I woke up before the sun came up because I knew Anduin wouldn't start his kingly duties before nine. I woke up and Kel'Magnus had defecated on the floor, but I wasn't mad, not even a little. I wasn't mad because… I do the same thing too. Not on the floor I mean, you see I promised myself while I was working for the Alliance that I wouldn't take in any arcane energy and just eat food to keep myself nurtured, but that meant defecating on my clothes or sheets or something. For the most part I've always been able to control that part of myself by flexing most of the time, even when I run, and I would time the hour when I needed to relieve myself and sit in a privy for a few mintues, but when I'm asleep, I have to relax and that means… accidents. But also, I smeared a lot of my purple makeup on those very sheets so when I was cleaning up the mess that Kel'Magnus made on the floor, I told the innkeeper that it was his fault. He was able to cover me from the mess I made and the makeup that was on my sheets.

I cleaned myself with some wet rags and soap and I reapplied my makeup. I gave the soiled sheets to the innkeeper and she yelled at me that I needed to house break that lion as he followed me. Also, that I wouldn't be allowed to bring him to the Inn.

I asked where I could, and she suggested the Lion's Pride Inn outside of Stormwind. They like lions and they had a laundry service because it was so close to the lake.

That did seem nice, but I needed a high level of privacy with closed doors and I was willing to pay extra if they could provide a little extra service. They said, "No, we won't clean up after your pet."

I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes, and gave her a blank look, "It wasn't him." I confessed.

"What?" The innkeeper gave me a look of shock and smiled.

"I said, it wasn't him." I repeated.

The innkeeper busted out a laugh, "You know it didn't smell like it came from an animal."

I grunted out a sound of anger, "Oh, I am so glad you think this is so funny, but I need a level of privacy while I'm here, not just a bed."

The innkeeper regained some composure and nodded his head, "Of course, but I won't clean up after you. But if privacy is more important the next time you come over I'll have a barrel of hot water prepared for you and you can clean up your own mess."

I sighed and missed arcane magic so much, but if this was going to be a regular thing, I needed to get used to it. "I'd like that very much, thank you. I trust you won't say this to anyone, will you?"

The innkeeper shook his head, "No, you're good."

This was my own fault. I just had to eat those poolside green pepper nachos they served here and they tasted nothing like the Orcish nachos they have Orgrimmar. It was a little past six in the morning when I came to Stormwind Keep, being a guard myself for so long at the Silver Covenant I figured that shifts were between 6 am and 2 pm. Then there was that guard again, doing his backwards walk up that hill and didn't even acknowledge that I was watching him and went to the room to the left. "Pretty sweet moves you got there." I said to him,

He shrugged, "I don't know what you're talking about."

I walked next to him, "How did you do that?" I asked.

He just blankly looked forward, "Patrol? I walk around a few times then write in my book, 'Nothing to report.' Unless there is something. "

"Will you write something about me?" I asked.

He looked over at me for a second and back to his slow walking, "Maybe, if you keep asking me questions. I can have you arrested if I feel you're trying to distract me from my duties."

So, I walked next to him for a little while and with great discipline he patrolled the Keep and in about five minutes of walking around we came to the area of the entrance. I saw him smile and shake his head and gracefully and smoothly did his backwards walk up the hill on Stormwind Keeps halls.

I gasped and held my breath the whole time he was walking backwards. I jumped and clapped my hands when he started moving to the left, "Oh my gosh zat so amazing zat you can do zat."

I could see he was blushing through his helmet, "Thank you." He said finally.

"You seem like the most interesting guard I've ever seen." I told him.

He shook his head, "Thank you, but I'm married."

I smiled at him, "Well I'm sure your wife is very impressed and lucky to have you."

He smiled, thought back, and looked at me as he walked, "What's your name?" He asked.

I looked away, "I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell you."

He looked at me questionably, "Is there a problem, I could take you to my superiors if someone is bothering you."

