Jaina:

Though Jaina was no stranger to Tyrande's home, the feelings that emerged for one another was something that caught both of them off guard. A few months ago, the day when Go'el, 'Thrall', an orc shaman, was bestowed with a vision and encouraged Jaina to accompany him on his journey to find the place that the vision had spoken of, they found themselves standing before the nightelf leader, Malfurion Stormrage. He was a full built man with mossy green hair and clothed with the finest leather. Malfurion greeted them kindly, even though he sensed uneasiness between the human and the orc; perhaps he thought bringing a friendly smile would ease the atmosphere among them. Jaina's eyes could not meet Malfurion's, however. Her eyes wondered upon a slender, young woman with luminescent lavender skin in the distance behind Malfuion, fetching a bucket of water from a nearby spring. She was clothed in a beautiful white lace mermaid gown with gorgeous emeralds, sapphires and diamonds that had covered the bodice and the skirt of the gown. The woman's sea green eyes reflected the moon within her irises, seducing Jaina in a way no man could ever accomplish. She couldn't take her glance away from Tyrande, and neither could Tyrande towards Jaina. It was an aesthetic feeling they hatefully loved and craved for, but could not pursue. Though at first sight their feelings were mutual, it was only natural for them to deny and shrug off this passion for a woman, especially for one they had only just met. It was a love they had only dreamt of however, to acknowledge that it might be possible for a woman to satisfy their desires for an intimate relationship when they were raised in a world where only a man and a woman can only feel attraction towards another, surely caused both Jaina and Tyrande to hate themselves for even thinking of another woman as such. But, knowing this, they couldn't linger their eyes away from one another. A gravitational pull of curiosity caused the two women to motion towards each other to reveal what the other had that no man has ever had; no matter how hard they tried, they simply couldn't stop feeling what they were feeling. Face to face, Jaina and Tyrande studied each other, questioning every thought that lingered through their minds. But quickly and swiftly, they pushed their thoughts in the deepest part of their mind and stopped their wondering eyes, at least for the moment.

Jaina always reminisces the day she first met Tyrande; she'll never forget those crimson lips she craved for when she tasted them for the first time. It was just one night, one night to ease these cravings of lust towards a woman, little did they know that they would be enticed and so aroused to the point of losing their purity. However, they're behavior changed. Jaina's temper could easily be set off and Tyrande's self-esteem deteriorated as the days went on. They started an illicit love that should not have happened. Both knew very well of the consequences they would face if anyone were to find out about their night together.

With the very thought, Jaina paced around her garden in Stormwind; arguing with herself for letting it get that far.

"Am I an idiot? How could I have succumbed so easily to her!" Frustrated, Jaina summoned a fireball and shot it at a nearby pot.

"Thinking about Garrosh's head as the target?" Thrall emerged from behind her, clueless to why she was flipping out again.

"I wish it was his head." She plays along.

"What's troubling you? Is it about Illidan again?" Thrall showed eagerness to know why his beloved was throwing a fit, but he was scared to know the answer. He feared she might still have feelings for her old boyfriend, Illidan, who had gone mad and mercilessly killed hundreds of people. He did it to get revenge on those who ordered his banishment for absorbing the blood of the Burning Crusade, the ones who destroyed most of Azeroth; he only thought he was protecting his people, but he was wrong.

"No, it isn't that." She looks at him with a smile. "I'm just practicing my fireball; it's been awhile since we had an attack from the Horde so I'm a little rusty."

"Very well."

"What are you doing out here, Thrall?" Jaina was also curious to why Thrall was wondering around so early in the morning; sweat began to stream down her face.

Don't tell me he found out about the night with Tyrande!

"I heard you yelling out here, I wanted to make sure everything was alright." Thrall took hold of Jaina's hands and squeezed them tightly. "You're so beautiful, Jaina." Pulling her close to him, Thrall connected their lips, hoping this embrace will ease Jaina of her anger. Instead, it only caused her emotions to swell up inside her. Regret was filling her veins, also causing hatred towards herself, just like Tyrande. The tears couldn't be stop.

"Jaina, I'm here." Thrall, thinking it has to do with Illidan, holds Jaina tightly, hoping to ease her pain with his loving embrace. "Here, look at me." Thrall lifted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "I love you."

"I love you too, Thrall." She kissed his lips.

"Remember our promise," Thrall began by lifting her left hand, revealing the rose quartz engagement ring, "we are bound together by love and nothing will break us." Even though Thrall was only trying to bring happiness back to Jaina, his words only made her feel more anguish. She released herself from Thrall's grasp and excused herself to her chambers.