This Room is filled with the Ghosts of Discontent.
Irishfire Summary: Azeroth is on her knees. Battered, bruised and weak from wars. Peace seems impossible, until a certain Banshee Queen proposes a new alliance. Another Political Marriage fan fic because im obsessed with them and Jaina and Sylvanas 3 Notes: I don't own WoW. I play it for enjoyment. Please be nice, this is my first fan fic.I'm trying here. I just love Sylvanas and jaina together 3
there is some swearing in this and scenes of violence.
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Sylvanas is full of angst.
Jaina is a self confessed caffeine addict.
Also, cute nose booping! 3 -
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Chapter 1: I Spy With My little Eye... Chapter TextOne
She slammed Jaina into the wall with her Banshee magic, the crack of her shoulders and spine dazing her momentarily, purple tendrils keeping Jaina pinned and in place. Jaina could feel her magic crackling in her hands, the blue glow casting shadows against the cold stone. Jaina flinched as her arms thundered to either side of her completely trapping her now. She turned her head defiantly to the side as she felt sylvanas's hair brush up against her collarbone, her lips against her ear.
'"Gods above, I should have ended you when I had the chance!" Her voice hissed in her ear.
"If I go down you're going down with me Sylvanas! Your puppet Nathanos can sweep up your ashes!" she snarled as the room started to coat in ice. Jaina turned to face those glaring scarlet eyes. "You know this shit doesn't work on me Sylvanas. Neither of us is leaving here alive! You hurt me and you'll only hurt yourself! Lets finish this how we started"
She caught Jaina off guard by pulling back and observing the mage squirm. A shudder ran through Jaina's body, trying to supress it she kept her eyes firm on the ground concentrating on the cracks. She felt a clawed gauntlet reach out and tenderly lift the anchor pendant that hung between her breasts. " You know Proudmoore, your'e really quite stunningly beautiful when youre all rauled up..." she snarled. Jaina briefly looked up and saw the sharp glint of Sylvanas's fangs draw closer. "I propose a truce..." jaina spat on her hand that held the pendant "I'll take that as a sign of your difiance Proudmoore! Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Suit yourself..." she ripped the pendant from Jaina's neck roughly. " you can stay here and wallow while all that you love burns like Teldrassil did...try and break free you wont get very far..." sylvannas smirked as she started to walk away. She looked over her shoulder and caught Jaina stealing a glance to the window, the orange glow starting to rage through the Stormwind Keep Gardens with tears in her eyes she slumped in her smoking chains, defeated she bit her lip to bite back a sob.
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"WAIT!"
The morning, dusky glow rose over the bed that Jaina Proudmoore was dozing in. Basking in the amber light she stirred rubbing her eyes, the dust falling over her hands. She held her head rubbing at her temples, her dreams had been hazy and thick like a fog. She preferred when she had a dreamless sleep. The less anxiety caused this upcoming week the better. She groaned as she leaned back against the velvet head board. Her headache already building. She squinted her gaze out onto the balcony, looking to the cathedral clock as it chimed 11 in the morning. God she missed the sea air. Stormwind was the finest city she had ever lived in but heart belonged to the sea. It was an abnormally hot summer this year. She gulped down water from her bedside table trying to recover her sense as if she was hung over.
11am...
Shit! she was running late with her meeting with her favourite king and nephew. She didn't normally sleep this well into the start of the day. She cursed Anduin under her breath, he must have had a rogue or druid slip something into her cup last night in the tavern. He knew she hadn't been sleeping properly since Theremore. Ever since the war with the Horde ended on a mutal and temporary truce to bury the dead and recover some what the nightmares had gotten worse. A particular Banshee and Warcheif of the horde forevever plaguing her dreams along with Arthas. She pulled on her mage robes and quickly pulled her hands through her hair and put it into her signiture braid, the blonde steak falling forward to frame her face. She turned to the polished silver, her reflection a constant reminder of the pain. Jaina Proudmoore never did show fear but there was something about the Banshee that unnerved her. She put it down to the fact she was a walking coprse risen by Him. She scoffed at her own thoughts and brushed them aside.
Jaina thundered through the wooden doors and down the spiraling stair cases into the depths of the keep.
Jaina scoffed as she walked through her portal onto the other side of it. Why did Anduin still look suprised that she could magically appear anywhere she liked in an instant. She strode over to the High King and snapped his jaw shut with a wave of her hand, "Don't stand there with your jaw open Anduin. I know what you did last night, was it a druid or a rogue you had slip purple lotus into my drink ?" she gave him an expectant look from accross the breakfast table.
"Good morning to you too, Aunty." he smirked.