I shook my head, "No it's not a legal thing, it's just." I held out a piece of paper.

"I can't take that." He said blankly.

I looked at him sadly, "Why not?"

He sighed and shook his head, "Because it will look like you're giving me a bribe."

I shook my head, "It's not a bribe, I wanted you to give this to King Anduin when he got to his throne."

He looked at me through his helmet and I met his eyes there. They were brown, over a grizzled unkempt face that seemed like it missed a few days with a razor. He was trying to see if I was being genuine and I smiled slightly but it turned back into a frown as I looked away. My heart sank at the thought of rejection and I thought I might need to figure something else out, "Thank you for being so helpful." I said and started walking away.

"Wait." He said as my back was turned.

I darted back to him as he tried to catch up with his patrol. He sighed and shook his head, "Listen, I have ten of these laps I have to do, and it's usually really lonely. I usually only get a few doubletakes for my moonwalk, but you're the first person that seemed impressed." He shrugged, "If you keep me company for a little while I'll read your letter and decide if I should give it to him, but I won't make any promises from there."

I gasped, smiled, and opened up my arms but he held out his hands in defense, "No hugs please."

I nodded, "Sorry, and for the sarcasm." I said, put my hand on the back of my head, and I laughed at myself.

So, I walked with him on his patrol, he asked me what it said, and I told him that he would have to read it. He told me his name was Tommy-Joe Stonefield and it turned out that his shift needed to be done in a timely manner. There were grandfather clocks he had to look at to know when and where he needed to be, to speed up or slow down. His book needed to be made after fifteen patrols and he would be able to sit down and write for fifteen minutes. He could talk, but not if the king was there or he might be heard by him. It didn't seem very nice, they expected them to act like machines.

"You understand why we can't be friends with our king right?" Stonefield asked me.

I shook my head sadly, "He seems so kind, like he could be friends with anyone." I stated.

Stonefield smiled and tilted his head, "He is kind and he could be friends with us," He said, "but if he tried to protect us because we were friends he could get hurt, then we wouldn't be very good guards."

I sighed at the thought, but I understood. He sat down at his table and wrote in his book 'Nothing to report' and held out his hand. I put my poem in his hand. He looked at the words and then back at me, he frowned and put it down, "It's beautiful. You know my wife sent me one of these at one time." He said and looked up at me. "But what do you think he'll say?"

I shook my head and shrugged, "I don't want him to know it was me, I just want him to know that someone feels this way about him."

He looked forward and nodded, "Would you mind if I made a copy for my wife? I think I owe her a love letter."

I smiled and shook my head, "No, please do."

He pulled a piece of paper from the bottom of his books and started copying and I saw him change the last words 'never' to 'always'. "You have a gift, Night Elf. I'll make sure he gets it, but I don't know how he'll respond." He looked over at the clock, "It's almost nine he should be entering his throne room soon. If you were hoping for secrecy you should leave."

I smiled and bowed slightly, "Thank you."

I saw him smile through his helmet, "You're welcome."

—

The King of Stormwind Anduin Wrynn sat on his throne ready to brief the arriving soldiers and adventures of the coming events. He was somewhat half asleep but mentally prepared for the day, when the middle patrolling guard got closer to him than he had ever done in years. It surprised him the last time guards got this close to him, they changed into dragons and tried to kill him as a boy. "Yes, guardsmen?" He asked.

The guardsmen pulled a piece of paper from his belt and held it out to his king, "It seems you have an admirer." He said.

The king read it slightly out loud at the first line, looked back at the guard, back at the writing, and smiled slightly, but then frowned, "It's beautiful." He looked at the guardsmen, "Who wrote this?"

The guardsmen sighed, "She told me not to say and she didn't give me her name, but it was a Night Elf."

Anduin thought back and folded the paper in his hands, "Odd."

The guardsmen was surprised, "Is it? You are at that age Anduin, I would think that women would throw themselves at you by now."

