Jaina tightened her fur coat, the frigid winds of winter had started to seep into the warm insulated cabins of her royal armada, The Proudmoore Flagship, the finest vessel in all of Azeroth. Once belonging to her dutiful father, the military battleship had undergone drastic reconstruction and touches that reflect its owner's charge. The once grandiose ship meant for cruising and diplomatic purposes had now been transformed into a heavy warship, designed to sail through any vast ocean or frigid wasteland to safeguard the interest of the Alliance. The lord admiral ignored the piercing chill of the Great Sea and continued to read through the pile of letters that sat on her desk. From obvious political bootlickers, to letters of complaints from disgruntled Kul Tirans, the archmage had no shortage of problems that deprived her of a good night's sleep. She nursed a tired sigh as she scanned through the last letters on her desk, another letter of invitation to some snobby noble's party. She leaned towards the back of her chair and stretched her limbs, finally freed from the burdens of daily mundane tasks. If she had it her own way, she would redirect all of her letters to her secretary. But the need to be there for everything, the need to be in control, it was all so daunting and tiring. The past decade has been extremely... difficult for Jaina. The loss and pain she had suffered through, the tremendous emotional turmoil and trauma that she had to shoulder, it was all so suffocating. But before the archmage could ponder further of her past life, a sudden knock to her door instantly broke her reflective mood, she stiffened up and assumed her status and title as lord admiral. The hour was late and she had specifically instructed her crew to not disturb her in these quiet hours.
"Come in." The door of her quarter opened, revealing a tall and strong built man with fair complexion and a rugged appearance. Clad in his distinguished admiral attire and undeniably fashionable tricorn hat, the man entered her quarters with his arms crossed. Yet despite the towering stature and the aura of authority exuding from the man, Jaina found herself smiling at the sight of a familiar and familial face.
"Tandred? What are you doing here?" The younger Proudmoore chuckled at his sister's bewilderment and entered the room. He briefly admired the admiral's quarters and was in awe at how homely it is compared to his own cabin, which admittedly was less impressive. With a click to the door that indicated the room was locked, the seasoned sailor approached the windows of the cabin that gave a clear view of the rough seas. Despite the rough waters and heavy storms, there was some tranquility and calm between the tidal waves that could capsize their ships.
"Another quiet night eh sister?" Tandred spoke with the faintest exhaustion within his voice. His daily routine of giving orders and commanding mariners to man their stations was second nature to him, but when it comes to forging diplomatic relationships and maintaining ties with Alliance leaders, well it is more mentally taxing than scrubbing the deck. He would have declined the role as diplomat had it not been a direct order from the Lord Admiral herself.
"Mhmm." The naval commander frowned at the obvious strain of exhaustion in his sister's voice. His sister was the undisputed lord admiral of Kul Tiras, Azeroth's most powerful archmage and the fearless leader of the Alliance. There was a lot of plate and burden on her shoulders, and Tandred doubts there was any form of magic that can relieve the stress and workload she has to do. Not that he has any knowledge of arcane arts in the first place anyway.
"You look horrible." A wry smile appeared on Jaina's face, her brother was much like their father, honest and direct. In many ways, her little brother took the best qualities of her late father. Strong, determined and dutiful, he had grown into a fine man who she can wholeheartedly rely and depend on. Still, she could tell that he was worried for her.
"I'm just tired." Tandred snorted and sat before her, his arms crossing into a stern manner.
"You're always tired, Jaina." She flashed a small smile, glancing at the piles of papers that hogged her space.
"I don't mind bearing the responsibilities Tandred , it's what father would have wanted." The seasoned buccaneer sighed and leaned against the chair. Their conversations and discussion seemed to always revolve around their father or the Alliance, never one between siblings or any of that sort. He recalls the days where the two of them would sneak onto the docks just to feed the seagulls and falcons. The thrill of adventure and excitement, he still can remember it fondly.
"Are you still blaming yourself?" Jaina shrugged, honestly she wasn't sure what to think anymore. Her mind was always thinking, always busy, replaying past events in his mind again and again. Her father's death left a huge void in her life, the guilt, the sorrow, the pain, all of it and more just makes her desensitized towards everything now.
"No, at least not anymore." A sailor can spot a liar from a mile away, the seafarer slung one leg across the other, eyeing the turbulent seas and storms through the ship hull's window. The flashes of lightning that branched across the sky and the updrafts of the current, an intimate and familiar sight to a veteran sailor like him.
"But sometimes you wish you could have made a different choice." Her tired eyes betrayed her calm smile, what she won't give to turn back time and make things right.
"Sometimes. Father fought in the Second War and had seen the brutality of the Old Horde. Losing Derek was the last straw for him. I- I just wish things could have been different." Tandred barely knew his older brother, but what moment they did share he fondly remembers. The pain of losing a family member was too much to bear for their father, the noble tasks of protecting humanity had become a personal vendetta against the horde, exterminating their kind to near extinction out of hatred and guilt. Was it right in the name of protecting the ones they love? Who knows, they have been down this road many times before.
"We all do sister, but let's not dwell on sour topics. We are beyond that now." Jaina's lip curled upwards, her rough and tough brother was always reserved with his emotions. Like many of the males in their family, the Proudmoore's are prideful and stubborn. That's not to say they are bereft of warmth, just a little shy.
"Agreed, but you still have not answered my question Tandred." The younger man raised his eyebrows, he assumed a mocking smile and crossed his arms in earnest.
"Do I need a reason to visit you now Lord Admiral?" The archmage rolled her eyes at the emphasis of her title, she had forgotten how much of a brat he could be sometimes. Age and maturity meant little in the context of sibling relationships.
