"You know where my brother is. Tell me where he is." Alleria demanded as she looked into Perfectia Dawnlight's cell in the Stockades.

Perfectia looked at her from the other side, holding on to her legs while she was in the bed of her cell. She was angry, sad, and heartbroken, but she knew she couldn't summon the Ashbringer from those emotions alone, else she would have escaped. It had to come from a desire to protect something that wasn't herself or to right an injustice, she and the spirit of Alexandros Mograine had to agree with it, even though they couldn't speak to each other directly. She also knew that summoning the Corrupted Ashbringer took something from her if she didn't have something to focus on, her arms and limbs would paralyzed, tingle painfully, or just go numb. "Where's my lion? Where is Kel'Magnus?" She asked.

Alleria smiled crookedly, "We tried giving him back to his mother, but he just kept coming back here. Don't worry the guards are taking good care of him, I'm a little impressed that he bonded with you so quickly."

Perfectia nodded.

Alleria took a deep breath, "But back to my question; where's my brother?"

Perfectia looked away, "I don't know."

Alleria looked at her questionably, "Do you know how High Elves get information from enemy prisoners?"

Perfectia recalled the Parkingsons chapter in her book and shrugged, "Acupuncture needles with various nerve poisons, if I remember correctly." She answered.

Alleria was surprised that she knew that, but smiled at her, "So you are familiar, but, do you know, with my power, that I can do so much worse to you Blood Elf?" she asked. "If you tell me where my brother is, I'll help you escape."

Perfectia didn't respond and just kept staring forward, "I can't go home," she said, "and I told you I don't know where he is." She said blankly.

Alleria rolled her eyes, "Why'd my sister help you?"

She stopped and thought for a few seconds, "Which one?" She asked.

Alleria looked at her angry, "You know which one. The one that hit you in the chest."

Perfectia gave her an angry look and looked away. "She felt sorry for me because of what happened in Teldrassil."

Alleria rolled her eyes, "Your disguise was convincing the first time I laid my eyes on you, but today it was more than sloppy." She smiled slightly, "Besides, it seems like you two have history."

Perfectia kept her eye's downward and shook her head, "No, I don't know what you're talking about, you were right. I had plans on killing Anduin. Vereesa doesn't know anything to my knowledge." She shrugged her shoulders and she fabricated on the lie. "I mean, Sylvanas might have some of her children held hostage, if only she would break her habit of needless kicking puppies." She laughed slightly, "I mean, that pretty good reason to hit someone."

Alleria smiled slightly, "Oh, you think you're funny, what was in that paper that made Tyrande so angry?"

Perfectia tilted her head to the side, "You didn't read it?" she asked.

Alleria only shook her head, no. "I thought it might have been poison, but there's no antidote in your bag, nothing on your person either. So why did you kiss him?"

Perfectia looked forward trying to think of something to say, and in breathed deeply, "What if I told you that I just wanted to use him for the free things I can get thanks to his money until I form a special bond with him through shared respect and admiration for another despite being polar opposites?" She asked in one breath and did not skip a beat. "Oh and he's gorgeous and by free things I mean drugs and alcohol."

Alleria rolled her and looked at her nails, "I checked on Galadin and Giramar in Pandaria. I can move pretty fast with this void power you know, much faster than a boat or a portal. They didn't tell me how they were injured, they didn't want to tell me anything. They actually told me to mind my own business and leave."

"I was in an accident… There were a lot of accidents. I didn't mean to hurt them." Perfectia looked away sadly.

Alleria nodded her head slightly, "Why did my sister help you?" She asked again.

Perfectia just looked at her angry.

"Take pride in those golden eyes you have? They are bright. You know, I don't remember seeing you in Argus once." Alleria looked at her suspiciously.

Perfectia shook her head and shrugged, "I've never been to Argus. They have been changing back and forth since I was a child." Perfectia looked away and thought back, "Is it beautiful there?" She asked.