Anduin let out a sigh, "When I was fourteen I got a lot of attention from girls but when I became a Priest they had to stop. Also, I would never think that a Night Elf would have these types of feelings for me." He stated.

"Why not?" The guardsmen asked.

Anduin thought back, "Because the Alliance failed their people, I failed their people, these types of feelings shouldn't be surfacing with their kind."

The guardsmen looked at him inquisitively, "I think you're too hard on yourself, it wasn't your fault."

Anduin put the paper in his pocket and looked at him, "Tell me guardsmen, when you saw this woman was it for the first time?"

He thought back, "It was the second time actually."

Anduin held onto his heart like it was racing, "Oh…"He shifted his lower body around in his throne and looked around confused, "I think I know who it was." A repressed smile was planted on his face as he spoke. He held his nose with his fingers to hide it.

"If I could be so bold." The guardsmen stated, "She seems like a really sweet girl, could you just let her down easy, please."

Anduin sealed his lips and tried to look at his guard blankly, "You spoke to her."

The guard nodded and smiled, "For a while actually."

"And what was your take on her?" Anduin asked.

The guard smiled as he recalled the Night Elf, "Other than her obviously big…" He said with a slight blush trying to think of a word.

Anduin smiled slightly and interrupted, "Yes, other than that." He started quickly.

The guard breathed in and thought back, "A little bit over the top, funny but in an inappropriate sarcastic way, she smelled nice though, but extremely genuine and sweet. She could make any man happy, if you're into hips that is."

Anduin sighed, thought back, and soaked his lips, "This is not going to be easy…" He said in a whisper, "Then this is going to make this that much harder."

The guardsmen looked at him and sighed in reminiscence, "Oh you poor kid."

"What?" He looked at the guardsmen in surprise

"Nothing." He looked away laughing a little.

Anduin shook head slightly to bring himself back, "Take the day to dress down into some lighter clothes and find Melfina Lovewood, when you do. Tell her that I'll meet her in Lion's Rest after my duties are over."

The guard shrugged, "Wouldn't it be better if you got some SI:7 agents to track her down?"

Anduin nodded, "It would, but you know her. She is a Night Elf hunter walking around with a small baby lion cub, I think people will remember her."

The guard saluted and left for his new duties.

—-

(Perfectia Dawnlight's Writing)

So, there I was soaking in a half barrel of somewhat hot water watching the oily purple makeup come off my body as I bathed. I had gotten Kel'Magnus to eat a little bit of raw meat once I crushed it with a blacksmith hammer but for the most part he only wanted to drink milk from a bottle again. I mixed a little bit of blood from the raw meat into the milk, so he would get a taste for it, but I don't know anything about taking care of these kinds of pets. I'm not really a hunter, but he's alive, and he seems happy and playful. He likes it when I brush him, he wasn't big on me trying to bathe him, but I gave him a lot of love and cleaned up the mess he made on the rug, again. It's fine, he did defecate while we were outside though, but I haven't even taken him outside Stormwind yet. It's just, he's still a baby, I've seen the way hunters use their pets and yes Kel'Magnus will get there soon, but he's not there now. He only has those four big fanged teeth that I can see when he yawns, and he has the cutest high pitched roar I've ever heard, and those cute little claws couldn't tear through much right now. I've been counting out my gold and I'm going to start running out of money in the next week or two, so maybe I could stab people with my… poorness. Don't quit your day job Perfectia you're not funny ... .I may have to take some jobs soon. I guess I should be fine on my own, I don't like the idea of caging him in one of the stables, he's been following me around like a shadow and it's a really nice feeling.

But then I heard a loud knock on my door in the Inn. "Melfina? Hey it's Tommy, the, ah, moonwalking guard." He said.

I got up from my bath water and put a towel around my body, "Oh, hi, how are you?"

"I'm good, my wife really liked the poem, thank you." He said.

