Chapter 20 – Someone that was not me
She sat quietly in the tavern and stared in the ale she had been served. Jolly music filled the room and people chatted lightly. Most seem to simply enjoy each other's company and the odd couple danced. She was the only one who sat alone. Behind her she overheard an elf say to an orc who seemed to be her friend: "Oh yes last night was great. I couldn't get enough. She used to be shy, but not anymore!" Jaina scoffed at the words she heard and rolled her eyes.
Jaina continued to stare down in her ale. She felt the dagger she had in her pocket. Making sure it was still there, that the blade was still sharp. It had not been easy to enter Orgrimmar unrecognised, but with an orb of sin'dorei she had stolen before leaving Dalaran, she had walked straight in disguised as a blood elf. Now she just had to remain anonymous as the effect of the orb had ran out.
"Yes I know right. I thought I was experienced but she is completely out of my league now". The orc chuckled and asked if they would see each other again. "I'm definitely not done with her". The elf let out a dirty laughter. "I wasn't going to kiss and tell but me and the warchief used to be lovers when we were teenagers. But let's just say last night… She must have learnt that in the undeath because… oh… my". She made a gesture to articulate the pleasure she had received.
Jaina's nose flared. Fury bubbled inside her. Okay, so Sylvanas was already bedding others. Filthy elves even. She trembled in the chair she was sat, biting her tongue and piercing the skin on her thumb with the dagger in her pocket. She felt blood stream down her hand but she did not care. That whore Sylvanas. Supposedly warchief. Even Jaina thought she shamed the title. That was when she remembered the name of the elf. Sylvanas had been reminded by Vereesa that night they enjoyed a feast in her room. Helitha Sunborne. Jaina stood up so quickly that her chair fell behind her. The elf scolded at her. "What's your problem? Anger issues much!" Helitha gave Jaina a downgrading look. Jaina wanted nothing but to incinerate her with spells. She could feel the arcane magic boil inside her. However, she bit her teeth together and rushed out before more people in the tavern could ask questions or worse, expose her disguise.
Sylvanas laid in bed. Her thoughts were hazy and she felt nothing but darkness. She had touched someone that was not Jaina again. It felt odd going back to old habits after accepting the way she felt about Jaina. But she had to forget about her right? Sylvanas turned over in bed. Helitha Sunborne. Sylvanas did not know she still breathed and walked the lands of Azeroth. She had not changed much. Still as dirty and coy as when she broke her heart as young elves. Well, Helitha was the one who would break this time. Sylvanas had plans for her former lover as soon as she had used her as many times as she wished. For now, Sylvanas was happy to call on her whenever she felt like forgetting Jaina.
Sylvanas closed her eyes and tried to focus on sleeping. Sleeping was not an easy task for an undead but even dead people needed rest. "Don't move a muscle or I will slit your throat and let you bleed out right here". Sylvanas opened her eyes quickly as she felt a cold blade on her throat. It was ready to pierce her carotid artery any second. She knew the voice well. However, the silky and smooth loving tremble in the voice was swapped with hatred and despair. "Jaina…" Sylvanas swallowed. Jaina pressed the blade harder against Sylvanas' throat. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you and rip your guts out you disgusting banshee". Sylvanas waited a moment to reply. Death scared her. Hell was real. She had seen it and let alone felt it. Never would she ever go back. Besides, her Val'kyr were too precious to waste on a stupid moment like this. She closed her eyes and hoped her answer would be the right one for Jaina to remove her dagger. "Speak up you undead scum!" Jana raised her voice and slapped Sylvanas hard around her face. "You kissed him…" Sylvanas said and bit her tongue thinking there was a slight chance she might die any moment. "Excuse me?!" Jaina sounded shocked. Sylvanas opened her eyes. "You kissed him. Someone that was not me. I made him pay for that".
It was not the answer Jaina had expected at all. "He kissed me! What the hell is wrong with you?!" "You kissed him back. I could smell the passion from miles away. As well, I only did what was right for the Horde. My warchief was dying in my arms". Jaina felt confusion rush through her and she thought back to when Varian had kissed her. Had she kissed him back? She couldn't have, she had loved Sylvanas. "I did not kiss him back! It all went so fast and then he died! You let him die!" Sylvanas could not believe Jaina was here, attempting to bring her to justice for her crimes. However, Sylvanas was not one that cared for petty arguments with ex-lovers. Because that is what she was. Jaina could deny it all she wanted, but she had seen it. The way she closed her eyes when Varian's lips met hers. Liar.
Before Jaina could react, the Banshee Queen turned around, grabbed Jaina's throat and pinned her to the wall. "Now tell me what you really want from me Lady Proudmoore. You didn't come here to have a pathetic verbal fight. You should have ended me while you had the chance. Why didn't you?" Jaina's only reply was to spit in Sylvanas' face. She could see how the fury inside Sylvanas grew uncontrollably and that one more wrong step could get her killed. "If that is the way you want it…" Sylvanas' voice was colder than ever and in that moment it was like all the love between them perished. Jaina swallowed. "Do what you want Sylvanas. I don't give a shit anymore. You are straight through evil! You never cared about me and you will never care about anyone but yourself. So go back to being the fucking warchief of the Horde and sleep with petty little elves from your past. I don't care anymore".
Sylvanas' nose flared. How dared she speak to her like this? She was Sylvanas Windrunner, warchief of the Horde. She would not allow a human to address her this way. Not even Jaina. "GUARDS!" Three Kor'kron guards came running into her room as Sylvanas was still pinning the young sorceress to the wall. "Make sure this pathetic excuse of a human do not enjoy her time in the dungeons. Take her away and shape up the guarding around here! You fools let this cockroach wander straight in! Next time, I will have your meaningless heads on stakes!" The Dark Lady's voice sent shivers down everyone's spine. "Yes warchief, straight away my lady!" The Kor'kron guards grabbed Jaina and led her out of the room towards the dungeons. Senior Sergeant Grimsford snuck in. "Was that Lady Proudmoore, my lady?" He looked confused. "Yes… Make sure she suffers throughout the duration of her stay here". Sylvanas's red eyes glared at him. "I thought you were fond of Lady Proudmoore, my queen?" "Sergeant! Do not test me tonight!" "Of course not my lady". Senior Sergeant Grimsford bowed before his queen and left.