Alleria looked at her slightly confused and laughed, "No, wow, you are actually funny," She said in a sarcastic tone "but that would mean…" She shook her head, "…More lies." She said and looked at Perfectia.

Perfectia looked at her slightly confused and raised one eyebrow at her. "Okay." She said and looked at Alleria.

Alleria was shaking her head like it was hurting and Perfectia looked at her suspiciously, "You should really write what he's saying down. Ignoring him won't make him go away." Perfectia suggested.

"SHUT UP!" Alleria screamed.

Perfectia smiled slightly, "Me or him?"

Alleria laughed trying to ignore her and the voices in her head, "Regardless of your 'Light Forged' eyes, I can shoot you from a mile away in the dark."

Perfectia shook her head and smiled, "I'm a little more hands on, inside me there's a bottle of emotion where one half of me wants to beat the shit out of you."

She looked at her confused, "What's the other half?"

She looked away, "The other half wants to smother you like my abusive, alcoholic, father lying in a nursing home on life support."

She rolled her eyes, "You could have just said, 'Kill you'. "

"I'm a poet Alleria, but you shoot all you want, I'll still find you, a mile away, and these glowing eyes will be the last thing you both see. If it makes you feel any better, you're not the only one sharing a room for one." She stated. "My roommate is a lot quieter than yours is though."

Alleria looked at her disturbingly, "He was right, you're an abomination, a sick freak, a failed science project, putting you down would be an act of mercy!" Alleria shook her head, "TELL ME WHERE LIRATH IS!" She yelled and slammed the bars with her hand.

Perfectia looked at her with a sarcastic smile, "Yes I'll do all those things you just said, those were definitely words that just came out of your mouth."

Alleria laughed, "Keep that up." She shook her head, "You stole a kiss from Anduin, it might have actually been his first, by law you should be executed tomorrow morning." Alleria leaned against the cell bars and put her hands inside, "You know when I was being exiled from Silvermoon, I couldn't help but notice these elf-like creatures littered about the island."

Perfectia shrugged, "What of it?"

Alleria smiled, "Wretched I think they were called, and I think with the help of my Void Elves I can remove every trace of arcane energy from your body to speed up the process." She laughed at her, "Do you think Anduin will let you kiss him again when your teeth and hair are gone, and there will be no way to identify your gender?"

Perfectia got up, rushed the bars, punched through them, and let out a roar as her attack missed when Alleria backed away. Perfectia looked at her enraged and breathed like a caged animal through her teeth.

Alleria reached into a bag holding Perfectia's things, pulled a book from it, and showed it to her, "Open it."

Perfectia looked at her and the book she would write in and shook her head no.

Alleria flipped around the book feeling the weight of it, "My family seal is all over this thing, but I can't open it, I've tried everything actually. My husband used to have a book full of Silver Hand symbols, but he eventually discarded it. If there's some information I could use, then you might be able to leave."

Perfectia rolled her eyes, walked back to her bed, and sat down, "I didn't have any plans on leaving," She said and leaned back resting her head on her hands, "I told you I can't go home. I won't go home. I'll cut off my ears and eyebrows and masquerade as a human if I have too."

Alleria looked at her questionably, "Do you really think that will make him love you?" She asked.

Perfectia laughed, "You think I gave him that letter because I thought he'd fall in love with me? I don't think I can make him do anything, least of all that, I just wanted to let him know how I felt. But by all means, be a vag badger if you want. I loved someone else before and I never got to tell him. I won't be making that mistake again, even if I am a Wretched."

Alleria looked away, shook her head and laughed slightly, "Well, we'll see." She started and walked away.

Perfectia sang the song 'Always look at the bright side of life.' to Alleria dismay as she walked away more angrier than when she came.

Anduin tried the best he could to find a way to keep the four pieces of paper that Tyrande Whisperwind had ripped up. He walked back to his living quarters to the towers above Stormwind Keep and passed by Genn Greymane in human form, "Is everything okay my King?" He asked as he saw the turmoil on his face.