"Oh, you're welcome, but how did you know my name and how did you find me?"

"Yeah about that, can I come in?" He asked.

"Naked. (and a blood elf)" I said out loud and I thought to myself. "Wait, how much money do you got?"

"Ah… I'm happily married."

"Well I'll give you a discount if you bring her." I laughed, "I'm just kidding with you Tommy. Don't tell Anduin I said that." I said in a serious tone.

I heard him sigh, "If we can get back on subject. I'll try to be brief then. He wants to meet with you tonight at Lion's Rest."

A surge of excitement came over me and I slammed myself against the door and put my ear next to it, "Is that what he really said? Why does he want to meet me? What did he say?" I asked quickly, "Did he like what I wrote? He wasn't mad, was he?"

"No, no, no, it's just. He said it was beautiful but…"

"I wrote him another poem, you know." I said excitedly, "Could you bring it to him?" I ran to where I wrote it and brought it to the door.

I heard him let out a deep sigh on the other side of the door, "Melfina listen… Please don't get your hopes up, you know it was so brave of you to say things like that, but he's the King and…" The sting of rejection hit me hard in my chest and it felt like an arrow was there, I was crying but was trying to hold it in, "Oh please don't do that." He said sympathetically.

"Why did you have to tell him who I was?" I asked.

"Uh… He figured it out. He gave you a lion cub? That's how I found you." He explained.

"Oh…" I slid my poem under the door, "I'm sorry," I said, "can you bring this to him please?" I asked, my voice was distorted from my stuffy nose. "I need to be honest with you. I've been writing these poems because I'm really lonely. I'm worried that the more desperate you are, the less attractive that makes you, so I REALLY don't want him to meet me. I mean have you seen me? People laugh at me because I'm fat."

"I don't know how things are for elves, but I don't think, or any human thinks, that you're ugly. He didn't say it but… I think he likes you. " I felt him push it back, "Maybe you should give it to him yourself." He claimed.

I sat down and leaned my back against the door, "Can I read it to you, please?"

I heard him sit down on the ground on the other side of the door, "Sure go ahead." He said.

I regained some composure and read. "

Love is a word too often profaned

For me to profane it

A feeling too falsely disdained

For you to disdain it

A hope to much like despair

For prudence to smother,

And pity from you, my king.

Then that from another.

I can give you what many call love,

But wilt if it is not caught

To worship the hearts left above

The Light, you reject me not.

My desire for your eyes, my star

Of night for the morrow,

From devotion to something afar

From the heart of my sorrow.

I'm sorry it's so short. I only had a little bit of time to write it." I said.

I heard that he was crying a little bit on the other side, "No, it's fine. I hope things turn out good for you. Anduin would be an idiot to reject you." I heard him take a deep breath and stand up, "I have to go, I wish you the best of luck."

(Perfectia Dawnlight is writing to herself while waiting at Lion's Rest.)

So, I put on my makeup and tried to flesh out tones that would make me look good, but I need to be purple. I would read a book about how to apply makeup, but I couldn't do that over the purple makeup that was on my face. I had to be a Night Elf first and foremost. No one had really given me a second glance since I was walking around like this but there were small details that didn't really match up with the other Night Elves I saw. Most of them had leaner faces than mine and had sharper curves than I did, and their breasts were bigger than mine, but like Vereesa said, "Flat as a three-day mug of dwarven ale." I think if someone were to stick me next to a Night Elf and really look at us both you would start to see differences. I did do that bounce thing I see them do from time to time, but it was only to break in my shoes, but I did give people that side look I would give people sometimes when they would say something stupid or offensive. I'm really trying to stop doing that.

