Author's note:
And thus begins chapter 1 of the latest installment of the Evermore series. It will start with World of Warcraft: Legion, and continue with World of Warcraft: Battle For Azeroth, and may go beyond that, depending on how the lore actually goes in-game.

The rating is a hard M, as was the case for the other stories in this series. Prepare for romance, action, adventure, drama, strong sexual content, angst, and, hopefully, a good time! I will do my best to update this story as often as possible, and I hope that you'll enjoy it!

Dedicated to everyone who's pushed me forward and has kept Faith and Sylvanas close to their hearts as I have.

Lots of love,
Lunarelle

I now pronounce you married, two hearts as one.

They were married.

They were married!

Faith looked at Sylvanas, and Sylvanas looked at Faith. Their eyes locked.

They were married!

"Do I need to prompt you?" asked Liadrin quietly after several seconds ticked by with nothing happening. "You may kiss the bride."

Sylvanas took one step forward, wrapping both her arms around Faith's waist, while Faith wrapped her arms around her neck.

"I love you," whispered Faith.

Their lips met.

The audience exploded into cheers and loud clapping, getting to their feet as they watched the two of them kissing like they never had before.

As a married couple.

Married.

The best kiss ever.

Faith's mind spun at the feel of Sylvanas' tongue against hers. It was sensual, amazing, delicious. Like it always had been, but more so. There was a new quality to the kiss, to Sylvanas' touch.

"You are mine," she whispered, pulling away gently.

Sylvanas nodded, "I am yours. And you are mine. Nothing will ever change that, my queen." Another kiss. "My wife."

Her wife.

Laughing suddenly, happy, Faith hugged Sylvanas tightly. Sylvanas laughed as well and lifted her clear off the ground, spinning her around and kissing her again, softly this time.

"I suppose we'd better…" Sylvanas cocked her head to the side, indicating the people still watching them.

"It's only polite. After all, they showed up to see us."

Another kiss, "All right." Stepping back only slightly, but still keeping an arm around Faith's waist, Sylvanas turned to face the people who were still watching them.

Almost immediately, Rotvine came to them, throwing both his arms around them and hugging them tightly. They both hugged him back, lingering for a moment.

"Thank you…" whispered Faith, her voice shaking with emotion. "Carrick, I…"

"It was my pleasure." He looked at them, beaming to the best of his abilities. "You're finally married. I can't believe it took you so long."

"Imagine how we feel," said Sylvanas. "You know, you didn't have to do all of this."

He smiled, "I did, and I was happy to."

Sylvanas squeezed his shoulder, "Thank you."

"Anytime. It was just a bit of magic, anyway. And I didn't really do it alone."

"No, you invested the entire First Magi Corps for this," said Faith, smiling at him.

He nodded, "Well, yes… but look at how far they've come since we first created the unit. This was a good test of their abilities."

"I agree. But this afternoon, work on battle drills with them, please. Maybe you can put some of this into practice."

"How?"

"If you warm up the lights some more it could serve as a source of heat during cold nights."

"They only last a couple of hours."

"A couple of hours is better than nothing, and these are less dangerous than fire."

Rotvine smiled at her, "We'll work on that while the two of you go on your honeymoon."

"Honeymoon?" they asked together.

"Carrick, we have no time for that," said Sylvanas. "We shouldn't have even taken this long for the wedding."

"Of course you should have. It's only natural. And your honeymoon doesn't have to be two weeks long. It can be just an afternoon or something."

Faith shook her head, "We'll go on a honeymoon when the Burning Legion isn't trying to destroy Azeroth." She held up a hand, "I know you want us to have it all. So do we. But we have to be realistic about this."

"I am being realistic. Sylvanas, you're warchief, and Faith is your wife. You can both delegate tasks to everyone else and take time for yourselves."

"I love that you're thinking about us," Sylvanas told him, trying not to grin at the thought of Faith being her wife. "But Faith is right. We'll have a honeymoon when this war is over."

Lor'themar stepped forward, hugging Faith tightly, "It just doesn't seem fair that you're not having a honeymoon." He kissed her cheek, "Congratulations, sweetheart. I can't imagine how happy you are right now."

"I can't… I can't put it into words at the moment," she said. It's a little surreal."

"More than a little, I reckon, considering how long you've waited for this moment."

Sylvanas smiled, pulling Faith closer to her. "It's been a long time coming," she agreed. Come on, let's go mingle with people for a while before we make ourselves scarce."

"We have a breakfast for everyone," said Rotvine. "Baine did it."

"More feasts? Where exactly are we getting the money for all of this?"