Anduin shook his head, no, "That Night Elf," Anduin started. "the one that spoke out in the emissary meeting, I met with her just now."

Genn nodded his head, "Yes, I remember her."

Anduin sighed, "It turns out she wasn't what she appeared to be, she was a Sin'Dorei, a blood elf, and she was arrested."

Genn smiled and laughed to himself, "Good, she probably had plans on betraying you, she probably should have kept her mouth shut during that meeting, beautiful childbearing hips though. She really did make quite a scene."

Anduin looked at him blankly.

"Is everything okay my king? You seem a bit shaken up." Genn asked.

Anduin forced himself to smile, "Yes, everything is fine. Nothing else out of the ordinary. I'm going to bed."

Anduin did try to sleep but was stuck somewhere between anger, sadness, confusion, and arousal. Melfina wasn't the first woman that tried to seduce him or his father, powerful families had tried to secure positions in court through marriage. Even the Witherbark troll tribes attempted "peace treaties'' with bribes of flesh. They took his father's declines as acts of war, not that it mattered, but that was part of the reason why Anduin recklessly exploded the Open Sea until he accidentally found Pandaria. Something about his situation felt wrong, but not in a way he could ever predict, or in a way anyone else could have prepared him for. War was something he knew and prepared for and love was something he thought he knew and thought he prepared for, he never expected to be intermingled like this. Anduin got up and went to the kitchen and looked for something cold to eat or drink. He found a fruit basket, took a pear and looked at it for a few minutes. "You're so beautiful, but who are you?" He thought and said out loud. He kept thinking about every meeting with her, trying to figure out where she might have been lying, and there were times that seemed a little obvious now that he knew the truth about what she was, but there were other times where she just seemed genuinely kind, sincere, and physically attracted to him. Pondering her intentions, between physically intimate fantasies of her became quite the challenging chore as he sat there in the kitchen staring at a pear, so much that his lips felt feverishly hot. He started hearing more members of the council go to bed and guards change shifts. I realized that he had spent several hours pondering past events, contemplating future plans, and well, fantasies of intimacy that made his stomach hurt and his heart race. "This feels like I'm about to enter a fight or battlefield, but she isn't an enemy or is she? I don't know." He thought out loud.

He went upstairs and changed out of his bed clothes, into some darker clothes with a hood, and came down to his throne room. He saw the guards that were working the night shift and said, "I'm looking for the middle guard that works the morning shift, can you tell me where he lives?" He asked.

The guard nodded, "Yeah, Tommy Joe Stonefield, let me show you on the map where he lives." And led him to the books the guards kept their logs and showed Anduin on the map where he was.

"Don't tell anyone I was here please." He asked.

The guard nodded, "Of course your majesty, we are sworn to secrecy." The guard handed him a silver whistle. "Take my horse, no one will recognize you as you walk the streets, can you try to be back around 6 am? That's when my shift is over."

Anduin took the whistle, "I will, thank you." He said and walked outside cloaked.

He rode to the house in the pitch of night and found the house that was on the map and knocked on the door with his head down and a large grizzled man came out the door. "Are you Tommy-Joe Stonefield?" he asked.

"Yes?" He asked questionably.

Anduin lifted his head and showed him who he was.

"Your highness." He said shocked.

"I'm sorry to bother you." Anduin said. He frowned as he recalled the night, "I didn't know who else to go to."

Tommy looked at him sympathetically, "Come in. Maybell!" he called, as he let in Anduin and closed the door behind him, "We have a guest, could you heat up some of that mushroom soup you made?"

Anduin shook his head, "No, you don't have to…"

"No, no," Tommy insisted, "I know you don't feel hungry, but I think you should eat."

Anduin nodded, "Thank you, you have a lovely home." And sat down in their dining room kitchen that took up all the bottom floor.

Maybell came walking down the stairs, "Who would be coming here at this- "but was interrupted as she gasped as she saw the King sitting in her kitchen. "You're majesty." She said in shock.