"Don't tease me about my position brother, I'm still getting used to it." He chuckled at her embarrassed tone, he couldn't think of a finer woman to helm the position of Lord Admiral, guiding the ship of the Alliance out of the wretched storms and towards a safe harbor. A new era has dawned upon Kul Tiras, and while there is still opposition and resistance to her rule, the naysayers would eventually come around. Should anyone cause further disruptions to their fine nation, the gallows and muskets welcome them whole.
"Wear your stripes with pride sister, you earned it." Jaina nodded, it felt good to be validated by someone. It was part of her that desperately craved for approval from the ones she loved, it was vain but it also gave her the confidence and comfort needed in these trying times. To be told that you have done a good job and that people are supporting you, that gives Jaina breathing space and relief.
"Thank you Tandred, now what brings you here on this quiet night?" The marine commander placed down his tricorne, revealing his dirty blonde hair that flowed in all of its messy glory.
"Talk." Jaina raised her eyebrows, her brother was never one for private conversations, then again a decade of separation had changed both of them.
"Just to talk?" Tandred wasn't sure what's more insulting, the fact she didn't think he is capable of having a decent conversation with her or the fact he couldn't talk to his own sister in private.
"Mhmm, we scarcely had the time to catch up with one another. How long has it been since we last saw each other?" Jaina leaned against her chair and stared at the wooden ceiling above her, mentally counting the years that went by so fast. Her lip quivered as she muttered the answer without thinking.
"Nearly a decade." Tandred winced internally, the painful truth has been revealed at last. It did feel like a lifetime since they last met, he was but a wee lad back then. Now he is a revered and respected admiral, some may say his achievements and accomplishment came from his father's position and influence, but he had long accepted that he would forever live in Daelin Proudmoore's shadow. The claims of nepotism no longer affect him, at least not to the degree it had before.
"Hard to believe isn't it?" Jaina nodded glumly, the years have gone by so fast. Her youth has been spent on protecting Azeroth and safeguarding the Alliance, a worthy accomplishment in the grand scheme of things, but a life of peace and quiet remains elusive and out of reach to a brilliant archmage like her.
"It is, but we're here together now and that's all it matters." Tandred would drink to that, what little time they have for each other would be cherished and celebrated. He let out a sigh and gaze upon her desk, his eyes naturally drawn to the pile of letters that asked for her hand, a damning and ridiculous situation if he had to be frank.
"You seemed to have no shortage of letters, and suitors." Jaina's unamused smile was a sight to behold, Tandred gave a cheeky grin at his sister's deadpanned expression.
"Ugh, don't remind me. Half of the so-called love letters were passed by mother herself." Ah their mother, after the whole Kul Tiras fiasco settled down, she had been quite vocal at pressuring Jaina to find a beau. At her age, his sister was still incredibly beautiful and desirable, in fact Tandred would argue that her age adds on the appeal and attractiveness. No longer the flustered or naive maiden, she was a mature woman who knows exactly what she wants.
"Haha, she is worried for you. You aren't getting younger." Jaina narrowed her eyes at her brother, she did not need to hear this from him.
"Not you too Tandred." He merely shrugged and placed his hands on the table, eyeing the letters and poems that ranged from heartfelt and beautiful, to downright misogynic and derogatory. How their mother selected these letters was beyond them, perhaps she was desperate for an heir to the Kul Tiras throne.
"I'm not pressuring you, I'm just stating a fact." She snorted at his patronizing tone.
"Honestly, the idea of settling down and getting married with someone I love had always been something I wanted as a child. I thought Arthas was my prince charming when I first met him, destined to be together. If only I knew then." Tandred frowned at her pensive expression, the guilt-ridden look was apparent. He had personally met the Lich King himself, back when he was still a human prince that is. It was near certain that Jaina and him would be wedded, and their union would be nothing short of historical and political.
"Don't blame yourself for his actions Jaina, he ultimately chose the path himself."
"Only because I abandoned him when he needed me the most!" The fierce rebuke from her silenced him, the seething rage and bitter resentment was loud and clear. Jaina softened her expression, taking out her anger and frustration on her brother should not define their relationship. She took a deep breath to calm herself, her eyes averting away from him.
"I'm sorry brother, but to see everyone you love choosing a path of no return and being powerless to stop them is- I hate it. I hate the feeling of helplessness and despair. I lost so many people near and dear to me Tandred, I fear you and mother-" Her quivering and shaky tone clenched the sailor's heart, he reached for her shivering hands and held them firmly. Their eyes for the moment and Tandred could see the pain she had suffered from the past decade, she witnessed Arthas' downfall, father's demise and the destruction of Theramore, how she managed to stay sane and positive after all the trauma and pain is astonishing, if not worrying for her mental health.
"Mother and I are not going anywhere. I'm here with you right now Jaina." The gentle yet firm expression on her brother's face soothed her worries, she bit her lower lip and blinked away the tears that formed on her eyes. She was stronger than this! She's a Lord Admiral for crying out loud! But even she had her limits, she sobbed at the thought of losing more of the ones she loved, destined to be alone as everyone she loved all seemed to perish or lose themselves. As her sobbing subsided, she felt a rugged hand on her cheek. She raised her head and was stunned to see Tandred smiling next to her. He gingerly wiped away the tears with his thumb and let out a hearty smile that was befitting for a concerning brother.
"Cheer up sister and dry those tears. Father would not want to see any waterworks from you." Tandred sighed at Jaina's attempt to dry her tears. It was heartbreaking to see his strong and determined sister breaking down like this, underneath the confident exterior lies a fragile and emotionally turmoiled woman who just wants peace. He stroked his beard for a moment before a thought came to him, the old fashion way of cheering people up lies in its simplicity and intoxication.
