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For the first time in nearly two months, Alcmene was finally feeling like a princess again. She had spent the last two days doing as she pleased and enjoyed the freedom Amathan was allowing her to have. First, she had simply wandered the city, with an escort of course, and was polite to all she saw on her way. Several whispered, gave her stares, and others spat discreetly or perhaps not so discreetly. Various men ogled her. One woman began singing a song that was meant to glorify the Alliance. Much to her own surprise, none of this bothered her. She simply held her head high and continued on.

The princess had then wandered through Amathan's home, browsing through his library and room of artifacts. He was certainly a traveled warlock, for he possessed items from all over the world. She felt small and meager compared to his medals and awards that lined the walls. All she carried was a title based on her family. Amathan held a title and so much more, all because he earned it through hard work and persistence. She had simply been born a princess. What did that mean? She shook her head, angry with herself for discrediting her heritage. Sure, she hadn't been awarded any prize for being noble, but her line was proud and consisted only of capable rulers. She had been destined to lead, if not in the highest position then alongside Kael'thas. Her people looked to her for poise and collectiveness. Though her role had been so far less strenuous physically, it had certainly not been easy trying to be perfect.

At the end of his wall of glory, Alcmene noticed a painting sitting atop a small chest. It was of a prestigious Night Elf embellished in Alliance finery. She walked closer to get a better look and realized it was his father, based on the gold nameplate at the bottom. She picked it up to hold it closer when she felt a thin parchment behind the portrait. Carefully removing the brown paper, she unfolded it after looking around the room for anyone who might be watching her. She didn't want Amathan thinking she was snooping on purpose. That was the last thing she needed.

Her curiosity got the better of her and she began to read the small letter. It was faded and hard to make out, especially since it was in an older, more formal form of written Darnassian.

It read:

My Son,

Words cannot express how proud I am of all of your accomplishments. Your trainers assure me you will go far in the service of the Alliance and they have high hopes for you, as do I. Your one of a kind abilities have set you a part from your peers and for that they will only continue to envy your talent. Despite all that was set against you from birth, you have proven everyone wrong. Please do not harbor harsh feelings towards me for causing you this struggle, for I feel it truly encouraged you in an impeccable manner. Never permit anyone to insult you for what fault is mine, Amathan. Use your achievements as well as your hindrances to your advantage and you will forever flourish.

Alcmene placed the folded letter back behind the painting at sat for a moment in the plush chair nearby, baffled by the letter. She assumed the letter was given to Amathan when he completed his preliminary warlock training or perhaps graduated from some kind of academy, but what was this supposed disadvantage he possessed from birth? Had he been born with some sort of defect? She remembered that his father seemed to take the blame for this hindrance. For some time, she pondered what this could possibly be. Perhaps one day she would ask him or maybe he would tell her so that she did not have to reveal she read something that he likely considered very personal. She sighed and stood up, gazing out into the early evening sky. Tonight would be the night. She had made up her mind that she would only worsen things for herself if she waited any longer. It was inevitable. The sun was setting on the day and she felt she could not escape the pull of the night. Deciding it was now or never, she took a deep breath and headed towards her room, taking the hallway that passed the concubine chambers. She needed some help with this…task that lay before her.

Alcmene slowed as she reached the harem, eying the hallway cautiously from around the corner. She waited for a sign that someone might be near, hoping she might somehow persuade one of them to help her.

"Looking for something?" a sultry voice echoed behind her. She gasped and turned to see a pretty Blood Elf girl dressed in a provocative gown. The girl was shorter than Alcmene, brunette, and had much larger breasts. Alcmene had seen this girl before, whispering behind a colorful fan to another concubine as she had passed by. She placed a hand on her hip as she smirked, waiting for the princess's answer.

"I…um…" she stuttered, not sure of what to say.

"Did you get lost? Your room isn't near here. I'm sure you wish you were one of us sometimes, but after all, you're a princess," the concubine snickered as she shifted her weight.

"A princess of your people," Alcmene said softly, hoping to gain insight as to why this girl left her kind.

"I no longer relate to the Blood Elves nor do I consider myself one. There was nothing for me among them. You are not my princess," she replied, crossing her arms.

"Oh, I see. Well then, your green eyes and addiction to magic, tell me, how have you escaped these things?" Alcmene asked, sarcastically. The elf's expression grew dark, as she felt insulted by the princess's remark.

"Is this what you came here for? To insult me and remind me of my past? If you're hoping I'll regain my loyalty and help you escape, you're wrong!" she cried.

"I came to ask for your help," Alcmene confessed abruptly.

"Help?" she laughed in disbelief as she pointed to herself. "What could I possibly help you with?"

