the sun above…." Vereesa murmured, her eyes glittering with affection.

Jaina blushed, she felt Vereesa poke her skin gently, "You are very pale for a human…."Vereesa observed, she circled the bench Jaina was sat on and stopped at the back of Jaina and leaned over her shoulder, "What are those?" Vereesa asked pointing to Jaina's freckles on her exposed collar bone.

Jaina looked down onto her shoulder, "Oh! Those are freckles, I get them when I have been in the sun too much." She smiled warmly.

"Belore above!" Vereesa squealed in excitement, "Belore has blessed you! You must be important!"

"Vereesa, you're forgetting your place." Sylvanas bristled, envy rising in her chest at the innocent exchange of appearances and touching gestures.

Jaina turned her sweet smile to Sylvanas, "Its fine, really." Jaina watched Sylvanas's ears flick and flatten against her head in what Jaina presumed was agitation.

"Your ears are funny." Vereesa wrinkled her nose and her lips twisted in question. She gently brushed the outer shell of Jaina's ear with a long finger making her giggle, "They're not like ours."

Vereesa reminded Jaina of how Jaina would be as a child, questioning everything she met while she explored it. She could hear Sylvanas scoff and feel her frustrated eyeroll from several feet apart. Her eyes slid to Sylvanas resting her free hand on her hip and kicking the gravel about in a mild boredom. Occasionally throwing small glares Vereesa's way.

"I think the Ranger General is getting a little annoyed…" Jaina politely pointed, trying to stifle a giggle at Vereesa's grin.

"No, my sister is just impatient to get back to work. She just wants to see how many new recruits she can lure into her bed." Vereesa teased Sylvanas with ease.

Sylvanas's eyebrows lowered in a dark frown, a small blush of anger dusting her cheeks, "Vereesa! You little-" Sylvanas started, her posture becoming that of a ere scent child. Jaina noticed the tips of Sylvanas's ears turning pink.

Jaina waved her hand and cut the two sisters off, "If it helps, I will go back to kael. Make both of your lives easier. I apologise for any grievance I have caused. In truth he does talk about himself a lot. I just…. needed a break." Jaina smiled and the two elves looked at her curiously and then back to Jaina who smiled warmly, waiting for their lead. "And, don't think me rude but I have heard quite the tale about your lovers Ranger General." Jaina glanced side long at Vereesa who shared her amusement.

Sylvanas snarled, "lets get this over with." She turned on her heal and started marching towards the palace again.

"What side of the bed did she wake up on this morning? " Jaina asked Vereesa innocently. Vereesa looked at Jaina in confusion, "Because whatever side It was it was the wrong side. Is she always this grumpy?" Jaina's attempt at humour fell dryly onto deaf ears.

Vereesa's ears twitched as they started walking, "Sylvanas takes her line of work very seriously." Her face softened, "Besides she's not a big fan of the prince. She tolerates him because she must. So therefor she must tolerate you. And as for her lovers, she isn't shy to make it known, so I'm a little confused at her recent reaction."

Jaina raised her chin to the warm sunlight, "That makes two of us I suppose." She whispered absent minded. "Is the Ranger General always this irritated?"

Vereesa grinned, "Its been a quiet year, there has been very little activity along our boarders. It makes Sylvanas restless. She's never truly happy unless she's barking orders at the rangers or shooting arrows through trolls hearts."

"Oh…" Jaina breathed, she watched how fluid Sylvanas moved, her muscles moving in time with her skin, like water flowing like a river with ease over rocks. Wondering how someone could command a persons attention so without knowing. Or did she now? Was she one of these women Jaina had always been wary of? One who knows how to use what she was born with and bends another person to her own will?

"She seems…..quite the catch?" Jaina laughed.

To Jaina's relief Vereesa laughed with her, "You'll get used to her."

Jaina thought of Vereesa in that moment, alone in Stormwind and Dalaran without her. She had had no letter from Vereesa. She contemplated asking Sylvanas if she could at least visit Vereesa in Dalaran but knowing Sylvanas and Vereesa their tensions were high and the likely hood of Sylvanas saying yes was slim to none.

