A/N: The Lich King will soon appear, I promise. Bear with the OCs one chapter longer. Reviews and feedback are always welcome, but no negativity, please. Build up, don't tear down. Thank you.
Disclaimer: see chapter one
Trisen gazed at her reflection in the full length mirror. Her new silver armor glistened in the sunlight that filtered in through the window. Her hair was up in the usual ponytail, however, it was decorated with pins made of the most beautiful diamonds she had ever seen. Trisen removed her left gauntlet and gazed at the ring on her ring finger. She had come to discover that Yazzoo had made the ring, as well as the pins that held her hair in place.
Trisen looked up when she heard the door open. Zorrion hurried into the room, grinning from ear to ear. He rushed over and threw his arms around Trisen's neck, pulling her into a tight hug.
"I'm so happy for you," he said.
"Thank you...Zor. Can't...breathe," Trisen gasped.
Zorrion pulled away and held her out at arm's length. "You and Tray totally deserve each other," he said. "You have no idea how long we've been waiting for this day."
Trisen smiled and chuckled lightly. "Thanks, again." Her smile faded. "However, there are two elves I know of that don't approve of this courtship."
"Pfft," Zorrion said, waving a hand. "Pay no heed to Ma and Pa Lightwind. Unless you're a mage or a priest, like Yazzy and Traylon, you don't hold much favor with them."
Trisen thought she detected a hint of bitterness in the warlock's voice, but knew that couldn't be possible. Zorrion didn't get bitter. However, she didn't miss the look of sadness in her friend's eyes.
"Zor, what's wrong?" she asked.
Zorrion looked up at her. "Hmm? Oh, nothing. I, uh...bad memory," he answered. "It's nothing, don't worry about it."
He turned to leave, but Trisen grabbed his arm. "Zor, what's wrong?" she asked again. "What happened with your parents?"
Zorrion gave her a quick glance before looking away again. "It's not easy being a warlock," he whispered. "To be disowned by your own kin."
Trisen stared at him in horror. "What?" she breathed in shock. "Your own parents disowned you? For being a warlock?"
"My family walks in the Light," Zorrion reminded her. "They're priests, mages, hunters. There may even be a paladin or two in there, somewhere." He shook his head, refocusing on his tale. "Anyway, when I developed my powers and my parents discovered I was a warlock, they weren't too pleased. I had to fight to earn their respect and favor."
Trisen saw the bubbly, high energy warlock in a whole new light. In the two and a half years that she had known him, she never knew this side of Zorrion. He was always so cheerful, so full of life. Never before had she entertained the idea that there was a serious side to him. A hurt and slightly damaged side.
"But, anyway, we're not here to talk about my depressing past," Zorrion said, his bright smile returning. "We're here to celebrate you and Tray. Which remains me, we'd better get you to the Court of the Sun before everyone thinks I ran away with the bride."
Traylon pulled at his robes. They were white with gold trim. He also wore white spaulders, gloves and boots. A white staff with a fuchsia crystal at the top was on his back. Sairexanaris nudged his cousin to get him to stop fidgeting. Traylon lowered his hands, releasing a strained breath.
"Everything will be fine," the hunter told him.
"I still can't believe he agreed to do this," Traylon said.
"He's your father. Besides, Trisen proved to be a worthy daughter-in-law. Travern knows she means you no harm," Sairexanaris stated.
Traylon went to tug at his robes again, but a pointed look from the hunter made him lower his hand. He looked around the Court. It was packed with members of his family. He had to wonder if Trisen had any family of her own. He assumed she did, but couldn't remember them. He had thought about looking into her family history, but didn't know how she would feel about it. Maybe there were some things that were better off staying in the past.
A horse's whinny made him look up. Everyone stood up and turned to watch as Zorrion helped Trisen down off his horse. Trisen linked her arm around Zorrion's as he led her down the aisle. Traylon's heart fluttered when he saw his bride-to-be. Her silver armor glistened like a diamond in the high noon sun. The pins that Yazzoo had made for her hair ignited like fire stones.
Sairexanaris gave his cousin a sideways glance, grinning when he saw the happy gleam in Traylon's eyes. When Trisen and Zorrion reached the front, Traylon walked up to meet them. He took Trisen's arm in his and brought her the rest of the way. Zorrion went to stand beside Sairexanaris. The guests sat down and the ceremony commenced.
Traylon spent more time staring at Trisen than focusing on the ceremony. She met his gaze and gave him a small smile. Zorrion swayed gently on his feet, his trademark grin on his face. He had to swallow down a gleeful cheer when Traylon and Trisen exchanged vows and rings. However, soon his smile faded to be replaced by a thoughtful one. Sairexanaris noticed the look.
"What?" he whispered.
"Look at them," Zorrion whispered back.
Sairexanaris faced Traylon and his bride. "So?"
"She's in armor. He's in a dress," Zorrion pointed out, his voice low. "I guess we know which one wears the pants in this relationship."
Sairexanaris swallowed a laugh, putting a hand to his mouth. He quietly cleared his throat. "That's not funny," he whispered, but the humor in his voice betrayed him.
Travern and Yazzoo concluded the ceremony, giving the bride and groom permission to seal their marriage with a kiss. As the mage and Death Knight locked lips for the first time, the crowd stood up and applauded. Traylon and Trisen parted and smiled at each other.
"No turning back, now," Traylon said.
"You couldn't get rid of me if you tried," Trisen told him with a flirting grin.
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