"Since Lord Amathan saved me from the Scourge that attacked, I owe him my life. You know as well as I that he would never need me to help save him, so…we arranged another method of payment," Alcmene explained.

"Oh I see," the girl chuckled. "So you offered yourself to him instead? My what a regal thing to do."

"I did not suggest it, he did. But that matters not. I am willing to go through with it rather than stay here forever indebted to him," she replied.

"Well I don't know how much help I can be. We aren't so honorable over here," she mocked.

"For the last time, I do not consider myself above you! I am to become one of you, giving my body to him in the same manner. And I know that my lineage means nothing here, especially to someone who has turned her back on her people!" Alcmene roared.

"You know nothing about my past," she justified. "And you know nothing about what a man wants."

"I do not mean to judge you. That's why I'm here, to ask for your advice. Please, just tell me what I should wear, what I should do, anything!" Alcmene asked, grabbing her arm lightly as she pleaded.

"Why should I help you?" spat the girl.

"Simply because I ask. Not as a princess demanding, but a fellow courtesan asking for guidance. Please, help me and let us share our stories. I could use a friend," Alcmene replied.

The Blood Elf looked around nervously. She knew the other girls were still at dinner and wouldn't be back for a while. Hesitating, she dragged the princess inside the harem and straight to her quarters. She closed the door behind them.

"What is your name?" Alcmene asked.

"My name is Sieane. I came here two years ago after leaving Silvermoon and wandering the world, searching for something that called to me. After running from town to town, I developed clever sweet talk for getting me out of Alliance predators. It made me so angry that humans, night elves, dwarfs, they would all attack me before I even had a chance to explain myself, just because of my looks," she ranted.

"I am Alcmene-"

"Yes, I know who you are. My father spoke often of your whole family and how you would lead us to greatness," she recited as she browsed through her trunks, looking for something for Alcmene.

"You sound as though you have lost faith in Kael'thas. Is that why you left?" she questioned.

"No," Sieane said, sitting on her bed. "I left because of my father. I am only half Blood Elf. My Human mother deserted me at birth and left me with him, only to be beaten and abused. My peers teased me because something made me seem different. I have the ears, the green eyes. Well, half green. They're more of a hazel."

Alcmene looked closer, noticing she was right. Her eyes were not as bright or as vividly green as her own.

"So you felt as though you didn't belong?" asked Alcmene. She tried to empathize with her acquaintance, but it was difficult. They came from completely distinct lives.

"I suppose. My father didn't make it easy. He tried to marry me off to a Blood Knight, so I ran away," she muttered.

"A Blood Knight? One of my guardians…" muttered Alcmene.

"Yeah, if I'd stayed and you hadn't been captured, I might have been living in the palace with you. Go figure," she sighed.

"What led you to become a…" Alcmene stared.

"A whore? I don't know. I guess I've always been looking for love. Love from a man. Here, I get it, along with everything else that I need," she replied.

"And you've found it here…with Amathan?" Alcmene questioned. It made sense. The lack of a father's love could drive a girl mad searching for adequate male affection. Alcmene had felt a similar sense of rebellion once and had wanted to search for mischief, but an escape attempt out of the palace at fifteen had gotten her a swift and hefty punishment.

"You are so inquisitive! For the time being, yes, I find comfort in being here with Lord Amathan. Not that I've seen him lately," she sighed as she folded some items of clothing.

"What do you mean?" Alcmene pressed.

"Ever since you arrived, he hardly visits here anymore. Maybe a handful of times. And when he does, he looks right over me," she replied, sounding annoyed.

"I can't imagine why," Alcmene said, for the girl was beautiful.

"I'm damaged goods compared to the princess of the Blood Elves. But anyway, don't worry about me. I'll be fine," she said with a smile, handing the princess a bag of negligee. "Now, as for what to do, just do whatever he says. Men like Amathan enjoy sex the most when you are submissive and docile. Don't do anything unless he asks you to. He'll do everything. Just lie there and look pretty."

Alcmene was surprised that Sieane did not seem jealous or unwilling to help another female. She had expected to be viewed more as a rival than she had been treated. She returned the pleasant expression.

"Thank you Sieane. Might I confide in you again sometime?" she asked.

"Sure, let me know how it goes tonight when you return my robes. I…guess I could use a friend too," Sieane admitted with a shrug.

Alcmene nodded and smiled before leaving, heading back to her room to dress. She sorted through various make-up items and decided to amp up her beauty regimine. She needed some kind of boost for this evening. Sieane's dress would help, but she realized she needed more courage than she thought. Attempting to rationalize the situation, she told herself this was what she had to do. It was for her honor. It was for her future, so that she could continue to fight for her people. She threw an eye pencil at the wall, frustrated when it broke before she could apply it.