"You know what, it's been a long time since we properly relaxed and enjoyed ourselves. I'll be right back." The Alliance stalwart could barely protest as her brother left her cabins. Her face flushed red from the embarrassment, that was not a side she showed to anyone. Thankfully her brother didn't seem to judge her and is actively comforting her, the bonds of family remain unyielding in times like these. It wasn't long before her brother came back and like any sailor worth their salt, he brought the very salvation to their sorrows.
"Wine?" The genius sailor nodded with pride to his sister's unimpressed tone.
"Nothing like good ol' wine to lift our spirits." Thus the liquids flow into their glasses, they clink their drinks before letting the alcohol work its magic on their body. The aromatic smell permeated the room, the finest quality of Boralus wine was truly a grade above its own. The mood was set as the two chatted over their personal lives, eagerly catching up with each other.
"I seemed to have the worst luck when it comes to men." Jaina swirled her wine back and forth, watching the red liquids sloshing around in motion. Tandred merely grunt at her mutterings and took a sip of his own.
"Tell me something I don't know." The archmage glared at her brother, how nice to have a supportive sibling like him.
"Thank you Tandred." The captain chuckled at his sister's deadpan expression, he placed the glass down and waved off her unimpressed mood.
"I merely jest sister, I vividly remember our people calling you an orc lover, going as far as to accuse you of sleeping with their Warchief Thrall. Needless to say, I was mortified." It was a rumor as old as time itself, news of their relationship circulated in all circles. Tales of their supposed union was even popularized in erotica and novels, the taboo relationship between orc and human is popular among scholars, housewives and avid writers. What did not help, was the palpable tension between the two that borderline between sexual or anger, sometimes a combination of both.
"How flattering." Jaina's sickening voice peaked Tandred's interest, he was by no means thrilled at the prospects of having an orc brother-in-law, but he was also torn between Jaina's happiness and the irredeemable political storm that would cause a civil war within a nation. Alliance and Horde are enemies, and despite their best efforts to co-exist, they would eventually be in a feud that challenges both their ideologies and way of living against each other.
"I'm curious if anything did transpire between the two of you." The absolute livid look on his sister's face was priceless, she squinted her eyes and crossed her arms defensively, if his intention was to piss her off, he has done it in flying colours.
"You can't be serious." Tandred leaned his fist against his cheek, his elbow directly supporting the weight of his head as he eyed his less enthusiastic sister. It was clear this conversation did not interest her, but it sure as hell interested Tandred.
"I am." The frost mage sighed, she would have come out publicly and state that nothing had occurred between Thrall and her had it not been how awkward it would be. All of these rumors were behind closed doors, to address the issue to openly mean that she was denying it, which can be interpreted as truth.
"Thrall and I are friends, nothing more, nothing less." The icy cold tone was met with an inquisitive response.
"But you won't be opposed to it right?" Jaina furrowed her eyebrows, what is her brother insinuating here? Did he truly believe that she had a romantic attraction to Thrall? She would admit he considers him attractive and intelligent, but as far as emotional attraction goes, he is but a good friend. In her younger years, she might have been a confused and flustered young woman, but now in her prime, she is not looking for a beau.
"Tandred, he is married." The sailor snapped his fingers at that moment.
"Ah so you would consider it if he was unmarried!" Jaina slammed down the empty glass of wine, nearly shattering it to smithereens as she is at wit's end of her brother's teasing. Her fury and anger flared up momentarily as she stood up with her hands supporting her weight on the table.
"No! For Tides sake Tandred is the alcohol getting to you? I thought your tolerance was higher than this!" The oldest Proudmoore stood there baffled when her younger brother merely laughed at her, cackling even! Her flushed red cheeks and anger laced behind her voice was a sight he was familiar with growing up with her. This was the Jaina he knew!
"It's good to see you let loose sister." She glared daggers at her brother and sat down defiantly, pouting at her brother's successful attempt to get her rile up on purpose.
"You really know how to press my buttons Tandred." The low mutterings from her was accompanied by more wine being poured into her glass as she crossed her arms bitterly.
"I'm your brother, it is my duty to annoy you." Jaina's glare softened lightly, all of this just so they could break the tension. She sighed at his questionable method of brotherly love before taking a swig of her drink. The Proudmoore genes must be strong within her because this was her fourth glass.
"How about you then? You are the only one who is able to carry on the Proudmoore bloodline." Tandred bit his tongue lightly, it seems that she was quick to redirect the question. He pondered about his own personal life for a moment before he decided to resort to the tried and true method of throwing his other sibling under the cart.
"What about Derek?" She shook her head and unbuttoned the top of her blue robes, allowing her breast to breathe freely in the restricted dress. The alcohol was heating up her body, a desirable outcome in the cold frigid night but also stuffy as hell.
"He is a forsaken Tandred, I highly doubt he has the biological capability to sire children." Tandred nodded as he stroked his beard, Forsakens are basically reanimated corpses, so does it count as necrophilia if a human has intercourse with one. But what if two forsakens are caught in the act of intimacy? A question perhaps best left unanswered.
"He does seem rather close with Lady Menethil." Jaina smiled dryly and focused on holding her liquor.
"Maybe we could have the long anticipated Menethil and Proudmoore union after all." The cynical tone from his sister made Tandred laugh in glee, it was often said that Jaina would be the future queen of Lordaeron. The Menethil and Proudmoore household were to be united under the banner of love and power, at least according to the populace years ago.
"It would be hell of a wedding that's for certain." Jaina nodded along, she was near certain the reception to the wedding would be divisive and political. The fate of Kul Tirans and Forsakens would be intertwined in more ways than one, no one would be welcoming to such changes and there is bound to be riots from citizens. Unless Derek dissociates himself from Kul Tiras completely, then perhaps people would be more receptive and accepting. The white haired mage sighed and sipped on her wine, inhaling the sweet scent of fermented wine.