Jaina Proudmoore scoffed and puffed her hair out of her face and pulled out a heavy chair and flopped down onto it. "Sorry, I thought you could use the sleep. I've been very worried about you Jaina. I know you havn't been the same since Theramore but -"
She waved her hand quickly and he found his mouth closed shut "Don't use Theramore as an example. Anduin, you know better." she cut in distastefully. The sour taste of Theremore still cut deep-too deep. He gave her his beautiful puppy eyed dog look. She sighed and waved her hand again and leaned her head into her hand resting on the table. "All I meant to say" he started putting his hands up passively " Was that you're only human Jaina, you need to eat and sleep. Take care of yourself Aunty. I worry about you."
"You speak some sense for a very young man" she grinned, lifting an apple while her magic conjoured an extreamly hot cup of coffee."I suppose you arn't High King for nothing." she cocked her head to the side smiling at him.
"And you'll put yourself into a sugar coma if you don't cut back on the stuff. How many is that now 4? 5 lumps?"
She playfully eye rolled as she stirred her coffee and brought it to her lips, inhaling the fresh and roasted bean smell. Yes there was nothing like her first cup of coffee for the day. This was bliss. Now she felt she could function. "Have you prepared the notes for this meeting with the Horde then?" another sip.
"Yes and no, Aunty Jaina. I need you to read over the majority of it. I've been researching as much as I can for it. Of past peace agreements and what not. But in truth I just don't know If the Horde will agree 100% to this peace talk proccess." he signed heavily.
"As much as what I despise the Horde Anduin, peace is what we need. It's what Azeroth needs. She is on her knees. The Horde know this. We gave them time to bury their dead and recover, they did the same to us. Not much more other than corpses can come from continued fighting. " she shifted in her seat "I'm just not sure that The Banshee will agree. You must present formidable arguments as to why we need peace other than the obvious"
"It's Greymane, Tyrande and Alleria I worry about. Greymane wants the Banshee ripped out over the table. Tyrande, well she has every reason to want the Banshee permanently 10 feet under ground. I can't blame her on that one. What the Banshee did was horrific. And they're still cleaning that mess up and burying their own dead from it. " He paused unsure." And Alleria-"
"Her sister? What of her-"
"Alleria agreed to meet with Sylvanas quite recently and Vareesa. Vareesa tried to unite the sisters. It didn't end well. The two elves had their arrows at each others throats."
Jaina's eyebrow raised in suspicion, "Vereesa didn't tell me any of this when I met her last night before you and Greymane came along." another sip.
"Jaina -Aunty-I don't mean to pry but are you and Vereesa an item?" he asked, awkwardly blushing a thousand shades of pink.
Jaina eyed him , that was a very big assumption. One she wasn't sure of herself. She had been seeing Vereesa on and off but hadn't thought of asking the status of their relationship. She was just going with it. Strange it was Sylvanas's sister. Yes they looked alike but were on two totally different ends of the spectrum. She shrugged refilling her coffee." Honestly Newphew, I'm not sure. We enjoy each others company and friendship. But it's nothing entirely serious.I think. We have been trying to keep it quiet."
"I have my spies" he smirked, of course he did she thought " does she make you happy?"
"Yes" she didn't need to think about the answer. she made a mental note to speak to Vereesa about this meeting they had with the Banshee. "They were sisters I suppose" she trailed off tracing the round rim of her coffee mug. "Still are-just two have sworn their allegance to the Alliance. Probably something Syl-The banshee Queen can't forgive or forget. I'm shocked she turned up at all, but not shocked at drawing arrows at their throats." She swallowed, hard. The Banshee never missed a target.
"Imagine them all in the same room, at the same table." he chuckeled. "I've sent request we use somewhere neutral for this. Dalaran after the first few in Stormwind. I know you have a reluctance to return and for the city to welcome you back but its the only neautral ground we can have both fractions in for longer than a few days."
Jaina took a long sip of her second coffee. Dalaran. Yes the slaughter of Bloodelves she had caused, as a reaction to Theramore. She didn't feel any pang of guilt. She nodded "Anduin I am but a Mage and your Aunty. You are High King. You dont need my acceptance." her face twisted.
"While that Is true, I could just command you with the King's command, Aunty. I want-I need you there. I value your counsel above all else." He lightly touched her arm, smiling up at her.
"Your'e such the charmer. Silver tongued Anduin. " she grinned. "I'll be there don't worry, I want peace as much as you. " She watched him withdraw his hand, the warm comforting touch leaving her cold again.
"I believe it, Aunty. Now are you going to eat more than 2 cups of coffee before you read over my proposals?" he pointed out, eyeing up the apple that she had picked earlier.
Jaina turned her self to look out of the balcony they were on further, watching the crowds of Stormwind go about their daily business. She looked to the docks, craving the sea salt air and the wind through her hair. She tugged and pulled her cloak from it's Anchor clasp "Gods above this heat is stifling!"
She set the apple back into the fruit bowl.