The swish of something soft and silk like brushing against her cheek made her eyes snap open, she found smouldering crimson eyes staring directly into her own. Her blonde-silvery hair folding around them like a curtain, Jaina felt a brush of knuckles gentle against her neck. She chewed on her bottom lip. The water started to freeze over, a thin layer of ice covering the surface. She still hadn't forgiven Sylvanas for leaving her mother on Thros, whether it was deserved or not.

"Spoil sport, Proudmoore." Sylvanas whispered, playfully pouting.

Jaina's lips pursed into a thin line, she felt Sylvanas's knuckles turn to a dance of fingertips on the skin of her neck, she swallowed a hitched breath, "Save it for the bedroom, Windrunner. I'm not in the mood."

"You need to become a bit more …. adventurous My Little Mage." Sylvanas drawled, pulling back and sitting on the edge of the tiled rim of the pool so she could see Jaina better.

Jaina raised an eyebrow as she side glanced at Sylvanas suspiciously, "Shouldn't you be burning a tree down somewhere?" The thin layer of ice now several layers thick.

Sylvanas huffed a small laugh, "Let it go Proudmoore. What was that about grudges?" She folded her arms and crossed her leg over the other. Jaina could see she had no leggings or breaches beneath her metal armour, the revealing armour she only reserved for special occasions. She hadn't expected to be caught off guard by Sylvanas. Jaina in truth hoped Sylvanas would have either come back later or just not come back to her at all, "Is that remark any way to treat your wife that has brought you a gift?" she purred, shifting closer to Jaina.

Jaina's eyes fell from Sylvanas's eyes to her thigh, the beaten metal swirls of her armour lifting slightly on the line where her thigh met her hip, smooth skin made Jaina feel slightly dazed. Her hands clutched the edges of the concreate seat of the pool under the ice. Could she even grow hair there anymore?

Jaina collected herself with a sharp sigh, withdrawing herself from the conversation, "If it's your body thrown off ice crown peak then I may consider taking the gift."

Sylvanas scoffed and chucked a small purple ball into the air, Jaina had to lift her spell to catch it. She stared at it, confused yet interested, "A snow plum?" She looked at Sylvanas questioningly, "They are not even in season in the coldest of places. Where did you get this? Most importantly is it laced with poison?"

Sylvanas's eyes drifted to Jaina's bare and small frame beneath the water, "That is something I will take to the grave. "she flashed an all-out fanged grin at Jaina.

Jaina juggled the snow dusted plum in her hands, her stare flickered from the plum to Sylvanas and back to the plum. Sylvanas watched her cautiously bite into the plum, chew and sit back in the familiar bliss she had plastered across her face as she enjoyed her coffee. A pleasurable squeal escaped Jaina's lips as she chewed. Sylvanas approached Jaina and her hand, without realising, went to wipe the small tear drop of juice that had dribbled from the fruit down in the corner of Jaina's mouth. Sylvanas would savour that pleasurable squeal for the rest of her life. Jaina paused and her eyes burned into Sylvanas. Sylvanas returned the fire with a smouldering scarlet blaze. Holding Jaina's gaze Sylvanas's tongue darted out and licked the juice from her own finger. Sylvanas hummed, her grin widening. Sharp, sweet and tangy. Well, what she could faintly taste of it anyway.

Jaina blushed and diverted her attention back to the fruit. She swallowed the piece she had been chewing, hard. She couldn't wrap her head around Sylvanas at the best of times. One minute she would be in Jaina's face, grilling and frying her alive, the next she was softening and being genuinely …..nice and almost accommodating. Jaina was so lost in her thoughts and sinking her teeth into the snow plum, sucking the juices as she thought about Sylvanas and her bi-polar ways. She didn't even notice that Sylvanas had stripped her armour off and sank into the hot pool opposite her.

"I've considered your theory Proudmoore. You may have some validity with it." Sylvanas started. A faint smile twitched at the corner of her lips at Jaina in ignorant bliss as she munched on the fruit, savouring it with every bite. Lorthremar was right, she needed to get more snow plums if the Mage was this sedated after one mouthful. "Proudmoore? Are you even listening?" Sylvanas leaned forward, letting the water brush against her chin softly.