"What about the Kalecgos fella?" Jaina was almost choke and spat out her drink, she coughed violently for a few moments before she recomposed herself. Her brother looked completely innocent to his question, but she knew damn well he was doing this on purpose. Bastard even timed it too when she was sipping her drink.
"What? Where did you hear about that?" Tandred's lips curled upwards at his sister's livid expression, he missed teasing her like this.
"From a close confidant. Honestly, your taste in men is certainly interesting if not concerning." The archmage felt her face flushed, not from the alcohol mind you but from the accusation. It was true, her taste in man had largely been problematic to say the least. Everyone who ever loved her just seemed to go down the path of evil and desolation, it honestly scared Jaina from forming close relationships with anyone she deemed compatible.
"We have ended our relationship, it was for the best." The crestfallen expression and the soft tone made Tandred keenly realize that his sister was taking his teasing and jokes in earnest. He cleared his throat and leaned backwards to his chair, so far his efforts at cheering his sister up has been a resounding failure. It was time to switch to a more caring approach.
"I'm beginning to sound like father now don't I?" Jaina chuckled and nodded, Tandred was as close to their father, not just in terms of physique but also mannerism. But Tandred was more mellow and diplomatic than their strict and decisive father. The cadence and authoritative tone was there, but so was the genuine love for his men and duty.
"Well you always looked up to him, naturally you will sound like him." Tandred nodded and stared at his reflection from his wine that rippled and swirled about.
"I take that as a compliment then, I know I'm half of the man he is." Jaina blinked at Tandred's pensive tone, it was clear to her that her brother had struggles of his own too. He had been compared to their father numerous times, the hushed whispers from the crowd and the disapproved look from the admirals, all of them had judged him lowered compared to their father. She nursed a soft smile and reached for his hands, intertwining their fingers together.
"Don't sell yourself short Tandred, you are an amazing navigator and captain. You are fearless to a fault, winning the hearts of our people with your sincerity and dedication. Wear your stripes with pride." Tandred was admittedly speechless from the heartfelt and sincere tone from his sister, he rid himself from the emotions and let out a boisterous laugh to hide his more sentimental side.
"Hah! Such high praises from the lord admiral herself. I will drink to it!" The two cheered and celebrated their time together, downing the entire bottle down as they converse throughout the whole night. Time rapidly flew by and with the bottle empty from its contents, Tandred knew it was high time they submit to slumber. The sailor was able to hold his balance and foot just right, but the same could not be said to Azeroth's most powerful mage, brought down to her knees by mere intoxication. She babbled about with a lopsided grin, her body was flushed red as it heated up rapidly. She was in a very vulnerable state right now, fortunately it was just Tandred and her within the cabin. The grizzled sailor always has his flintlock loaded with enough bullets to bring down an entire Horde armada.
"You need to hold your liquor better, Jaina." His sister pinned her body onto him, holding his neck tightly with her breath permeating the room with the scent of alcohol. It was an unpleasant experience, not necessarily out of carrying his sister. She was as light as a feather, but the severe effects of having a beautiful woman pinning her body onto you had its consequences. Sister or not, she had always been an attractive woman, something which in his drunkard stupor, he keenly realized.
"I'm fine, perfectly capable of walking." He remained steadfast and helped her to her room. The lavish looking bedroom was adorned with bookshelves, wardrobes, dresser and other fancy wizardry stuff that he struggled to comprehend. He was half expecting a bubbling cauldron and a flying broom but the glowing grimoire on the table and the runic insignia inscribed on her walls was close enough. Her bed was fit for a queen, fluffy and firm, the mattress was delicately sewn and crafted with the finest feather and cotton.
"Now off to bed you go." Jaina let out a moan as she nuzzled deeper onto her pillow. Tandred sighed and rolled her body over as if it was a log over water, he placed her body outward to the bed in case she was about to puke, hopefully sparing her bed from the unsightly mess. With his older sister finally laying on her bed, Tandred pulled a nearby study chair to sit next to her, just for a few moments to ensure she was alright. The act of consideration didn't go unnoticed however, Jaina shifted her head upwards and let out a smile at her brother.
"Thank you Tandred, it's been so long since I have let loose. We probably spoke about a lot of weird things, didn't we?" The sailor chuckled and nodded, their conversation has moved beyond politics and the conflict with the Horde, to more mundane and down to earth personal stories. Things like the favourite sights in Azeroth, the finest cuisines and the interesting people and gossip, all of these conversations were rarely if ever, talked about between friends and colleagues.
"We did, but we have always been the weird ones in the family. Sleep well sister." He gave her one last stroke to the hair before leaving, but a firm grip on his wrist halted the mighty Kul Tiran immediately. He paused and turned to her, her eyes showing signs of loneliness.
"Jaina?" She bit her lower lip and whispered her pleas, she already made things awkward, might as well see it through.
"Stay for a little while." Tandred wasn't sure what her intentions were, but two drunk adults in a bedroom doesn't exactly seem cordial or appropriate. The young man raised his voice just slightly, not enough to sound harsh but enough to get his point and message across.
"It's getting late, it's high time that I return to my quarters." Jaina reached for her hands, whether it was the alcohol making her more open and affectionate was anyone's guess, but Tandred did not flinch or push her way when their hands touched each other. The fiery warmth of their clasped hands sent a chill down Tandred's spine, in ways that both made him feel guilty and excited.
"Please?" The sailor quivered at her deep blue eyes akin to the beautiful ocean itself. He sighed inwardly, why is making such a fuss over this? They scarcely see each other and they should take any time they can get to stay together.
"Alright." Giddily, Jaina sat upright and shuffled to the other side of the bed, allowing her brother to sit close next to her. He held back a smile from her antics, hard to believe at the age of 43 she still can show signs of childishness. She patted the empty spot where she slept, the undeniable warmth from her body was comforting in cold nights like these. The younger brother took off his elegant frock coat and hung it over the chair. He slowly slipped into the warm bed and smelled the scent of Jaina's perfume and smell of wine lingering together in harmony.
