Chapter 7 – In Dalaran:
14.06.14 – Dalaran
Dear diary.
Today marks 3 months since my short visit in the Undercity. The visit that changed my life forever. I felt like we would take on the world together one kiss at the time. We were going to make great things happen. Like that night in my chamber…
I have not heard from Sylvanas Windrunner since that day in the throne room. Not a single response to one of my many letters. My heart is not mending. I had no idea how much that night meant to me until I arrived home in Dalaran and could not speak with her. I do not know why she sent me away so abruptly but I must find out. So I can move on. I must know…
Jaina slowly closed her diary and sealed it with a spell. These words were for no one to read. They were words Jaina didn't even want to say out loud. She lifted the glass of aged Dalaran red wine and gulped it down. She hadn't been herself these past months after returning from the Undercity. Jaina Proudmoore was the leader of The Kirin Tor, a strong, fearless and powerful mage. It was unusual for her to experience the feeling of being dependent on something or someone. Jaina had never let herself get attached to anyone before. She thought of the relationship she once had with Arthas before he became the Lich King. Not even Arthas had made her so… weak.
When Jaina thought of it, it all sounded so absurd. Sure, they only shared one night together. But yet it wounded her soul that she didn't know why Sylvanas had rejected her so sudden and ordered her departure so soon. How could she feel this way for the Banshee Queen of the Forsaken of all people? And so fast! She should have known this would happen. By involving herself with Sylvanas who only looked out for number one, how could she expect more? Jaina must have meant nothing to Sylvanas she thought. Was it the feeling of rejection Jaina struggled with perhaps? She had never been rejected before. "Bitch…" Jaina blurted out drunkenly and threw her empty glass of wine in her bedroom wall.
"Are you okay darling?" Kalecgos stood in the doorway and looked worryingly at Jaina. "LEAVE!" Jaina screamed at him. "But Jaina honey…" "I am NOT your honey. How many times do I have to tell you Kalec. We are done! FINISHED!" She lifted her bedside lamp and threw it at Kalec but missed so the lamp hit the wall and broke into a thousand pieces. Just like my heart, Jaina thought. "I know, you have made yourself very clear on multiple occasions Jaina. But that doesn't mean that I don't care for you". "Well don't. Just leave me alone Kalec". Jaina watched Kalec as he closed her door.
Sylvanas was like a black cloud over her now, driving her crazy and irrational. Jaina had evaluated the situation in her head and tried to come up with a million excuses to herself as to why she felt the way she felt. That she was simply lonely and that Sylvanas gave her attention. That she was scared into it all. That she thought it would fix the bonds between the Horde and the Alliance. That she felt sorry for Sylvanas. But that was all they were… Excuses. Because the truth was, the Dark Lady of the Forsaken had swept Jaina off her feet and brought her to heights she had never before experienced. She had warmed Jaina's heart without trying. Jaina had enjoyed every second of every minute in Undercity with Sylvanas. Just being close to her had made Jaina happy. Though she had no idea why, she had to admit she was truly fond of the Banshee Queen.
Jaina took a deep breath. There was no way she could let this keep on going. She was a mess and the people of Dalaran needed her. She had a job to do as a leader. Nobody actually knew where Jaina had been those days she had spent with Sylvanas. Jaina had made up a story to Kalec about being lost in the woods and too weak to teleport home. He didn't seem to believe her, however with Jaina's mood, there was no way he would ask further questions. "This is ridiculous" Jaina stated to herself. She grabbed a feather pen and ink. "This will be my last, tomorrow the leader of The Kirin Tor will be back".
Lady Windrunner,
I have written to you on several occasions but I have never received a reply. I want you to know I will not contact you again nor should you reach out to me. This will be my last letter to you. What we shared will be forgotten and I will never think of it again. It clearly did not mean anything and I would appreciate that all contact between The Kirin Tor and the Forsaken from now on will be on strictly formal terms.
Last regards,
- Jaina Proudmoore
Jaina bit her teeth together. "This is it" she sighed. She ran out to the tower where the ravens used for messages resided. She tied the letter to a raven's foot and watched it fly out in the dark. "Goodbye, Lady Windrunner" Jaina whispered as she closed her eyes and felt a tear fall down her cold human cheek. She turned around and took a deep breath, opened her eyes confidently and said "For the Alliance!"