"Maybell, our guest." Tommy said.

She smiled, bowed her head, lit a match, and started the flame. A few minutes later she prepared a bowl of creamy mushroom soup with some hard, stove toasted bread for the king.

"Thank you, it smells delicious." Anduin said.

Anduin took a sip and the salt and cream landed on his tongue and warmed him as it went down his throat, "Thank you, this is really good." Anduin took a piece of hard buttered bread and dipped it into the soup and took another bite.

"I'm sorry, there was only enough for one more bowl." Maybell apologized.

Anduin looked at her, "No, it's lovely, thank you."

"So how did things go with Melfina?" Tommy asked.

"Not good." He said and scarfed down the bowl of mushroom soup lifting the bowl and cleaned the sides of the bowl with the piece of toast he was given and ate that too.

Tommy smiled as he watched him eat and finish, "Feel better?" he asked.

Anduin nodded and smiled, "A little."

"So, did she dump you or something?" Tommy asked.

Anduin shook his head and took a deep breath, "She wasn't what she appeared to be. She was one of our enemies, a blood elf, and she was disguised as a Night Elf and they arrested her."

Tommy thought back, "Okay, but she doesn't seem like the spy type, and how long was she here until she was caught?"

Anduin thought back and shrugged, "A little bit over 24 hours, I suppose."

Tommy grunted out a laugh. "That's not strong spy material if you ask me. She would never make it as a SI:7 agent."

Anduin looked at him questionably, "So you don't think she had plans to kill me or lead me into a trap?" he asked.

Tommy thought back, "That could have been her intention at first, but…"

Anduin interrupted, "Then why would Vereesa bring her to me." He asked.

"Who?" Tommy wondered.

Anduin smiled and remembered, "Oh right, she's a friend of mine, and the leader of the Silver Covenant."

Tommy nodded and looked at him questionably, "Do you think this Vereesa person, would she try to kill you?" He asked.

Anduin shook his head, "No, she has always been loyal to the Alliance."

Tommy shrugged, and half smiled, "Then that must mean they must be friends, and Melfina had no intentions of killing you." He stated.

Anduin sighed, "She must have been trying to atone for what she had done. By joining the Alliance and trying to stop Sylvanas."

Tommy nodded, "I agree, but then she fell in love with you in the process and made some really stupid decisions."

That word hit Anduin in the chest like a stray arrow, he clanged his spoon on the wooden table, lowered his head, and started crying, "She didn't do anything wrong…" Anduin started sobbing in his hand trying to cover his face. Tommy put his hand on his back, "and I let her rot in the Stockades." Anduin took some deep breaths, "She kissed me, and they took her away from me."

"Who?" Tommy asked.

Anduin took some deep breaths, "Alleria Windrunner and Tyrande Whisperwind, they recognized her voice. She must have been there when Alleria nearly corrupted the Sunwell, she told me the truth when Alleria tried to give me half information about what happened there. Also, she must have been there during the burning of Teldrassil, but she gave me water that came from the Well of Eternity, so it would be possible to plant another world tree."

Tommy nodded, "Yeah that sounds like someone who's trying to atone for what they've done, but why are you crying, you barely know her."

Anduin looked at him slightly confused, looked away, shook his head, and thought back, "I don't know… I've never met someone that would risk so much for so little in return, those words she wrote are just as beautiful as she is. She's of noble blood but it's of my enemy, she's a blood elf." He explained and shrugged.

Tommy sat on the other side of him and looked him in the eyes, folding his hands under his chin, "Just asking, but are you in love with her?" he asked. "It's just, with me and my wife, our families were feuding since I was a child. Maclure and Stonefield have been bitter rivals, while there are a few distasteful meetings with our parents, they don't hate each other anymore."