"I'm sorry for being unreasonable, I just want someone to talk to." Her voice trailed off as she looked away, partially out of pride and embarrassment. Tandred chuckled at his sister's behavior and clasped her hands to his, holding them firmly to let her know-
"I'm all ears." She loosened a smile, a genuine one that deprived her of any stress or worries. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to flush out all the horrible memories of war and the brutal battles that she witnessed and endured. She wishes she could focus on the pleasant moments of her life, free from strife or war. She drank in the silence and laid against her pillow, keenly aware that Tandred was just sitting next to her in silence, waiting for her to open up.
"Do you often think about the past Tandred? When we were just kids, free from responsibilities and worries? Where the only things we worried about were finishing homework and not getting caught staying up late watching the stars." Tandred's lips curled upwards, he fondly remembered those memories. Back when he was a timid and shy boy, Jaina was actually the one who had the balls and audacity to disobey their parents just to show him the majestic sight of Boralus. The freight ships that sailed to the harbor, the squadron of marines hoisting their polearms with the Proudmoore insignia adorned on their armor, everything was so much more exciting than being confined to their mansions and homes.
"Aye, I remember those times too. A time where the world used to make sense, where everyone we held dear were right next to us. I would never forget the times where father brought us out to sea, treasuring his spy glass as we count the different ships sailing in the distance." Jaina nodded fondly, she shuffled closer to her brother as she gradually sober up from the alcohol. The chilling wind of the arctic seas has begun to seep into the ship's hull again, her shoulder grazing upon Tandred's broad chest, their combined body warmth enough to stir up the heat emanating from both of their bodies.
"Mhmm, I wish for those times again."
"We make do with what we have sister. Everyday we are fighting for our people, for our cause and for our peace. One day we will have our rest, but until then we will do what we can to protect the ones we love." Jaina knew that, it was the noble thing to do. But at this point she's been fighting for so long, it's almost pointless if not endless. She was getting sick and tired of the needless conflict that beckoned her attention. She just wants to rest and focus on her studies, learn about the world and do experiments that pique her interest.
"That's a cause worth fighting for." Tandred raised his eyebrows over his sister's lack of enthusiasm and disinterest. Damn the politics, his once brilliant and cheerful sister had become jaded and cynical over time. The experience had hardened her and while he was always one to celebrate growth and maturity, even he had to question why Jaina must bear the brunt of the world's problems.
"Always. I know you have to make difficult decisions everyday, just know that you can rely on me. I may lack your magical prowess or patient nature, but I sure as hell can deliver a command or two." She knew that. Tonight was a testament to their trust and love for each other. She had been very open with him tonight, her frustrations, her guilt and suppressed memories were all let out at that very moment. Tandred didn't judge her, but his witty remarks had always made her dance between annoyed and flattered.
"Your loyalty is all I need Tandred, it's hard to find confidants that wouldn't be lured by higher powers." The bitter and sarcastic tone was concerning to say the least, every staunch ally they thought were incorruptible were frankly the one that bit them back the most.
"Power always changes people, whether it's good or bad is up to the wielder to decide." Jaina followed Tandred's gaze, pointing towards the staff given by his mentor, Antonidas, his last parting gift to her. She leaned closer to her brother and found herself conflicted, she herself had slaughtered the Sunreavers during the purge of Dalaran, an act no different from that of Arthas. Her heart clenched and found herself burrowing onto Tandred's body, finding comfort and solace in him. The seasoned corsair sighed and placed an arm round her, pulling her tenderly to his body. It was terribly cold and any excuse he can use to hold and comfort his sister, Tandred will take it.
"Do you think we can ever coexist with the Horde Tandred? It seems like every time we found a uniting force that keep us from tearing each other part, we would inevitably fall back to old hatreds." It was a question asked and debated constantly between Alliance leaders, frankly not even Tandred knows. He is not a man of politics, he just follows orders and executes them to the fullest ability he can muster. But putting down the saber for a moment, he picked up the quill and pondered about the eternal strife between Horde and Alliance.
"Unless we forget our old feuds and create a world where both sides can see eye to eye, I doubt it sister. It is not wrong to dream of a peaceful world, nor would I call it an impossible task, certainly idealistic if not naive, but it's good to have ideals in this world filled with suffering." The archmage loves that idea, clinging onto any hope they can get to ensure peace between both sides is always good. Yet she couldn't help but to wonder what ifs, had she not helped Rexxar and Thrall, perhaps things would be different. Instead of helping their sworn enemy, what if she worked with her father at that very decisive moment?
"Is it selfish of me to think I should have sided with father? Wiping out and exterminating the horde at that very moment could have prevented what happened to Theramore." Tandred held her tighter, putting his chin above her head as he inhaled her scent. The soft and guilt-ridden tone triggered his primal instinct, to protect and comfort someone who is near and dear to him. He had long forgiven Jaina, accounts differ from what exactly happened, some said she was the one who killed him, others said their father died of heartbreak after siding with the very orcs that killed their brother. Whatever it was, Tandred heed these rumors no mind.
"Survivor's guilt is a hell of a feeling sister, I understand your pain. You were convinced that the Horde was reformed, free from the bloodthirsty monster we grew up to hear so much. Yet time and time again we were proven wrong, a lapse in our judgment. What happened to Theramore or Teldrassil- no one could have predicted it."
"But the Alliance is not above sin either if I have to be frank, we all have done horrible, horrible things in the name of protecting the interest of the Alliance. At the end of the day, nothing matters if we can't even protect the ones we love. Morality is only justified when you are on the winning end." The pensive silence set in, each sibling processing and internalizing what Tandred had said. Jaina for one loosen up into a small smile, at the end of the day their cause and justification is nothing more than a means to an end.
