(21) Dream Dropping

Her hair was coming undone, her make up was smeared, and one of her eyes was red like blood. Morgana knew she must've resembled a merciless soldier as she hit shot after shot from atop the Keep. She had to make every shot count if she wanted to survive her punishment for betraying her father's orders.

"Don't talk to her," Farron spat behind Morgana's back.

"You're a tyrant, Farron."

"I'm doing all within my power to ensure Stormwind's and the Alliance's future," Farron answered shortly.

"Are you saying that I am not?"

Don't fight him, Morgana thought. You're going to lose.

"Well, you did just cut things off with a fairly decent future queen option," Farron stated. "I know you might not have felt close to her but she would've taken orders nicely."

"Is everyone a soldier to you?"

Farron laughed, "Will there ever be true long lasting peace?"

In the moment of silence between them Morgana kicked off her very impractical shoes for shooting and reloaded. More words were spoken but Morgana's exhaustion was sneaking up on her. She needed to shift her focus on the task at hand if she wanted to survive a long trip to Northrend.

The skies surprisingly were clearing up. The pillars were taken down as far as Morgana could see and the flying demons were dwindling. But why? Why just have the Legion suddenly appear here?

"A gift from Nathanos," a voice whispered behind her.

Morgana felt a sharp pain in her back before leaving her thoughts for the voice she heard. She cried out before falling to the ground below. Morgana's adrenaline was rushing as her heart pounded in her ears. Her breathing was cut very short as inhaling became immensely painful.

She steadied herself with one hand as she attempted to take the dagger out of her back with the other. The lack of mobility due to the dagger prevented her from even reaching the weapon needless to take it out. Her vision was cutting in and out and all her thoughts dwelled on was the pain and the dagger. The voices around her were muffled as her injury and exhaustion from the battle and the evening before took its toll.

How do I get it out? What do I have for a bandage?

BANG

The noise rang in her ears as her sense of balance now crumbled. Morgana knew she was down on the ground but at that moment felt like she was clutching onto the walls. Her torso now felt warm and her arms started shaking as they attempted to keep her propped up. Morgana made one last attempt at the dagger straining against the pain to remove it.

"Don't think that because you're royalty you're above the laws in Stormwind to prevent you from abusing that power."

"But you're the one that's condemned her to death."

Morgana felt the dagger rip from her back causing her to gasp for air with a dropped jaw. Before she could even enjoy the sudden sharp inhale Morgana felt steady hands around her. They carefully placed one of her arms up and over themselves before lifting her off the Keeps rooftop.

Morgana felt a familiar warmth then as she quickly clasped one hand over her mouth. Her eyes were closed but she squinted hard biting into her hand as she braced herself for the shameful noises she often made in such warmth.

"You're safe, Morgana," a soothing tone of voice. "It's just us now."

Morgana was delirious at this point thinking she was being lowered onto a soft cushion as one warm hand held her neck as the other was placed on her waist. How could they go from the cold rooftop of the Keep to a soft large cushion?

Morgana let out a prolonged whimper as the warmth returned but this time much more intense. She found herself kicking out at the sensation holding the wrist of the hand on her waist and gripping onto the blanket beneath her with the other. Her body jerked, reacting on it's own to the Light and its effects.

"Stay with me, Morgana," he urged her, trying to catch her focus. "Stay with me!"

Morgana's eyes rolled back as she gripped harder trying to stay conscious. Her breathing was staggered even with her mouth gasping for air. Her entire body tingled and felt hot under his touch causing her to flush in his grasp. Morgana felt a few hot tears roll down her cheeks as her body was reaching its capacity.

"I'm almost done," he whispered gently down to her. "Please, stay with me."

Morgana's body jerked once more as her eyes opened, seeing a golden blur hovering over her. She felt safe with him but still knew better than to be alone with the Prince of Stormwind. Her eyes rolled once more as darkness slowly consumed her on a slow exhale.

"Morgana."

Morgana's eyes slowly opened. She knew exactly where she was. She sat up slowly recognizing the couch at her mother's house that she had slept on countless times. Morgana glanced around hoping to see a familiar face.

"Mom?" she called out, turning around to see if she was near.

Morgana stood then and felt a heaviness clinging to her. She glanced down and nearly gasped. Morgana was wearing the gown she wore the previous night with the Prince and the Legion invasion. She slowly looked around again, her heartbeat quickening.

How did I get here? Why am I still wearing this?

A knock at the door came then. Morgana slowly turned to the door before looking back down at her clothing.

I am very overdressed for this. But she is a tailor so I can just say she's still working on it.

A laugh came then. Morgana glanced back up seeing the door open slowly with a familiar face entering. She curtseyed as best she could as Wrynn entered her mother's home. A laugh came again.

"So formal even in your dreams?" Wrynn asked with a warm smile.

"I'm dreaming?" she asked, looking around again.

"Yes."

Her eyes went wide as she returned to him, "Are you dream dropping?"

"Yes."

"That's forbidden!" Morgana said harshly under her breath.

"Not if I'm the one that created the dream," the Prince replied.

Dream dropping was when someone dipped into someone else's dream without permission. It was widely popular years ago when attempting to find information but has since been outlawed. She'd never had a dream dropper before and found the practice of it odd.

"Your father is furious," Wrynn said. "I thought you should know before waking up."

Morgana sighed, "Fair enough."

"He mentioned Northrend," Wrynn continued. "Is he really taking you there?"

"Yes," she answered. "He always does when I've been exceptionally disobedient."

"How long will you be there?"

Morgana sighed again, "The longest I've been there is two weeks but after this… I'd be surprised if I wasn't there for a month."

"A month!?" Wrynn exclaimed. "It's the winter season soon."

"All the more reason to train hard then," Morgana answered, taking a quote from her father.

A pause before Morgana asked, "How long have I been out?"

Wrynn stiffened a laugh, "Just for the night"

"I didn't return home with him?" Morgana exclaimed, glaring at him. "No wonder he's fuming!"

Morgana paused for a moment collecting herself.

"Wake me up," she said. "The longer I'm out the worse it'll be when I get up."

"Alright but one more thing you should know before you do," Wrynn started. "I… I loosened the bodice a little for your comfort as you slept."

Morgan and Wrynn exchanged glances in silence for a moment. Both were slightly flustered in the moments that passed. She saw a rare flush cover the Prince's face and knew hers was the same shade.

"So… you didn't-"

"No! Absolutely not!"