Anduin looked at him for a few seconds, looked away blankly, and shook his head. A member of the Horde married into the Alliance, all the leaders of the Horde were men, except Sylvanas. The thought of marrying her had crossed his mind when he was a boy, when Sylvanas was a lot less tyrannical, but that was impossible now. Would other members of the Horde join the fray against Sylvanas. Dawnstar Village had been a ruin for over 20 years, but it could be restored and the rest of Silvermoon should fall into place. The void Elves would still need to stay away from there, but if she was a respected member of the Horde she could speak to the other leaders. There could actually be peace, just the way Melfina explained it before, but Anduin wondered did he actually love her?

Anduin looked at the four pieces of paper that were in his pocket and saw Melfina's words. He remembered what she said about him, that she understood that he didn't feel the same way she did, but she was more kind then he was and had risked so much. She had risked everything, and she was paying the price for her crimes. "I don't think this is the same thing." He said finally.

Maybell, who had been sitting next to the stove laughed out loud, "You clearly didn't know our families very well. If kobold's didn't overrun Fargodeep Mine that was in between our farms there would have been a lot more human blood in there. That's where I met Tommy…" She looked away as she recalled the memory, "and I always thought they were a curse."

"Your families had a common enemy and you two found each other because of that." Anduin stated.

Maybell shrugged, "Well, we had some help from the Alliance to get things turning, but kobolds or not I think I wouldn't have fallen so hard for Tommy right away if I didn't know he was my enemy. For a while it felt good to do what was not expected of me, even if it made my family upset."

He looked back at her, "That's why I wanted to join the Stormwind Guard so we could get away from all that and we can't be adventurers if you're expecting."

Maybell smiled and nodded, "I know, but still miss those days."

He looked at her surprised, "You're expecting?"

She only nodded and smiled. "Up in a duff."

Anduin looked at them both and the bitter taste of envy was taking a place in his heart. The Alliance had been a neutral party for them, and he wondered who or what could be done. "Well, I don't know what I need to do." He admitted.

"Well, how do you feel about her?" Maybell asked now.

Anduin took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them, "I'd like to see her." He said.

She lifted her head and gestured her eyes toward the door. "If she's in the Stockades you should go."

Anduin smiled and nodded, "Thank you." And left their house and closed the door.

Maybell looked at her husband once he was gone, "Is she really that pretty?"

He laughed slightly, "Not my cup of tea when compared to you Maybell, but, when you see her, you'll know why he likes her, and I won't spoil it for you."

She shrugged slightly, "Okay."

Anduin showed up to the cell in the Stockades where the female Blood Elf that was imprisoned.

In their first meeting he could taste a subtle trail of pheromones to her and he proceeded with caution. In knowing how she felt about him he devised that she might have been doing that consciously or subconsciously, but the ticklish sensation rolled in his nose, stirring him even when she was in a peaceful slumber, and even in every casual encounter from this point she gave off an unmistakable aura. In her presence, he felt at peace and felt the force that was love, that was the Light, but a part he had never felt before. He could almost see every curve underneath the leather that clung to her body. Her hair was wild, and untamed. She had a glow about her that made her seem like an angel but there was a hint of the Devil upon her lips which seemed to hold a secret. Those glowing golden eyes. He could see she was young for an elf, but something about her eyes seemed older and wiser than they should be. He could see a hint of pain and loss in them and it made him wonder what she had been through that put them there. They had the clarity and depth of a morning sunrise and the intensity of blazing fire. Who is she? Where did she come from? Suddenly, he inhaled a sharp breath, and he realized he hadn't been breathing. He aggressively bit down on my bottom lip trying to think of the right words to say. But I couldn't take his eyes off her. "Who are you? Your real name I mean." he managed to ask.

The imprisoned blood elf woke up and looked at him surprised and she smiled, "Who do you want me to be? Wait? What's a nice place like you doing on a guy like zis?"

He looked at her confused.

"Perfectia. My name is Perfectia Argento Dawnlight of Dawnstar Village, daughter of Kel'Donas Dawnlight." She claimed.

Anduin smiled, "Funny, but still spoke like a nobility. They haven't miss treated you, have they?"

Perfectia sat up, sighed, and thought back, "Um… Can you go away please?"