"Ah, Sylvanas, we haven't had much reason to celebrate for quite some time. Let people congratulate you and drink in your honor."

"Sunwell knows half of them don't want me near the role as warchief," she muttered. "I suspect most of them are relieved that I've finally married Faith."

Lor'themar bit his lip, then nodded. "Yes. Many of your subjects – regardless of race – think that you're more approachable when Faith is around."

"You can't really fault them for that, honey," Faith told her.

"No. I suppose I can't." She shook her head, "Well, let us not deprive the good citizens of the Horde of a good celebratory breakfast."

The two of them began to walk back down the aisle, accepting congratulations from all sides. It was whirlwind of emotions that went on for the better part of an hour, as everyone wanted to share in their happiness. Faith couldn't stop smiling, and she caught Sylvanas doing so as well on more than one occasion as they walked around, hand-in-hand.

"I don't suppose I could steal you away for a minute or two?" whispered Sylvanas, leaning close to Faith's ear and kissing it gently. She smiled when the ear twitched in response, which caused her to kiss it again.

"Stop it, you monster," said Faith through clenched teeth. "Or I'll ravage you right where you stand."

"You may ravage me whenever you want. You're my wife."

Making a happy sound, Faith hugged Sylvanas tightly, laughing. "Oh, I love you."

"I love you." Smiling, practically beaming, Sylvanas kissed her, deeply. "You look beautiful, by the way. I don't think I told you that."

"You did," said Faith, rubbing their noses together softly. "Just not out loud. I just happened to hear your thoughts." She kissed her again. "You will be wearing that outfit every day for the rest of your life, you realize."

Sylvanas chuckled, "Maybe behind closed doors."

"You're wearing white. I didn't think I'd ever see you wearing white again. You look… virginal."

This time, Sylvanas burst into laughter, "I haven't been that in over a century and a half, love."

"The look suits you."

She shook her head, but kissed Faith's forehead, "Thank you. Now, will you come with me? Just for a minute?"

"I'll go with you anywhere you want, my bride."

People pretended not to notice when the two of them suddenly disappeared, taking a portal that opened directly into their chambers.

"By the gods, Faith, I thought I'd never get you alone," said Sylvanas, immediately pulling her close to kiss her. "Come here."

Faith did, gladly submitting to Sylvanas' wishes. "You know as well as I do that a couple never spends time alone together on their wedding day. Everything happens on the wedding night."

"The wedding night…" Sylvanas looked at her and took her face in her hands, her thumbs stroking her cheeks. "Faith. We're married."

They were married.

"I love you so much," whispered Faith, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I love you, my darling girl." She pressed their foreheads together, wishing she could breathe her in. "Do you think it'll be different between us?"

"What, sex? Our relationship?"

"I dunno… everything, I guess."

"Sylvanas, I love you more now than I did early this morning, which is more than I loved you yesterday, and more than I loved you ten years ago. My love for you grows every day, just like yours does for me." Faith kissed her, "I don't know how different things are going to be now. I mean, maybe we'll still be the same passionate fools we've always been, and maybe we'll mellow out a little."

"Mellow out? You think we're going to take our relationship for granted now that we're married?"

Faith smiled, "Have we ever?" she asked, her arms around Sylvanas' neck.

"No. Not really."

"Then there's no reason to think that it's going to happen now. But… maybe we won't always have that sense of urgency."

"The one we have all the time because something's going to rip us apart?"

A nod, "Yeah, that one. Maybe we'll be able to relax now and just… be together."

"Be together," whispered Sylvanas. "That's good. That's really good." They kissed, "Do you want to make love?"

"Belore, Sylvanas, I'm about to explode…"

Sylvanas laughed, "Yeah, I can sense your lust."

"Can we, you think?"

"How long did it take you to put on your dress?"

"I used magic, so not that…" her voice trailed off when she felt Sylvanas rubbing a knee between her legs.

"I'll be brief." She knelt, slowly pulling up Faith's dress and kissing her thigh. She came to the garter and chuckled, "That's unbearably sexy, you know that?"

"Oh… feel free to take advantage of it sweetheart."

She intended to. "Titans, you're turned on," she whispered, reaching the entrance to Faith's body.

Faith moaned, "I told you…"

Wasting no time, Sylvanas lapped at the juices on Faith's skin, slowly, lovingly. Faith needed her so badly that it took no time at all for her to climax, stifling her cries against her hand. She shook, sitting suddenly on the bed, spent, her orgasm ebbing away.

"Thank you…" she whispered as Sylvanas moved away from her and smoothed the folds of her dress down again. "That was just what I needed. Come here."

"I'm okay."

"Yeah, I know you're okay. But I need you to come over here because I want your taste on my tongue."