"The us or them mentality." Tandred grunted at his sister's soft murmurs, it was harsh but the reality is that gloves and pleasantries are off when resources, territories and ideologies clashed between one another. Who is willing to play diplomat when your people are actively being slaughtered by the other side?
"Aye, but Azeroth is big enough for all of us. I don't expect the feud between Horde and Alliance to end any time soon, but it will end when the flames of hatred dies down. It may take generations and we might be proven wrong again and again, but at the very least we can still hold onto that hope." The rousing speech from her brother was nothing short of poetic and beautiful, if not downright surprising.
"You're certainly grown up now haven't you Tandred?" The teasing tone from her broke the tension within the room, Tandred sighed and held her shoulders with an unamused expression.
"Oh for Tides sake sister, please do not patronize me like this. We were having a serious moment!" The exchanged chuckles for the moment, Jaina was near certain tonight would be another boring night, but having Tandred visiting her quarters and talking to her like this, it was so refreshing and reinvigorating.
"Ehehe sorry." He rolled his eyes over the giggles but settled into a smile nevertheless, seeing his sister happy like this just invoked so many fond childhood memories. He nursed a small grunt when he realized how close they were to each other, intimately so even. He cleared his throat and averted his gaze from his sister's cleavage that were visible from his view.
"Apology accepted, now sleep. Don't make me grab mother." The older Proudmoore nodded, feeling quite disappointed that their time together had ended. She gathered the courage to lock their fingers once more and leaned to his ear, her warm breath tickling his earlobes with the softest whisper she could muster.
"Good night Tandred." The pleasurable chill down his spine made him parched with thirst, he merely nodded to his sister's words and reluctantly loosened his grip around her body. He stood upright next to her, eyeing her lithe body that laid out for him. The battlemage attire did little to hide her figure, from the voluptuous body to the curvaceous legs and thighs, all of Jaina's womanly assets were accentuated by the tight robe that clung her body tightly. His eyes finally trailed to her sapphire blue eyes, shining adoringly in all of its brilliant glory. He sighed inwardly, the alcohol must have drastically lowered his inhibitions.
"Good night Lord Admiral, sleep well." Jaina pouted at the way he addressed her, but decided to not raise the issue. He bid her farewell and exited her private quarters, with his boots echoing across the hull of the ships. As the silence of the night set in and the veil of darkness were illuminated with the faint glow of the moonlight, Jaina found herself for the first time in many years, having sleep come over with relative ease.
"Admiral, we have routed the last of the pirates." His First Officer spoke with roaring confidence and authority, saluting him with pride and glory. Tandred nodded as he peered through his spyglass, the rows of illegal ships caught on fire and the sight of pirates and marauders being apprehended by Kul Tiras' finest was a sight for sore eyes. They have finally routed the last of the rogue sea wolves after a tip off from the nearby townsfolk, another celebratory victory for the glorious maritime nation.
"Good, they will be punished in accordance with maritime law." Piracy is one of the most vile of crimes under Kul Tiran law and the punishment for such devious crimes is death itself. These men and women would be hung at the gallows, a public execution to remind the public that no one is above the law. As the galleons and frigates chart towards the grand vessel, Tandred steer the helm and let out a boisterous cheer to his men.
"Set sail to harbor!" The symphonies of salutes and cheers erupted, earning a small grin from the admiral. The life of a seafarer is undeniably difficult and strenuous yet the thrills of adventure and sense of duty had been Tandred's greatest pleasure. It wasn't long before the fleet finally docked at the harbor, with coast guards and maritime officers manning their stations. The heroic welcome and rapturous cheers echoed the harbor, though a routine and mandatory courtesy, one must admit the genuine look of pride was hell of a confidence boost. The youngest Proudmoore entered his private quarters once the pirates and sea demons were placed in jail. From this vantage point, it gave him the entire port view of Boralus and the seas that stretched beyond. The crisp salty scent of the breeze was calming to him, but a squawk from a nearby falcon swiftly caught his attention. He turned and smiled at the sight of the friendly and swift messenger, a peregrine falcon with a missive caught between its sharp beak.
"A letter?" He took the letter from the feathered one and watched it ride the updrafts of the currents to soar high in the skies. He slowly walked to his desks and unraveled the content of the missive that had the royal Proudmoore insignia adorned on it. He let out a little grunt once he read the letter, it seems his presence is needed elsewhere. Quick on his feet, the guards and marines saluted him as he passed by them. The marbled stone floors echoed with every step he took and it wasn't long before he reached the main quarters. The staunch veteran marines gave a nod of respect before allowing him access to the main deckhalls of the capital.
"You wish to see me Lord Admiral?" The archmage merely smiled at her brother's cheeky tone, she placed down her quill and nodded. On time as always, the last of the Bloodhound scoundrels have been routed and caught, though elusive and savage, they were not match for the might of the Kul Tiran navy. She welcomed her brother by walking towards him and enveloped him in a small but snuggly hug, their own private customary greeting they developed after that fateful night.
"I told you not to call me that." Tandred merely chuckled and patted her shoulders before they took their seats on their respective chairs. His sister was certainly busy, as if the workload of Lord Admiral is not enough, now she must form and maintain diplomatic relationships with their sworn enemy.
"It's fun teasing you. Now, what do you need of me sister?" The frost mage assumed a more stoic and serious expression, she crossed her arms right underneath her bosom and stared at her brother with the utmost importance.
"A council summit is convening next week, the summit is to facilitate and maintain the relationship between Horde and Alliance." Tandred was mildly surprised by this, not because of the summit no, but rather why he is being informed at this? Brother or not, this was extremely serious affairs where the balance and peace between two sides were at stake. As far as he is concerned he is but a humble seadog.