Anduin looked at her confused, "I'm sorry I didn't know this was a bad time, but I can't exactly come back in broad daylight."

"I know, I know, just… I need some soapy water, and like, ten minutes to clean up."

"Yes I can bring you something like that." He went to the prison bathrooms and took a bucket of water and soap. He came back and slid it under the bars.

"Thank you, now don't look over here or I will kill your stupide cat."

"I didn't know this prison had a cat."

"Then who's kitty litter did I just… 15 minutes please." She said angrily, "I warned them about the Texo Bell prison food but, nooooo." She whispered while she was scrubbing.

Anduin heard mopping and dripping water noise while he was leaning against the wall. "So you're a Blood Elf then."

"Oui, why do you zink I ave zis outrageous accent you silly king." She said while scrubbing.

He smiled and shook his head while resting his back against the wall, "You are a strange one."

She dressed herself, "Okay, I'm done."

Anduin put his hand on the back of his head as he heard her talk, "Is it difficult for you to speak Common?"

Perfectia shook her head, no. "I understand, yes. But speaking. My accent slipped because I was upset." She looked away and shrugged slightly, "But I also zink just like speaking Thalassian."

Anduin laughed, but got serious, "I don't… " He paused and shrugged slightly, "I don't know what to do right now." He said bewildered.

Perfectia looked at him sympathetically, "I guess we're beyond les points of slaps on le wrist and 'promise I won't do it again mister'?" She asked.

"Are you Sylvanas's jester or something? I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you."

"Do you 'onestly zink zat anyone in Azeroth can make la Banshee Queen laugh? I would 'ave better chances wiz a fish."

He looked side to side, "I feel like I'm not going to get you to be serious. You said you loved me, don't you think that is something to be serious about?"

She rolled her eye's, "Love is tragedy, Anduin. I wrote zat because I'm miserable and depressed and I used to zink it was because I was poor. But every zing about us shouldn't be, but you gave me 'appiness for one day. I thought I should tell you 'ow wonderful you made my life, because of zat one day."

Anduin looked at her, "Well I think you're wonderful too and beautiful, but you're my enemy and…" He looked away, "I don't know what to do with that." He stated.

Perfectia nodded and acknowledged that. She walked forward and leaned against the bars

Anduin backed away a little, her closing pheromone-infused breaths filled his lungs like sweet ambrosia and made him indecisive of taking her in between the bars in some way or keeping a safe distance so he wouldn't. He could smell her delicious scent enticing him to come closer, so much that it made his hands shake.

"I've disliked and even 'ated most 'umans for a very long time, but I'm not a smelly one dimensional culo like most of l'Alliance. Since you're 'ere you might not be either. I don't allow my ten out of ten booty to be blinded by zat brown-eye hatred. I don't let it define my supple cheeks, I just rub it in like Preparation H. I absorb it."

Anduin tried to keep his composure but was giggling, trying to take the joke and the wisdom.

"I didn't expect this." She looked around the prison, "So is the only way to atone for what I've done to live in this cell or meet an executioner ax?"

Anduin looked at her concerned, "No, I want this to be over, this war has been going on since I was a boy, and I never thought it could be over until I started thinking about you." Anduin laughed, "So I think you're right. You told me those words by the emissary and I thought you were so naively optimistic because I always thought that the Horde will always want a war, but there you were, a member of the Horde, trying to do the right thing, even though it was so stupidly risky."

Perfectia looked at him, "I met you, stole your first kiss, I would say that's worth an executioner ax." She smiled, "I wouldn't have thought that yesterday but I do today. I've always been a writer, but I became a poet because of you. These words, they just keep coming and I had to share them with you."

"Share them with me then." Anduin asked.

"Share with you what?" Perfectia wondered.

"Your words."

Perfectia laughed, "You have to give me some paper Anduin. They took away my diary."

Anduin looked around and saw a book laying next to the cell, "Is this it?" he held it out to her.