Sylvanas uttered a soft curse, "The things you say to me…" She undid the belt at her waist, and Faith pulled her leggings down, placing a hand at the back of Sylvanas' thigh and bringing her closer to her lips. "I won't last."

"I thought you said you were okay?" asked Faith, innocently blowing on the exposed skin in front of her.

"Just because I want to pin you to a wall and make love to you until you scream doesn't mean I'm not okay."

"Mmm. If you say so." With infinite slowness, wanting to tease, Faith came closer and closer to Sylvanas' hip. She kissed it gently, nipping at the flesh until Sylvanas put a hand on her shoulder. "Want me to go on?"

"Tease me later…" she whispered.

Half an hour later, they were back in the ruins, amongst the people who were still enjoying the breakfast spread that Baine and the other leaders of the Horde had provided for them.

"I have to say, if I were alive, I'd probably gorge myself on all that food," commented Sylvanas.

"As if you hadn't gorged yourself enough just a few minutes ago," whispered Faith to her.

"It's never enough."

"Can't argue with that. I think we still have lost time to make up for."

Sylvanas glanced at her, "Lost time?"

"For the eighty-odd years spent dancing around each other, not doing anything."

"We'd need to be in bed all day and all night for at least a year to make up for that kind of time, honey. And even then I don't think it would cover it." She very nearly giggled at the look on Faith's face. "Oh, we like that idea, don't we?"

"We do indeed." Lacing their fingers together, she brought them to an improvised dance floor where several couples were dancing, including Rotvine and Liadrin. "Shall we?"

A nod.

The moment the two of them stepped onto the dance floor, everything transformed, a canopy of bridal mist appearing over them, its petals falling softly. The music changed to a slow symphony of love Sylvanas had heard on several occasions at home.

"I've always wanted to dance to that with you," she murmured.

"You know, you could have made it happen at any time," whispered Faith as she settled into Sylvanas' arms and they began to dance. "All you had to do was ask."

"I know," she said quietly. "But there didn't seem to be much of a point."

"Being together, holding each other and feeling our love."

A soft smile, "Maybe."

"Sylvanas Windrunner, you love it, and you will never be able to tell me otherwise."

"Am I still a Windrunner?" she asked gently. "Will you take my name, or shall I take yours?"

Faith looked up at her, "What would you prefer?"

"I just asked you."

"I've always wanted to be a Windrunner," said Faith, her voice barely audible.

"Faith Windrunner." The sound of that name on her lips sent delicious shivers up and down Sylvanas' spine. "It suits you, my love." She kissed her deeply, "I had a feeling you would take my name someday." Her chin trembled suddenly, and she blinked, clearing her throat. "Thank you, Faith. Thank you for loving me."

Faith stroked Sylvanas' cheeks slowly, "You never have to thank me for that."

"Oh, but I do." Overwhelmed with emotion, she rested her head against Faith's shoulder, closing her eyes and holding her tightly. Her wife. "You're my wife," she whispered.

"I am," said Faith, grinning.

"I get to keep you?"

"Sylvanas. I'm yours. I've always been yours, and I always will be yours. Of course, you get to keep me."

She tightened her grip on Faith, almost as though she were trying to merge their bodies together. Faith accommodated her, making minute adjustments in her position to make it seem like they were physically closer.

"Look at them," whispered Lor'themar to Halduron, watching them. "I never thought I would get to see this after everything that happened to them."

Halduron nodded, "They're still afraid that something's going to happen to wrench them apart, aren't they?"

"There's always that possibility, isn't there? We all know that even marriage isn't permanent and that one of them could be killed in some way or another. It's horrible to think about, but it's just the reality of things. I mean, look at what happened with Rhonin and Vereesa."

Sylvanas heard them and held Faith tighter still.

"Honey," whispered Faith. "Look at me." She waited for Sylvanas to raise her head before continuing. "I'm here, and we're together. Nothing's going to change that, I promise."

The festivities went on for the rest of the morning. Sylvanas addressed them shortly before noon, still holding Faith close to her.

"Thank you again for partaking in this," she said quietly. "I… we appreciate it."

Faith nodded, "Honestly, we're both overwhelmed that so many of you came, despite how busy you all are. Your support means a lot to us."

Sylvanas smiled, "And as much as I know you'd like to keep celebrating until tomorrow, we do have a war to prepare for, so I'll ask you to get back to that now."

People began to walk away after congratulating them one last time, but the leaders of the Horde remained, along with several others.

"Will there be a coronation ceremony for Faith?" asked Rotvine. "I mean, she is Queen of Undercity now that she's married you."