"Sounds awfully important."
"It is and I need a close confidant to accompany me, acting as my advisor and anchor ." The captain knew what she was asking of him, having a firm and unyielding helmsman during turbulent waters is crucial for sailing through the storm unscathed. His sister needs him more than ever, someone to be her guiding star in the cloudy night.
"Good luck then." The crestfallen and unamused expression on Jaina made him chuckle, ah he was just messing with her.
"I merely jest sister, I would be honored to go on behalf of Kul Tiras. I will gladly go with you." Jaina breathed an audible sigh of relief, how he is able to make light of a dire situation truly perplexed her. Though part of her was worried that he would vehemently reject the idea.
"Thank you, though I would have ordered you to go regardless." He grinned at her tone, the older sibling authority still persists in their later years eh?
"While I'm flattered, by what counsel could I possibly offer? You know politics is beyond me." The archmage beamed, that was the exact reason she had chosen him. A close confidant, a caring brother but importantly a courageous soldier who is always on the ground with their men and women.
"That is precisely the reason I chose you. You don't see politics, you see people of duty." It was mildly interesting that his sister had such high expectations and opinions of him now, she had always been the smartest and most sensible one in the family. Now she is the most powerful and influential person in their kingdom, the most powerful mage in all of Azeroth, her exploits and feats surpass their father by leaps and bounds, so for her to choose a mere mortal like him who does not possess any extraordinary abilities or magics is humbling.
"Any foreseeable obstacles or conflicts?" The charming Daughter of the Sea nodded, they were many political landmines that needed to be tread cautiously. Animosity between both sides are tangible and while tensions have largely sizzled out, there were the occasional scuffles between their armed forces.
"Mainly revolving around territorial disputes and renewing treaties, nothing serious for now, but we must remain vigilant." It was the status quo then, unless something radical and drastic happens, the meeting should be relatively smooth sailing provided there are no assassinations or attempts of sabotage from unsavory forces.
"Very well, when and where is the summit located?" Jaina surveyed the details of the invitation thoroughly and spoke absentmindedly.
"The summit would be held a fortnight away in Silvermoon, Lor'themar had insisted on hosting the summit."
"And why would he do that?" The Lord Admiral merely shrugged, she herself suspected it was a show of strength and soft power. Geopolitics often rely on subtlety and influence to slowly gain ground and leverage over their competitors.
"Perhaps as a sign of strength, either way Silvermoon is the venue." The grizzled captain wasn't comfortable with the venue given past histories and bloodshed, but he harbored no disdain for elven kind. If Jaina herself is honoring the wishes of the host, then who is he to question her judgment?
"Whatever it is, Kul Tiras stands ready." The steadfast and unfaltering tone was just what she expected from him.
Two weeks had passed since then and the mighty Proudmoore battleships had docked upon the harbor port of Quel'Danas. The fleet of soldiers marched along the beautiful city, with ambassadors and diplomats welcoming their Kul Tiran counterpart. Pleasantries and gifts were exchanged, though it was nothing more than surface level respect and protocol. The Lord Admiral walked side by side with her rugged advisor, his unkept beard and relatively normal corsair attire was a juxtaposition to the other high ranking officials attending the summit. She nursed a smile when a familiar face walked upon to greet her, his tall stature and rugged body may be intimidating, but the gentle and calming aura exuded from him was certainly a welcomed sight.
"Jaina it's good to see you." The orc earthbinder spoke with much joy in his voice, it's good to see an old friend after all these years. The brilliant mage nodded in response, they scarcely have any means to see each other after the whole armistice treaty.
"Likewise Thrall, it's been ages since we last saw each other." Tandred glanced at the former Warchief then back to his own sister, he wasn't sure if there was any tension between the two, however he could safely say that there is chemistry. Perhaps in a different life, the two would have found solace and comfort in each other's arms, a timeline that Tandred frankly was looking to avoid. He stood uncharacteristically distant from her, surveying the surrounding city in earnest. The exotic architecture of Quel'thalas was a stark contrast to Kul Tiran muted and more down to sea tones. Everything seemed to be tall, sleek and towering, just like the elves who built it.
"Valeera you are here too?" He broke his stupor and turned to his sister, she had no shortage of friends does she? A beautiful elf with sparkling green eyes eagerly ran to her, giving his sister a tight hug that was a far cry from the cold and aloof assassin.
"Having friends on both sides makes attending this council it easier on me, I know this is what Anduin would have wanted too." Anduin, that name itself invokes maternal instincts within Jaina. She had always viewed him as her precious nephew, someone who she must guide and actively support. Seeing him grow from an idealistic prince, to a responsible and battle-hardened king that felt immense guilt and trauma over the aftermath of the Domination, was a difficult chain of events that Jaina still struggles to comprehend. For three years he had gone missing, leaving Turalyon acting as Regent Lord of Stormwind, whether he was alive and well is anyone's guess, but Jaina would always be ready to welcome her nephew home with a bonecrushing hug.
"He would return to us, give him time." The grizzled and husky voice was all too familiar. Jaina turned and was pleasantly surprised to see the Gilnean king attending the ceremony. He of all people had expressed disdain attending any event that had a trace of Forsaken stench, the death of his son still firmly lingering in his mind. Change of leadership or not, the old man didn't seem to have any intention to forgive the undead.
"Genn." He nursed a smile and gave her a hug for a joyful reunion.
"Good to see you too Jaina." Pleasantries and banter were exchanged when the host of the summit appeared with his radiant wife by his side. The seasoned farstrider smiled at the sight, peace is indeed a luxury few nations can afford to have right now.
"If all members are present, shall we proceed with the summit?"