'Get it together, 'Mene," she told herself as she continued to primp. She tried to pretend that Kael was there, helping her through this predicament, but she knew that if that were the case, she wouldn't have to do this. He would never let his rival handle her this way if it was up to him. Alcmene also knew she could not blame Kael for this either. He did not know of the deal she had arranged with Amathan and even if he did, he probably couldn't make it to Darnassus in time to stop them. It was to be another sacrifice she would make for her brother and for their people, only this one was much more personal.

'I'm sorry brother. I'm on my own now," she said to him in her mind, as if she hoped he could somehow hear her.

Amathan stared out into the distance from his balcony, hoping to see his prize very shortly. A maid had entered just before he had sat down with a drink, informing the warlock that Alcmene would in fact be joining him within the hour. He felt like a dumb, love struck adolescent as he grinned before taking a swig. Perhaps the fact that it would be her first time was making him remember his own. He had been so different then, young and full of lustful, uncontrollable hormones. The latter had followed him to his present, though tonight he envisioned going very differently than his usual encounters.

Part of him didn't want it to happen yet. He had considered holding off longer, perhaps further wooing her into the idea. Some thoughts ran through his mind, such as what to do with her when tonight was over, how he would treat her, how his men would receive her, and so on. He knew he couldn't send her back to her old room again after being more intimate with her than any other person had ever been with her. Then again, he didn't want her constantly on his arm, out and open for all to see. That would be horrible for them both in the long run. Here in Darnassus, they were safe, but should word leave the island, other rivaling Alliance members might view his prisoner as a threat. They could also question his loyalty, especially regarding his background. Sighing, he closed his eyes and decided he'd worry about what to do with her later.

He took another sip of his drink when suddenly his gaze was captured by a mesmerizing figure to his left.

"I'm ready for you, Master," Alcmene said as seductively as she could muster. She tried very hard not to let her voice quiver or her confidence shatter as she spoke.

Nearly choking on his drink, he did a double take, staring at the girl who was now before him for he barely recognized her. He was first drawn to her face, which was adorned with unusual and remarking additional beauty. Alcmene was wearing bright earrings and more cosmetics than she typically did. Something dark lined her eyes that made them stand out more. Her cheeks were flushed a natural pink from her slight blush. Her blonde hair was wavy, as usual, but it was more defined with volume and shine.

His eyes then impulsively continued downward, examining her choice of eveningwear. It was a thin silk robe of purple, tied in the middle with a lighter colored sash. Quite a bit of neck and cleavage were exposed, as was leg due to the daring slit that came up the right side.

Alcmene's heart was racing under her risqué appearance. She was relieved that he seemed to like her choice of robe, despite her having little idea what he preferred. She had borrowed the robe from Sieane, entrusting in her judgment. His never-ending stare, however, was beginning to make her more nervous.

"Come closer," he finally said, beckoning her towards him.

Amathan could hardly contain his excitement as she neared him slowly, approaching his lounge chair on the balcony. He was paralyzed, for she looked even lovelier in the moonlight. He rose and stood speechless for a moment before her, unsure of what to do next. Alcmene likewise looked up at him, unsure of what to expect. He could sense that the princess was trying to do what she thought might please him, so he assured her that all was well with a hand on the small of her back and another stroking her hair. She cautiously placed a hand on his chest, afraid and innocent. Suddenly, he bent slightly and lifted her, placing one hand behind her knees and the other around her back. She gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck for support. Amathan carried her as though she was his bride into the bedroom and plopped her on his large, soft bed.

After soaking in the light impact, Alcmene opened her eyes to see Amathan, now shirtless, hovering over her. Her arms were sprawled out, hands on either side of her head. She was afraid to move from this position, but she propped herself up on her elbows. He smirked at her caution and lowered his head slightly. He gently traced her lips with his fingers before he kissed her softly. His touch had once again sent shivers running through her body and forced her to arch her back as she returned the kiss. She steadied herself by grasping his firm biceps.

"Getting excited, are we?" he teased. She grinned and made a face at his remark.

"This is all so…unfamiliar to me," she whispered, clutching his arms tighter.

"I know," he breathed on her lips as he ran his hand through her blonde curls. "That's the fun of it."

He placed his other hand near her sash and began to wiggle it loose. As he did so, he could feel her begin to tremble. She was aware he had seen many women before and even her backside before, but this was different. This was a distinct intimate encounter, making all of her phony confidence fly out the window.

"You're trembling," he muttered.

"I'm just so nervous…Master," she said apologetically.