"No I'm not," said Faith.

"You are, actually," Sylvanas told her. "You're leading with me now."

Faith looked at her, surprised.

We never had an official rule for that, because I guess we never had to, Sylvanas said into her mind. But I'm Queen of Undercity, and Warchief of the Horde, and you'll be ruling with me from now on. If that's something you would like to do, that is.

Something she would like to do? Help rule the Horde in an official capacity?

You can do it, I know you can. Besides… you promised Vol'jin that you would.

"All right…" she said quietly. "If that's what you want."

Sylvanas squeezed Faith's hand, "It is." She turned towards Rotvine, "We could have an official coronation for Faith, I suppose. It would only be right."

"You didn't have a coronation ceremony when you founded the Undercity," Faith told her.

"Well, no. I kind of became the de facto leader here."

"And you don't have a crown, which means I don't need one."

"We don't have a crown for you in any case."

Rotvine cleared his throat, "That's not precisely true."

"You have a crown for her?" asked Sylvanas, her voice suddenly pitching high.

"For you too, come to that. I've always had one, but… if you'll allow me to speak freely, you've never seemed the kind of person to ever wear anything like that."

Faith couldn't help but laugh a little at the thought of Sylvanas wearing any kind of crown on her head.

"Good call," she said, squeezing Faith's fingers again. "But a crown would actually… really suit Faith."

"Sylvanas, my love," said Faith, fully turning towards her, "I am not going to wear a crown."

Sylvanas smiled. "When did you have them made?"

"A few years ago."

"A few years ago?"

"It seemed appropriate, since you were queen, and your relationship with Faith was unshakeable. Come on, I'll show you." He began to lead them away from the courtyard, asking several people who were there to start cleaning up.

"Sylvanas, I'm not wearing a crown," said Faith again as they walked back into the city.

"Yes, you are. It'll look amazing on you."

"You would think I looked amazing if I suddenly transformed my hair into spider webs," she muttered.

A smile, "True." She kissed Faith's temple, "Humor me, please."

"Don't I always?" She made to turn towards the elevators, but Rotvine shook his head, "I keep them topside. I have a room here that I use as a personal space."

"But you have an office two doors down from us," said Sylvanas.

"Yeah, but you two are always in there. It's not easy to keep a secret when you're around all the time."

"Carrick, how long have you been planning my wedding to Faith?"

He didn't answer, instead opening a door that had been hidden behind a fallen column.

The office they stepped into had once been a storage room. It was small, barely big enough to accommodate them all, but it was comfortable, with a small ornate desk, three squashy armchairs, and a bookcase that was filled with leather-bound volumes and many scrolls. On the walls were maps and swirling magical diagrams, one of which depicted the transforming dance floor from earlier that morning.

"So you've been hiding your magic here all this time?" Faith asked him.

He nodded. "I'm sorry. I never meant to keep secrets, but I found that being alone sometimes was beneficial for me."

"There's no need to apologize, Carrick. I wish you'd told me about this, though. We could have arranged something a little less remote."

"I think that's the whole point, love," whispered Faith.

"Are you saying I'm overbearing?"

"I said nothing of the sort." She looked at Rotvine, "What have you got for us?"

"I had them made almost simultaneously, using elements of saronite because it looked good, I have to say." He tapped a stone in the wall, and it dissolved under his touch, revealing two headpieces on a pale satin pillow. Using a spell, he summoned the pillow to him so that they would be able to see them better.

They were beautiful to behold, there was no arguing that. The larger of the crowns was actually a five-point tiara with delicate arches and five small red gems on each point, which glowed almost exactly like Sylvanas' eyes did. The gems contrasted sharply with the black saronite, which was veined with blue-green that seemed to glow.

The second tiara was smaller, with three points instead of five, and just as delicate as the first one, topped with three white crystals that reminded Faith of the color of her skin. "You changed the color of the gems on this one, didn't you?" she asked in a whisper.

"I did, yes," he said. "The gems used to be amber in color, but… after you died… I don't know, I liked this better."

"They're things of beauty, Carrick," said Lor'themar.

Rotvine inclined his head, "Thank you.

Faith was looking at Sylvanas, who was staring at the tiaras with an odd look on her face. "You're going to insist on a coronation ceremony, aren't you?"

"I am."

"Sylvanas, there's no time for it."

"We'll make time. It doesn't have to be long. You walk into the throne room, I place this on your head, and that's all."

Recognizing that Sylvanas' mind was made up, Faith didn't argue, squeezing her fingers instead, "Whatever makes you happy. But you'll have to do me one tiny favor."

"What's that?"

"You have to wear your tiara too."