Jaina awoke to the announcement that Sylvanas and her Horde had arrived. She groaned at the mention of the Banshee. It wasn't even sunrise and she hadn't put her paper work down all night. She muttered in a harsh tone under her breath. Cursing the Banshee a thousand times over for her impeccable time keeping. She threw on her morning robe and made her way sleepily to the balcony. Watching the docks intently. She could see the sails of the Banshee's ship. A deep purple, almost a royal colour. Jaina sighed, beckoning to her servant to prepare her for the tyrants arrival.
Jaina stood with Anduin in the war room. Impatiently tapping her staff on the ground. Digging her nails into the wood. Greymane stalked around pacing back and forth, wrestling something with himself.
"Greymane, spit it out." Jaina sighed frustratingly. She needed a nap. Frost started to creep up the staff of hers like vines.
Greymane paused and glared at her, the frost evaporating " I have spies. Spies in Orgrimmar, they reported this morning that the Banshee has inherited death magic somehow. There was an-altercation where she used it." he spat, "She has no honor and no place even being here!" Jaina rolled her eyes, he was pactically foaming at the mouth!
"Even so, I've cast runes and wards that won't allow her to use any magic here." jaina shrugged looking at Anduin. "Death magic you say though? " She side glanced at Anduin.
Greymane eyed Jaina, "Aye, My Lady!"
Jaina turned at the commotion outside the doors and looked at Anduin exasperated. As if they didn't need another reason to aggravate the situation when the Banshee herself stood in the entrance. In all her finary and in all her glory. Jaina eyed her armour, shined to perfection. It wore her like a glove. She watched Greymane growl as she strode past, scoffing at him. "Muzzle your vermin, little lion cub." She grinned flicking her silvery spindles of hair over her shoulder. Jaina couldn't help but grin as she watched her puppet Nathanos plod behind the Banshee.
Anduin put a hand on Greymanes shoulder before he could retaliate. Sylvanas stood before them, "Well, well, well If it isn't Jaina Proudmoore! How's Derek ? " She snarled with venom. Her fangs glinting in the light of the mages blue anger.
"Before You start something you can't finish, Sylvanas Windrunner, I welcome you to Stormwind. I hope your stay will be successful." He said curtly. He gripped Jaina's arm for support reminding her of where she was and because her frosty aura was making him shiver unwillingly.
"Lets get this over with! " Jaina flounced out of the room leaving a trail of frost behind her.
Jaina leant over the bath to run the taps. It had been a long day of peace talks ,introductions and Sylvanas's sarcastic wit that she didn't care for. She just had to keep up appearances. The talk of peace had not gone entirely to shit. She needed to wash the day off.
Sylvannas lurked in the shadows, her eyes never leaving Jaina. She really was at her prettiest when she was soaking in a tub and not with an arrow through her heart. She licked her lips hungrily, watching her prey intently. Jaina's hair, un braided fell loose around her shoulders and over her chest, the way she moaned gently as the steam hissed against Jaina's pale skin. She leaned against the pillar of jaina's apartment to her open balcony, stepping into the light. Jaina's back was facing Sylvanas. Brilliant , Sylvanas thought, unsuspecting. She observed Jaina for a moment, to be sure she was alone and without a servant. Sylvanas's heals clicked on the floor, "My, my, my what do we have here? I spy with my little eye something beginning with J!" she snarled as she leant forward her hands gripping the edges of the tub. Jaina Gasped and then frowned furiously, the steaming water now freezing over. "Don't even bother crying out for your guards, they're-indisposed sorta speak." She snickered splashing the water at Jaina.
Jaina blew the loose wet tendrils out of her face "What do you want Windrunner!? How did you even get past the wards of this room on that thought!?" Jaina cried hotly.
Sylvanas stalked around and edged her hip onto the side of the tub, she gripped Jaina's chin tightly knowing Jaina would try to resist. She held Jaina's gaze, those blue pools burned a bright arcane blaze. "You are so beautiful when you are so angry. Being naked is just the cherry on top. " Sylvanas purred, bopping her button nose with a long finger her gaze flicking downwards over Jaina.
Jaina gritted her teeth trying to struggle out of her grip but she couldn't it was like steel, cold and vice like. "Don't you dare touch me you Bitch!"
Sylvanas dropped her hand from her chin, jaina could feel the red marks starting to appear or was it her face flushed from not just Sylvanas's touch ? Sylvannas booped her on the nose again and Jaina shook her head watching Sylvanas mock her. "ME!? A BITCH!? OH JAINA ! HOW YOU WOUND ME WITH YOUR WORDS" she pretended to swoon onto a cushioned couch. She sprawled seductively onto it. "I want to have a little chat. Woman to Woman" She sat up and stared intently, her red eyes scarlet set aflame.
"Are you even a woman in your undead state?! Spit it out and get out of my sight, infact throw yourself off of that damned peak again and have it over with!" Jaina spat.