I wished I had a dress, gosh it would be so easy if I was a mage like my mother. I would have tons of dresses and me being a hunter now I haven't really been able to go out to do shopping for new outfits since my money was running low. Money talks and mine seems to be saying goodbye. I left my midsection exposed and painted on darker shades to emphasize the muscles on my stomach. Even though I'm a bit flat chested, I put on tight pants, I kind of wanted to go with shorts but if I walked or sat down, the body paint might come off and people would notice, and I wouldn't. Also women have told me about the cellulite on my cheeks they can see forming on each leg as I put weight on it as I walked. Told me it was disgusting and I should cover it up. So here I sit on a bench under a tree and I haven't felt hungry, tired, or thirsty, but I don't want to take to brushing Lucy or Kel'Magnus's coat even though I do like to do that when I'm nervous. I focus on something to say because I know Anduin has plans on rejecting me. I'm glad Stonefield was able to break the news to me, I would be an emotional wreck if I did get my hopes up and Anduin told me to leave him alone or he didn't want to see me again.

Maybe he just doesn't like elves, I mean I can't hold that against him, if he wanted to be with another human or dwarf or even an orc, it would be because that's what he wants. I sigh at the thought, but I can't force him to feel the way I do.

I just need him to take the letter and read it. Tommy-Joe was in tears when he heard what I wrote, and I just need him to read it and then I'll run. I don't want to hear his answer, why didn't Tommy just take the poem. Anduin knew it was me, but he doesn't know what I am. He gave me this lion and filled my heart with so much joy, no one has ever given me something so wonderful, so thoughtful, and close to their own personal feelings. A cub from the womb of his sacred lioness, is it greedy of me to want to take all of him. He is so handsome too, strong, wise, and kind, and yet humble with a childlike innocence. I know he's a king, he's the king of my enemy and I shouldn't feel this way, how could this happen? My only love sprung from my only hate. Too early seen unknown and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy.

Anduin, Anduin, Anduin, the sun hasn't gone down yet. Why did you have to be born in this city? I knew who you were and what you were, but there is something about you that reminds me of home, why couldn't we be born in that home. It seems like we want the same thing, but my cheeks blush and my lips burn at the thought of you. Do you really have to be Alliance? Do I really have to be Horde? Throw it all on the fire and we can burn together. What is Alliance, what is Horde? It isn't a hand, or foot, or arm, or face, or any other part belonging to a man.

Can we call ourselves something else? The United, the Gathering, the Peacekeepers, or just 'us'? Oh, Anduin would, were he not Anduin called. He would retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title.

I need to think of something to say. The sun will go down, soon he'll be here. Maybe I should just read to him or maybe I could wrap it in a rock and throw it at him. From far away or m-... He's here.

—–

The king came when his duties were finished in Stormwind Keep and the emissary. He was nervous about this meeting. What Melfina and Guardsmen Stonefield did was illegal and he had only been assigned a few months after he got married and Melfina… Well, she had only just gotten there yesterday morning. Also, Tommy-Joe Stonefield's reason for giving him that letter didn't come from a selfish grab for power, but a genuine place of care for his well being. They both thought Melfina was exquisite, so the king couldn't be angry at him. However, the prospect was, Anduin couldn't have a lover, there were supposed to be court ceremonies, match making books, where potential wives could dress, eat, dance, speak, and make a claim that they were the best candidate for marriage. No one could, at least legally, walk up to him, and give him a letter that they were in love with him. But he wanted to meet with her not because she broke the law, but because of reasons that he felt needed to be explained as a man speaking to a beautiful woman. "An extremely beautiful, kind hearted, and humorous woman." He remembered his past encounters with her and whispered out loud. The way his heart was beating he would have thought that he was about to enter a battlefield. The sun was down but the last of its light had not gone out completely and there sat the Night Elf on a bench under a tree writing in her book. "Melfina?" he called.

She paused as she was writing, to her pleasant surprise, when he approached. She looked at him nervously but joyfully as she bit her lower lip slightly, "Anduin." She said with a nervous smile.

Anduin lowered his eyes demurely and smiled, "How are you?" He asked and looked at her.

