Chapter 19 - Forgetting you
It was not my fault… Stab… I only did what anyone would have done… Stab… Not my fault what happened…
She stabbed the old wooden chair repeatedly with a sharp dagger.
How did I end up here? In this seat? In this position? Stab… Jaina…
She exhaled and closed her eyes. The situation felt strange and she was more unsettled than usual. Normally, this would not touch her. She would brush it off as a casualty and face a new day with a cold face. Sylvanas Windrunner, Warchief of the Horde. In Orgrimmar, in the warchief chair. Her thoughts were getting in the way of her duties but she could not help it.
"Warchief, we have received a letter from the Alliance. They hold a grudge towards us for leaving them at the Broken Shore. However, the Kirin Tor has decided to continue working with us to fight the Legion". Sylvanas looked up the Kor'kron guard delivering the news and her eyes narrowed. "They what?" The Kor'kron guard swallowed. Everyone had great respect for the new warchief, if not a little fear as well. "They will support our forces, my Lady". Sylvanas could not understand why they would do that after she gave the order to leave the island. Leave Varian. She waved her hand to dismiss the guard who hurried out.
Sylvanas walked over to the fireplace. She watched as the flames danced around the logs and it brought her back to the night in the throne room. She and Jaina had made love until the break of dawn and nothing else had mattered in that moment. It seemed so long ago even though it was only three weeks back. But it was all ruined now. Over. Varian had kissed Jaina, her Jaina. The more Sylvanas had thought about it, the more she confident she was Jaina must have kissed him back. Why would she not? A brave man like Varian was admirable and desirable for a woman like her. Sylvanas did not stand a chance of course. She was most likely a 'second-best' until something better like him came along. As if she had given her most precious keepsake to her, her amulet. Called her Dalah' surfal. Fallen for her.
Sylvanas had to laugh at how pathetic it sounded. The Dark Lady in love, she should have known better. Known it would not last. Because why would Jaina choose an evil female corps over a true male hero. That is when she decided to leave Varian to die and be the hero herself. Two in one, Sylvanas had thought. If she could not have Jaina, he could not either. Additionally, she would be the saviour of the Horde. However, what she had not anticipated was to be appointed Warchief by a dying Vol'jin. Being warchief had never crossed her mind and she was still unsure if she liked being so exposed. Her head was a mess and all the emotions she was feeling made her angry. She had vowed to lead the Horde and honour Vol'jin's last words. To do that she had to forget about Jaina; the woman she could not have.
"Sargeant Grimsford!". Sylvanas called her most loyal servant. She cleared her throat. "I need you to resume the provision of my weekly request". Sargeant Grimsford grinned at the Dark Lady. "And what does my Lady desire this week?" Sylvanas kissed her teeth. "Anything will do. But not blonde". Senior Sargeant Grimsford nodded and left to fulfil his orders.
Later that evening Sylvanas was arranging some paperwork regarding re-organising the army for a new battle. The Legion had spread all over the Broken Isles now and gained a strong foothold in several cities. They had to limit the spread of this scourge before Gul'dan could not be reached. It was scary how fast the toxic fel demons duplicated.
"My lady?" Sargeant Grimsford entered the room. Sylvanas looked up at him. "What did you bring me?" Sargeant Grimsford chuckled in excitement with the one upper jaw he had, making him drool. "I definitely think you will enjoy this one, my lady". In came a young high elf lady with long auburn brown hair. She was stunningly beautiful and her eyes glowed light blue like the sky. Sylvanas put her pen down and lifted an eyebrow. "Hello, Sylvanas Windrunner. Long time no see". The high elf said coyly with a voice as soft as honey and walked up to the Dark Lady's desk. She wore a rogue-like outfit; short hot pants, knee high boots and a short tank top chest armor that revealed her abs. Sargeant Grimsford had already left, knowing his services were no longer needed, a deed well done.
"What? You don't recognize me?" The high elf leaned onto the Banshee Queen's desk, exposing her cleavage for Sylvanas to see. She smelt like a mixture of cherry blossom and black roses. Gorgeous, but somewhat dangerous, Sylvanas thought. The Banshee Queen cleared her throat. "Helitha Sunborne, still alive and well". She attempted to not appear tempted and surprised to see her teenage lover again. The high elf smirked. "Warchief Sylvanas. It suits you. Too bad you died. You had such lovely eyes while your heart was still beating". Sylvanas' nose flared and she licked her lips. "And you have not changed I see". Helitha tilted her head: "Oh but you wouldn't want me to change would you?" She walked over to Sylvanas' side and put her hand on her shoulder. Lowering her head so that her dark red lips nearly touched Sylvanas' ear she whispered: "I hear you need some… Motivation. Let me remind you of what I can do". Faster than light travels, Sylvanas rose from her chair and pinned Helitha to the floor and almost snarled at her. The young high elf grinned and bit her lips. "Okay, if you like it that way now".
Sylvanas grabbed Helitha's thighs and pulled the high elf towards her. Conflicting thoughts entered her mind and it was almost like Jaina whispered in her ear: Please, don't do it. You love me. You said you loved me. You meant it right? Sylvanas tried to get Jaina's voice out of her head. No… She had kissed Varian back, she was sure. Besides, she had to lead the Horde now. She could not possibly have a relationship with Jaina as well as that.
"What are you waiting for? Take me for a ride Sylvanas Windrunner". Helitha murmured and licked her index finger flirtatiously. It took all the strength Sylvanas had for her not to. But she needed to forget about Jaina. A woman she could not have.
Sylvanas could almost feel Helitha's desires as she kneeled over the tempting high elf. "Last chance warchief Windrunner". Helitha stared at her. Sylvanas bit her tongue. Sod it, to hell with Jaina, that betrayer. Surely she was bedding others by now, men probably. "You should be more careful what you wish for, Helitha Sunborne. You've never let a banshee handle you" Sylvanas said and revealed her fangs.