"You don't have to be so formal. Just let yourself go," he whispered as he caressed her sides, sliding his hands up and down her torso. She tried to unwind and completely relax, but it was so difficult when she was so anxious. She knew this was what she wanted, for the sake of her debt, and possibly something more. After all, she was in the arms of the most powerful man for miles. Somehow she knew this could be to her advantage. The only thing she refused to dwell on was how Kael would react if he discovered her lack of loyalty. She diverted her attention to his hands, trying to guess where they might go next.

Lowering his gaze, Amathan focused on untying the sash that hid her figure and tossed it aside. Slowly, he began to peel the folds of the robe away from her body. The warlock admired her creamy flesh, the smooth skin he had long been waiting to see. Even if it wasn't an erogenous area, he still was affixed by her flawless midsection. As he continued to pry the material away, she instinctively brought her hands toward her chest to cover herself and her decency before he was able to see anything desirable. He gave her a pouty look.

"Come now, let's not do this the hard way," he said, demonstrating his potential by gently applying his magical pressure to her wrists. He could snap them back up beside her head any instant if he wanted to, but it would be much more fulfilling if she did so willingly.

Alcmene struggled to overcome her modesty. She had never been naked in front of a man before and so much was happening at once. Full of anticipation, she bit her lip and closed her eyes as she drew back her hands from her chest. Amathan grinned devilishly as he eyed the firsts of his hidden prize. They were perfectly round and symmetric orbs just asking to be fondled. He resisted the urge to grasp both firmly to feel the smooth under skin; reminding himself that was something he would do with a less cherished woman. Instead, he placed a hand lightly on one as he kissed her collarbone and felt her heartbeat increase dramatically. Rolling his head upward, he looked at her, making sure she seemed all right as he messaged her intimately. She was gasping slightly, which he took for a good sign, or as good of one as he hoped to get from an inexperienced girl. Her breathing quickened as he grazed her breasts with his mouth, further heightening her senses.

Amathan pushed her robe aside and quickly removed his own pants. Gently, he pried her clasped legs open at the knee with one hand. His fingers crept up her thighs, feeling for her warmth and readiness. She gasped with every inch he moved closer to her most intimate region. He knew by the moisture that she was enjoying this to some degree. It was her body's natural reaction, despite her nerves. Grinning, he positioned himself so that they were only a thrust away from becoming one.

As he hovered over her, propped up on his hands, Alcmene couldn't help but stare at what was about to be invading her body. She had expected him to be large, but he was rather large. She had never seen a man's genitalia and was simply shocked. The princess had never been educated in sexual functions and was certainly not accustomed to physical indecencies, but she assured herself that it was only natural. Obviously this couldn't happen efficiently with certain items of clothing left on.

Amathan chuckled softly at Alcmene's bulging eyes on his groin. He remembered he needed to be cautious and careful, for he did not want to cause her pain. Once again, he returned to her lips and placed his hands on her cheeks. Surprisingly, Amathan then felt her soft hands on his scarred back. Gently, she ran her hands over his taught muscles and braced them on his defined shoulders. He broke their kiss and opened his eyes to see her gazing into his own. The look on her face told him she was ready.

"This might hurt," he warned her. He knew she had to be extremely tight and fragile since she had never been touched before. The Blood Elf nodded and braced for the pressure, gripping his arms once again. He pushed through, unable to ease in as slowly as he had intended because the erotic sensation overwhelmed him. Alcmene's eyes popped as she felt his entire length within her. She then winced and dug her nails into his shoulders, but he didn't even notice. He watched her face, allured by her expression. He began to thrust steadily and noticed she was still tense. She was now clutching the pillowcase ends tightly, squeezing with each motion. He tried to focus on himself and more importantly, how amazing she felt, but he felt unusually concerned for his partner's satisfaction. Realizing he was being too rough for her to enjoy it yet, he slowed his pace and his depth.

"I want you to enjoy this at least half as much as I know I will," he said huskily in her ear as she breathed heavily.

The Night Elf continued his thrusting lighter than before and reached down her body with one hand, rubbing her focal point of pleasure passionately. Her demeanor soon changed due to the waves of bliss she began to experience. After a few moments, Amathan was pleased to hear a distinct moan release from her lips.

"Is that better?" he panted, smirking. She smiled back too and he was assured things had shifted in his favor. He dropped his upper body down so that he could kiss her once again. She ran her hands through his hair as they embraced with all of their bodies. Tension soon began to build inside of Amathan and he knew he was only seconds away. It had been some time since he'd been with a virgin and he knew Alcmene wouldn't be up for much more tonight physically or emotionally, so he had no second thoughts about increasing his duration.

