"I remember when my wife, my queen died. I had told the common-folk she was murdered by those masons. Fool I was and a sorry excuse." Varian stood pacing around the garden inside Stormwind keep. The only observer was Jaina, the one he believed would never speak a word: strangely she honored this. Snowflakes gracefully fell on her crossed legs; and Varian was dressed in fur as well. "Fool I was, am always."
"But they never knew she died of a sickness. How could a majestic queen die of a simple plague!" Madness overtook him again and he racked a flower; "I will never find a woman as good as her." Jaina only responded with her tears, which froze before they could travel past her nose.
"What of your son?" He glanced at her with those amber eyes. "What of him?"
"Surely one day you will tell him?"
"That his mother died from a plague and not some small rock?"
"We do not know that for sure."
"Blasphemy! What else would it have been?" Then he thought-"She did return from visiting that weak man who calls himself a king hiding behind a stone wall." Jaina slouched her shoulders in submission. "I know the line is now threatened, but who Jaina?" She had no sisters nor were there much nobility these days. Most of the nobility had been scourged due to the Menethil's. And that man's sister was still alive but she was beyond a suggestion.
"I do not know my friend, perhaps the gods will bring someone; they always do, whether a good or evil one." Varian looked at her, noticing her sadness, and that she would be barren for life. The gods did choose a wife for the king but it was a fake one…
I wanted to be normal.
Don't we all?
Some of us are chosen and most of us are forgotten.
A kingdom awaits thee
All return to ashes with time
All I wanted was to be normal
Don't we all?
Thrust into the daily rhythms
Awakening and returning to the crypt,
Forgotten and to never return
Wading the sea of dust.
I Only wanted to be something,
Don't we all?
Some of us pursue and others are fallen
A kingdom awaits thee, all I need of thee is to build
In the end
All kingdoms return to dust
I only wanted to be a mother
Don't we all?
Have my image fetched upon me, to feast upon me,
Have her cherish with loving memories
In the end
All my children return to dust and ashes.
Don't we all?
What am I doing?
All I wanted was to go home
Don't you remember?
There was never a home for you - lost daughter.