Melfina smiled and nodded, and then stood up. She closed her book, locked it, pulled a piece of paper that was protruding out of the pages, gingerly walked to him, and held it out to him. Her lips parted in surprise as Anduin bowed just a little, as was shocked by his graciousness.

Anduin stepped forward and was about to take it but he put his hand back on his side and shook his head, "I can't take that." He looked away.

Melfina had a strong look of disappointment on her face, "But…"

Anduin looked at her face and frowned, "I'm sorry."

Melfina held the letter in front of her chest with both hands, "You…" She looked away and shrugged slightly, "You, don't like elves?" She asked.

Anduin smiled and shook his head, "No, you're beautiful, almost as beautiful as your writing, if not equal to, but I can't…"

"Is it because you're a Priest or a Paladin, you took vows of celibacy?" Melfina interrupted and asked.

Anduin looked down, smiled, and nodded, "Yes, but there are exceptions…"

She looked at him inquisitively and was a little disgusted, "Boys?"

"NO!" He yelled trying to seem shocked and angry, but was laughing. "I'm a king and my duties are to my people and my kingdom, I must marry into noble blood. You understand right?" He looked at her.

Melfina frowned, looked away, and nodded her head.

"But I thank you for your kind words." And he began to walk away.

"Anduin!" She shouted. "I'm sorry…I know how eccentric and brazen I am, so if I offended you…"

He shook his head, "You've made me laugh… a lot." He looked downward and shook his head, "But I can't."

"But I am of noble blood though." Melfina claimed, "I know what it's like to marry into power or to be arranged in a marriage, my relatives never seemed happy from what I remember. My mother was a nobility, but my father was a slave, and they did seem happy." She looked away, laughed slightly, and thought back, "At one point I could have married into royalty myself if I wanted to." She explained.

Anduin stepped forward and looked at her inquisitively, "Is that what you're trying to do now?"

"No!" Melfina answered quickly and held up her hands, "It's just…" She looked away and thought back, "…No one has been so kind to me." She looked at him, "I thought you were the most beautiful thing I've ever seen when I first met you…"

Anduin grunted out a slight laugh as he remembered back.

"Then you stood up to everyone in the emissary, and we both want the same thing I think, peace, not vengeance." Melfina looked away, put her hand over her mouth, and started crying, "and then you gave me Kel'Magnus." Melfina looked at him, "I've never experienced such kindness and yet, it just seemed so common for you, so I understand why you don't feel the same way I do."

"Melfina." He said as he walked forward.

She held out the piece of paper. "Please, just take it… and you'll never have to see me again." She said,

He took a step forward, almost like he wanted to hug her, and shook his head rapidly, "No, that is not what I want at all." Anduin sighed and shook his head, but remembered their first meeting, "You said you were nobility, I believe you, when I tried to shake your hand you seemed insistent on making me bow, but from where?"

Melfina looked up at him, there was a look of optimism in Anduin's face, "Dawnstar Village, my family-built boats and trained navy." She said quickly.

Andiun thought back, "Maybe my geography is off but isn't that on the Isle of Quel'danas? Vereesa told me you were from Mount Hyjal." he claimed.

Melfina didn't say anything to him, just looked blankly and then around trying to think of something to say, but nothing was coming.

"I'm unfamiliar with Mount Hyjal, but if you're from Dawnstar Village then that would mean you're a High Elf," Anduin claimed, " then why would you… Say something in Darnassian. "

"Ish Ni…" But she was drawing a bank.

He shrugged slightly, "You don't speak Darnassian do you?" He asked.

She only shook her head, no.

Anduin took a few deep breaths and swallowed, "So… who are you?" He asked with a slight shrug.

Melfina put her hand on her chest, looked down, and shook her head, "I'm sorry." She said and looked up at him.

Anduin looked at her concerningly, "Sorry for what?" he asked.

Melfina shook her head and started to back away, "I'm so sorry, mon cheri."