Sylvannas laughed and sat cross legged comfortably lounging and poured herself a glass of the wine that Jaina had started. "Such a low blow, Proudmoore. I expected better insults from you." She took a sip "Hhhhhmmmmmm" Her eyes never left Jaina.
Jaina supressed a shudder. "I wouldn't use your magic on me Jaina, it will render itself useless " Jaina opened her mouth in shock, hearing the echo of Greymane's words from earlier. Sylvanas swirled the wine around in her glass. "I have my secrets too Proudmoore. You have always been a lovely and pretty one to bargain for peace, am I not correct?"
Jaina sighed heavily and leaned back against the pillow of her tub, the water instantly melted and went back to steaming , rising into the air like whispering flames "Fine. I will hear you out, but you better give me a glass of wine and you stop pouring when I say so before I put a spike of ice through you!"
"Oh, The Lord Admiral shines through. Cute." Sylvanas strode accross the room with a glass and bottle in hand and started pouring. "I have a proposistion, Proudmoore. If you so desperatley want peace that is." still pouring "that much wine is bad for you in one go, little Mage."
Jaina shot her a warning glare and reluctantly withdrew the glass and gulped a swallow of wine down. "Being in your company, Windrunner, would drive anyone to drink to their death." she muttered gathering the bubbles with her spare hand and trying to cover her modesty.
Sylvanas scoffed, she stood as her eyes bore into Jaina, "Do you want peace or not, Admiral?" She cocked her head to the side and her hips followed . At that moment she looked so much like Vereesa. It was a family trait, obviously. She gulped her wine again, Jaina chided herself secrelty here she was sharing a glass of red with the Banshee Queen! Anduin would have a thousand fits if he knew!
"Maybe, depends If your proposal makes me declare another war on you or not." she shrugged effortlessly. Why did she feel so comfortable around Sylvanas all of a sudden when she usually unnerved her? Another shudder, this one she couldn't supress as Sylvanas walked over to her again leaning on the tub, peering over at Jaina.
"I wouldn't be shy, Proudmoore, we are going to get to know each other soon enough. Its nothing I haven't seen before." she purred her fingers lightly tracing the bath oils slick stain on the surface of the water. "And I would gladly enter a war with you, Proudmoore. But you would be the one on their knees in the end... Like when I remember you in Silvermoon-"
Jaina eyed her curiously, arching a brow. "Excuse me!?" she felt the anger rise to her throat. She didn't know the undead could still remember their life when alive.
"You honestly think I didn't watch you like a hawk when you came to Silvermoon? At 16, you were so young but lets just say it was hard not to look at you, Proudmoore. In them tight little revealing robes. The way your hair shined like the sun itself..."
" That is-"
Sylvanas waved her hand and cut her off "Whether you were trying to impress anyone or not you certainly turned heads. I can see why my dear little sister is attracted to you." She smirked at Jaina's hot face. Jaina could feel herself turning a thousand shades of red, the water starting to bubble with anger "My sister Vereesa a sore spot , Proudmoore? How is the little darling? Still thinks I'm a monster? "
"Tides, Windrunner! You mention her again and I will be forced to start a war I don't want!" Jaina snapped, impatiently.
Sylvanas whipped around all of a sudden, the wine glass dropping and smashing against the floor. Jaina looked either side of her, Sylvanas's arms on either side "I know my sisters more than you do, Proudmoore. You'd do well to remember that. You lay with her, you lay with me. We are of the same blood. The same flesh."
Jaina couldn't help herself when her eyes travelled down to rest on Sylvanas's lips. She was so close that she should feel Sylvanas's death energy thrum off of her. Jaina's breath caught in her throat. She smelled of cold steel with a hint of -Jaina paused- Sun flowers? Sylvanas started to gently brush her nails against Jaina's flushed cheek. Jaina shivered even though the water was piping hot. Jaina wanted to turn away but she felt herself frozen in place. Sylvanas didn't possess this type of magic- how- Sylvanas leaned forward to her ear, lips brushing against it "When you scream you will think of me. When you tip over that edge it will be by my hand, and my hand only " Sylvanas turned to walk away. "My Proposal-" Jaina felt dizzy , felt herself left bereft. She slumped into the tub , panting breathlessly as if she had been running. "Is marriage." the words echoed as Sylvanas faded off into the shadows, the sound of her heals clicking on the stones forever in her ears.
"fuck off Windruner! A political Marriage !? You are out of your mind! That peak in Icecrown awaits you! Do us all a favour!" the steam started to rise from the water as Jaina's temper flared.
With the room incased in ice Jaina threw an ice bolt at the wall, she heard a sheer evil laugh fade into the night.
Those red eyes lurked for hours until Jaina had drifted off into a deep sleep sprawled over her open books, making sure she was not disturbed by a certain little sister of hers