With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deeper before his finale, causing Alcmene to arch her back and gasp. With her lovely response, any thoughts he'd had of withdrawing flew out of mind. He finally gave in to his release, letting himself go completely inside her. With each pulse, he groaned with pleasure. Alcmene could feel his expulsion and the throbbing of his member within her, sending a feeling of victory through her body. She was relieved that all had gone well and it hadn't been terribly painful or embarrassing. Though she was certain she hadn't orgasmed, it still felt quite nice once she'd gotten used to it.

Moments passed and Amathan remained sprawled out on top of Alcmene, making her uncomfortable from his dead weight. She began to shift slightly, hinting that he should roll over. He returned to his senses and looked up at her, sliding his body beside her. He placed an arm over her torso protectively and turned his head so that it was resting sideways on her chest. They remained there for a while; Amathan not moving out of exhaustion and Alcmene still unsure what to do. He then sat up on the edge of his bed and wiped face, worn out from their lovemaking. Alcmene's eyelids were heavy and she wanted nothing more than to drift off to sleep, but she assumed she should leave and return to her room now that he was finished with her. Slowly, she began to sit up and turn to climb off of the bed. Amathan reached for her hand.

"Stay," he commanded. She clutched her robe to her chest and protested gently.

"But, the other girls, don't they leave after-"

"Shh. It doesn't matter what they do. You aren't any other girl," he replied, placing a finger on her lips. She nodded and leaned back, resuming her position lying down. Instead of using her robe, she pulled the sheets lightly over her bosom.

"There really isn't much of a point to that anymore you know. I've seen everything," he said to her with a smile.

"So? Might I please be allowed to retain an ounce of my modesty?" she asked with a smile as she turned on her side, propping herself up on her elbow.

"I suppose," he sighed, placing a hand on her waist as he too turned to face her. He made no effort to cover himself, but Alcmene wasn't complaining. She didn't have to look downwards and his defined pectoral muscles were easy on the eyes.

Slowly, he pulled her towards him.

"I take it you enjoyed my company tonight Sir?" she asked playfully.

"I did indeed," Amathan responded as he placed a hand under her chin. "That's why I asked you to stay."

He kissed her gently and rubbed her shoulder, loving the feeling of her sweaty body pressed to his.

As she pulled away, Alcmene seemed confused and somewhat upset.

"What's wrong?" asked Amathan.

"Nothing, I just…wonder what this means," she pondered, wondering what lie ahead for her if he had taken a true liking to her. Would he make her stay to be his new favorite courtesan? Would he keep her around until Kael came, as he had said he would? Would he free her?

"It means that I would like you to come back tomorrow night," he said, thinking more short term.

"That wasn't part of our arrangement!" Alcmene teased.

"So?" he chuckled. "Just because I might not make you call me your master anymore doesn't mean I'm not."

Alcmene simply nodded and leaned her head in against his chest. She felt powerless, reduced to a concubine for an Alliance general. However, she knew it was the only thing she could become to hope of any decency in the near future. After all, Amathan was not a cruel man, just a leader with a mission who happened to be a Night Elf. Part of her wanted to forgive him, maybe even thank him, for capturing her. She'd never experienced anything remotely interesting or exciting living in Silvermoon. Being brought to Darnassus had given her an opportunity to break out of her shell and not be punished for it. Amathan was also introducing her to a prospect of romance she had always dreamed of. Was he her knight in shining armor? She doubted he really cared for her beyond their recent physical connection, but she could pretend and she could hope. He had been gentle with her and asked her to stay the rest of the night, making her realize something clearly set her apart from the other girls he had been with before. She didn't think it could still be just because she was a princess.

Soon, her thoughts caused her mind to carry her away, drifting off into sleep. Amathan turned his head to look at her after several minutes of silence and noticed she had fallen asleep. He laughed to himself, then slowly laid down on his back so that Alcmene was still at his side, her head resting on his heart. He placed an arm behind his head while he stroked her back and hair softly with the other. The warlock felt an unusal emotion surging through him. He certainly felt satisfied and had enjoyed himself with the girl, but this was beyond that. Alcmene had been right, he usually sent his prospects on their way after he'd had his way with them. Never before had he ever let a girl stay with him and he'd certainly never actually slept this way with a woman. Being with her like this made him feel free of obligation to his duty, his men, and frankly, the whole Alliance. He felt like he could completely relax and be himself without worrying what anyone else thought.

Grinning once more before falling asleep himself, Amathan realized what he was experiencing. He hadn't felt this way in quite some time. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he truly had felt this way. Probably since he had been a child.

He was happy.