Melfina ran away up the stairs, but she heard Anduin say, "Wait, no, please wait."

She entered the tunnel and there was a large group of people on top of the stairs. She saw a group of Night Elves and Alleria, the leader of the Void Elves, were waiting for her. Melfina was splashed with cold water and Alleria roughly wiped a rag over her face, dripping purple makeup off her face. Tyrande Whisperwind stepped up from behind the elves that had arrows drawn, "I thought there was something familiar about your voice." She said as she grabbed the painted elf and held her by the throat, "Thought you could masquerade as one of my kind after what you did!?" She demanded.

Alleria came up behind Perfectia, paint dripping from her face and bonded her hands behind her and removed the paper from her hands, "Look what I found." She said, as she took the paper from her hands.

"Give me that." Tyrande ordered and took the paper from Alleria.

Anduin came up the stairs, "What's going on, what are you doing, she hasn't done anything wrong!" he shouted.

Alleria grabbed Melfina by the hair and pulled her up, "Take a closer look Anduin."

He looked at her as tears were falling down her eyes. Her tan skin was revealed as the purple makeup was smeared off. "She was going to…" Anduin said, upset.

"Lead you into a trap? Most likely." Tyrande interrupted. She opened the paper and read the words. Looked at Anduin disgusted and then her, "No." She looked back at Anduin and shook her head.

Tyrande looked at Anduin with rage in her eyes, crumpled the note in her hand and she clenched her teeth, "NO, this won't happen! This will never happen!" She yelled an inch away from Anduin's face, "This foul-mouthed harlot helped the Banshee Queen burn down Teldrassil and nearly killed my husband!" She looked over at the Blood Elf, "Do you deny it!?"

"Va te faire foutre." She said blankly.

Anduin stepped forward, "I am still your king, and I am ordering you…"

"Go ahead." Tyrande got an inch away from his face, "Order me boy, it will be the last time you ever do. Your people have already failed us and maybe it would be better if we weren't part of your Alliance anymore, I think Alleria would agree as well don't you?"

Alleria smiled and nodded.

Anduin looked at the blood elf regretfully in her eyes and silently breathed out the words 'I'm sorry', put his head down, and shook his head, "Take her to the Stockades." He said regretfully out loud.

Perfectia pushed Alleria with her shoulder, with her hands behind her back she rushed Anduin and pressed her lips on his. Anduin held on to her face giving her more support, he laced his hands between her ears and hair. Then, ever so deliberately, she dipped her tongue between his lips, she lowered her head, brushed her mouth against his.

His head moved forward, trying in those split seconds to dive deeper into her, scorching her, sending shivers of pleasure along her skin and spine. They both heard all the guards gasping in shock and she removed herself from his lips and looked into his eyes, as Anduin still held on to the side of her face.

He cupped her face and stared deep into your eyes. She felt tears of sadness and joy spark the corners of her eyes. Anduin wiped one away as it slowly fell down her cheek. He didn't need to say anything. He felt something too… miraculous, cosmic connection. He lifted his other hand, seeming to want to touch her face with both hands now, staring at her, studying her.

Tyrande looked around slightly confused as her guards were dumbfounded and even Alleria who was knocked to the floor looked at them both with a finger on her lips. "Get away from him." She ordered finally as she pushed Perfecita on the floor. She was roughly taken away by Night Elf guards and Anduin was left in shock.

"We will attack soon." Tyrande said, "You have our support, but make preparations for our attack on Lordaeron as quickly as possible." Tyrande ripped up the paper in front of Anduin's face and threw it outward.

Anduin put his fingers on his lips as he waited for Tyrande and her Night Elves to leave, grabbed the four pieces that were in the park, put them together, and read. A single tear fell down his face as he finished reading the short poem. "It's beautiful." He said to himself.

(Poem is a depiction from Percy Bysshe Shelley's To-. Also lines from William Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet)

(Personal Note: "Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet." )