"By all means Lor'themar." Tandred grunted as he stood behind Jaina, painfully aware of the sheer awkwardness and tension between Horde and Alliance. The meeting would no doubt be one filled with animosity and hostility, each eager to find an excuse to blame and throw insults at each other, sort of like two drunkards brawling it out. He narrowed his eyes, Tandred was ready to defend the Proudmoore and Kul Tiran honour.
"The meeting is adjourned then." An hour of diplomacy and vague metaphors to describe current relationships between Horde and Alliance pass by relatively quickly. Tandred was absolutely amazed by the cadence and composure of all the leaders, there were a few subtle signs of annoyance and growling, with the latter mostly from Genn but overall, everything was cordial and calm. Exiting the main chamber and into the well maintained courtyard, Tandred found himself walking next to Jaina as she admired the beautiful flowers and scenery of the garden.
"That went swimmingly, I expected the old sea dog to not attend." The rather short and anticlimactic meeting ended too quickly for his liking, frankly Tandred was hoping to see more fruitful discussion regarding territorial disputes and more frank discussions about demilitarizing at certain borders.
"Tess managed to convince him to attend." Jaina spoke absentmindedly, kneeling down to a Sunrose flower that was in the shade of vibrant orange and red. She let out a small smile and touched the petals, such a precious and beautiful flower that stands out from the rest, it is this precise reason why so many of them do not live long lives, the beautiful ones are always plucked away at a moment's fancy.
"The city is beautiful, filled with life and vigor." The frost mage raised her eyebrows, she stood up and faced her brother. Did she catch him in his moment of vulnerability?
"Unlike you to be this sentimental Tandred." The sailor scoffed and perched one hand on his hips. He would blame his time on shore for his faltering nature. Shorefolks are sappy and soft, untrained and untouched by the rough seas and harsh waves.
"Aye, landlubbers like you have softened me, not necessarily a bad thing." She rolled her eyes at the reasoning, she was thoroughly aware of her different accent and after spending much time in Dalaran. She hardly fits into Kul Tiras now, but she had been readjusting to her native nation. The sound of children laughing with their parents tugging their hands close to them brought a smile to Jaina. She watched the young boy hugging his mother as she scooped him up in her arms, eagerly pampering the young boy who successfully finished buying the much needed bread and basket.
"Silvermoon is as beautiful as I imagined, hard to believe that Arthas-" Tandred sighed at his sister's downcast expression, what has gotten her to be this melodramatic and sentimental? Arthas' actions cannot be blamed on Jaina, regardless of naysayers' venomous tongue. His sister did not abandon the young prince in his time of need and instead, he chose the path of damnation himself.
"There you go again, I told you to stop thinking about this didn't I?" The archmage nodded, she tightened her grip around her staff and properly faced him. The veteran sailor's stoic and stern demeanor made Jaina sighed inwardly, she should be past self-loathing and guilt right now.
"You're right, I'm sorry." Tandred softened his features, Jaina looked so defeated right now. It wasn't his intention to lecture her or tell her how to feel, he was just frustrated that the frost mage is so adamant on not letting past events go. Swallowed in her own sea of guilt and spiraling depression, Tandred can ill-afford to lose his sister now. He reached for a sudden embrace to the Lord Admiral, hugging her tenderly in his arms as she gasped and flushed at the sudden public display of affection from her aloof and reserved brother.
"No, it is I who should apologize Jaina, I know it's been difficult for you." The low whisper of sincerity sent a blaze down her heart. Though she would have protested, she sunk into his arms and reciprocated the warm hug from a dear family. She squeezed him tighter, feeling a large weight off her shoulders with every fiber of embrace and warmth emanating from the burly sailor.
"Lady Proudmoore, it's been a while." Tandred narrowed his eyes when a hooded figure approached them uncharacteristically dodgy with the hood obscuring the face. How could a blatantly obvious shady looking man be allowed to walk freely in the open streets of Silvermoon during a high profile meeting eludes Tandred. Yet Jaina looked relatively calm as she turned to face the man, breaking away from the hug as she gripped her staff a tad bit tighter in suspicion of the figure dressed in pure black.
"Who are you?" Her tone was strong and assertive, bereft of any calm or composure. Tandred keenly picked up the edge in his sister's tone and slowly reached for his flintlock, ready for a quick draw to shoot the bastard dead. Unfortunately, a shoot first and ask question approach may not be proper given they were technically on enemy soil and their actions are akin to provocation to the state. The figure merely raised his head, allowing the light to reach the cowl and shed vision on the man's face. The sight of leprosy and rotting flesh on the man's face made Jaina widen her eyes.
"A messenger." As soon as those left its mouth, a needle coated in vile venom was fired from the man's wrist. The high velocity projectile pierce right through the coat and sinks into the vulnerable organs, rapidly releasing toxins to the bloodstream and paralyzing the entire body. Jaina's bright blue eyes that spoke of her curiosity and brilliance became one of horror and despair when Tandred stood before her with his mouth secreting blood tainted by venom. The Forsaken assassin attempted to launch a clean cut towards the Proudmoore when two loud rounds of bullets penetrated right through the abdomen. Armed with his blunderbuss and slew of profanities, Tandred's eyes show signs of fatigue and indifference when the assassin slumped to the ground with daggers concealed within the sleeves.
"Bastard…" Using the last vestiges of his strength to curse his foe, the younger Proudmoore soon lost consciousness and fell into the arms of his sister. Fear and panic overwhelmed Jaina at the thought of another loved one dying in her arms as she cradled him close to her with tears flowing uncontrollably from her eyes.
"Tandred!" Silvermoon's finest swiftly rushed to the scene with the local townwatch ushering all residents and populace into their homes and premises. The Kul Tiran sailor could barely keep himself awake as his vision went blurry by the second, the gibberish screams and the shouts from the elves were disorientating and deafening yet the sight of Jaina clutching onto him was all he remembered before succumbing to his injuries.