The Forgotten Chieftain's Wife Chapter 13

The procession to Stormwind was long and quiet. Despite the fact the soldiers had achieved their goal and come out of the fight with not one, but two prisoners the mood was dull and somber.

The prisoners are Garona and a seasoned Frostwolf now imprisoned in a mobile barred wagon and secured there in chains. The Frostwolf had fallen behind his brethren and thought to take on those pursuing him alone. That is where he errored. Now he is a prisoner of the enemy, yet a proud one. He would not talk under any circumstances to these Smallteeth.

Neither the Frostwolf nor Garona said anything to each other, just sat there in resigned silence.

This is certainly not how Garona planned it. Once freed by Durotan, Garona had every intention of perishing in the heat of battle. An honorable and noble death for any Orc for receive. Instead Garona is now a prisoner of the enemy forces…and Lyanna's own people.

Thanks to Lyanna's teachings Garona understood the chatter of the soldiers surrounding her, but she would be keeping that piece of information to herself until it well suited her. Besides none of them were really conversing about stuff that's of importance anyhow.

One in particular had caught her curiousity. Although the human had been trying to be rather subtle about it he'd been eyeing her with a fierce intensity for quite some time.

Judging by the look of shock and disbelief that had crossed his face after he spotted the ring gifted to her by Lyanna on her finger Garona had a pretty good idea the reason as to why.

Then after a while the human pulled his gaze from Garona and turned it over to the Frostwolf.

Riding alongside the wagon, seeking answers now that they had someone to properly question, speaking to the Frostwolf, Lothar said "You, what are you? Why do you attack our lands?"

The Frostwolf didn't even grace Lothar with a passing glance. Lothar wouldn't get one either. At least not from the Frostwolf.

Speaking in the humans own language, clear and strong, Garona said "He does not know what you speak."

Spinning around where he was sitting up front next to the driver, excited and astonished, Khadgar said "You speak our language?"

Making a threatening lung for Garona in his change, speaking in Orc tongue, the Frostwolf snarled "Speak another word in their language, Slave, and I will wear your tongue!"

He meant it too.

"What is he saying," demanded Lothar, eyes roving back and forth between her and the Frostwolf.

Not heeding the Frostwolf's warning, Garona said "He does not like that I am speaking to you."

Fury rising with every word spoken, tugging on his chains, the Frostwolf said "I will not warn you again!"

The Frostwolf's attempts to break free from his restraints forced the garrison to stop.

Drawing his sword atop the horse, Lothar said "Tell him to stop."

"You tell him," retorted Garona.

The Frostwolf's tolerance by now had reached its limits.

QA final rush forward by the Frostwolf and the chains snapped free. The Frostwolf charged Garona with as furious cry intent on ending her life for her insolence. Garona retreated as far as she could, but in such a tight space she stood no chance. Garona inhaled in fear of what's to come, eyes wide.

The death Garona expected never came.

Just as the Frostwolf was about to silence Garona for good Lothar impaled him in the throat through the bars. The Frostwolf then dropped to the floor of the wagon, now deceased.

"Your welcome," said Lothar, dryly.

Authors Note:

Hope you guys like this one! ;D

How do you think King Llane is going to react when he sees his sisters ring?