"Mmmmhhhmmmm" Jaina hummed softly as she started to lick her fingers from the left-over juice of the snow plum.

Sylvanas leapt up, and glided over to Jaina, the water making soft waves as she came to stand before Jaina, the water came up to glide against her prominent hip bones. She folded her arms covering her breasts and looked down expectantly at Jaina. Jaina gazed up, her eyes widened, her index finger paused at her lip innocently.

Sylvanas leaned down, so the water was lapping against her collar bones, "Let me Proudmoore", Sylvanas took Jaina's hands gently and her tongue playfully licked the snow plum juice from her sticky fingers.

"Oh…" Jaina breathed, colour flooding her cheeks. Before Jaina could act, Sylvanas had jerked her hand and pulled her into an embrace, her body pressed up hard against Sylvanas's own taught muscles. The temperature of the water masking the coldness of Sylvanas's natural temperature. Sylvanas's arm curved around her back, fingers digging into the soft flesh that lay beneath, almost kneading it like dough. Sylvanas's other hand at the back of Jaina's head, threaded through her damp hair. Jaina found her hands splayed out across Sylvanas's shoulders, careful not to let them wonder. She looked up through half lidded eyes, her mouth parting, her cheeks flushed to the point of no return.

"You, Proudmoore, are a frustrating little shit." Sylvanas whispered, she pulled her hand from her hair and took Jaina's cheek in her hand, thumbing over the damned lip she was biting, "But you're so beautiful when you're vulnerable." Jaina felt the heat between her legs and felt herself crumble and waver beneath Sylvanas's touch.

Jaina felt herself swoon, her head dazed, the steam of peacebloom missing with steel and flowers making her head swim with a fog. She felt Sylvanas's hand softly pull her closer, she tilted her head and leaned down brushing her own cool lips against Jaina's tenaciously.

A horn sounded in the distance and suddenly the water crashed against the sides and Jaina let out a whimpering cry as she fell into the water, she couldn't recall how long she had spent under that water all she knew that when she resurfaced she whirled around to see Sylvanas and her armour gone.

Over the next month Jaina and Sylvanas avoided each other like blight since the incident in the bathing pool, unless it was a mutual meeting for both factions. Save for the occasional breakfast together where they would discuss their next courses of action. Sylvanas had noticed Jaina's coffee intake reduced dramatically when she was presented with the watermelon and peaches now consistently on the menu, along with the odd snow plum to lure her into a false sense of security. Sylvanas at times didn't know quite what to say around her and Jaina the same. Sylvanas was told that Jaina spent most of her days at a desk in the library going through mountains of paper work and usually fell asleep curled up on one of the couches with a good book, avoiding the shared bedroom all together most times save to get dressed or bathed. Jaina had noticed Sylvanas was gone for longer periods at a time and had become extremely secretive on where she was spending her time.

Sylvanas scratched her way incessantly through the stack of letters that sat on the table while she drank her tea. Or lack of and let it go stone cold. Yes, she was dead, yes, she didn't need to drink to stay alive but that was one little home comfort to her, she pulled an envelope from her stack and raised a spidery eyebrow. She snarled at the handwriting. She threw it into the fire without a thought and pulled the next envelope. The same handwriting. She rolled her eyes and tore open the wax seal of the Windrunners.

Scanning her way through the letter she grimaced and tore it up in a hurry and threw it into the fire, punching the mantel of the fireplace in the process with her clawed gauntlet.

"Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed again?" Jaina quipped, standing in the doorway slightly wary. Kalira at her side, glanced from Sylvanas to Jaina and back to Sylvanas again.

Sylvanas snarled and stormed past Jaina, shoving her with her shoulder out of the way, "An excuse me would have been nice!" Jaina shouted from down the hall, rubbing at her shoulder, leaving her to her solitude. Sylvanas had more pressing matters to attend to, that of a little sister that never remembered her place.