Perfectia looked at the book confused, "Odd, I thought Alleria took it."

"So, she was here." Anduin wondered.

Perfectia nodded.

"Did she say she was going to hurt you?" Anduin asked.

Perfectia looked away, looked at him, and nodded her head.

Anduin lips twitched in anger and he clench his teeth. "She won't." he said.

Perfectia put up her hand to him, "Don't hurt her please. That look you just had, it's a recipe for disaster, I know your anger comes from hurt and this war comes from ignorance, lack of empathy, and a huge language barrier, but that can change. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not a year from now, but soon." She explained.

"Yeah." Anduin took a deep breath, "I promise I won't hurt her, I'll talk to her, and she will stay away from these Stockades while you're here." Anduin put Perfectia Dawnlight's diary through the bars and she grabbed it but with his free hand he grabbed Perfectia by the arm pulled her toward him and his lips touched hers her between the bars. Perfectia put her arms around his head and kissed him back. Her heart hammered in her chest and her stomach flipped. Butterflies erupted in her stomach. His kiss was so good. She looked at him seductively, gave him another kiss, and bit his lower lip slightly as she pulled away.

Anduin looked in her eyes like she had before, "It seemed only fair that I steal a kiss from you, since you stole one from me." He claimed.

Perfectia laughed, "But I'm a prisoner, that makes you a criminal now." She said jokingly.

Anduin laughed, "I guess it does. I'd share a cell with you." Anduin thought back. "Tyrande tore up your poem, I'm sorry that I didn't take it."

Perfectia laughed, "Don't be, I would have run if you did."

"What did it mean?" Anduin asked.

Perfectia thought back as she tried to recount the words, "It means… Something cringy and would hope that I had complete anonymity from the person that it was written for…"

"I promise I won't judge you."

She breathed in and tried to collect her nerves, smiled, and was a little embarrassed, "It means that I love you, and… "She looked away and shrugged slightly, "I'm afraid you might not feel the same way, I'm afraid that you'll reject me." She looked up at him.

Anduin smiled at her and finally came forward and took in her scent, "Then stop being afraid. You've stolen my heart."

Perfectia smiled, and as she leaned toward him through the bars, they kissed again. His kiss was familiar by now, but the thrill didn't escape her. She doubted if she kissed him every day for fifty or a hundred years, she would ever feel anything less than delight. She wanted Anduin tonight, all of him. "Can you open this door?"

He looked down and shrugged, "I didn't bring a key, nobody knows I'm here."

Perfectia aggressively grabbed Anduin by the neck, kissed him, and by the crotch with the other hand.

He pulled away in a slight panic and shook his head. "That's not why I came here."

Perfectia smiled and he backed away, "But we could in between ze bars. You seem like you could carry a cup of 'ot coffee in each 'and and a dozen doughnuts."

"How would I…" Anduin thought for a second, "Oooohhhh…" He laughed.

She looked downward, "I was 'oping I could get a pass for first base…" She sighed, "Fat chance, you're far too fine a wine for a ladette like me."

He pulled her in and kissed her again, this time he put his tongue as far down her mouth as he could and bit her lips slightly the same way she kissed him. "I'll bring a key next time and it will be the reason why I come here."

"I think I might have some words I'd like to share with you Anduin." She claimed.

Anduin nodded, "Please."

Perfectia took a deep breath and recited what she had prepared for this moment,

"

Stay with me, with my heart and rest

Your heart's keeper is the happiest.

For hearts that wander they know not where

Are full of trouble and full of care

To stay with me is best.

Weary, homesick, and distressed,

They wander east, they wander west,

Are baffled and beaten and blown about

By the winds of wilderness of doubt

To stay with me is best.

Then stay with me, my king, and rest;

The bird is safest in the nest;

Over all that flutter their wings and fly

But a hawk is hovering in the sky;

So, stay with me and rest.

"

Anduin nodded, "Beautiful." He looked around and wiped his nose, "How did you just do that?" he asked.

"Ow did I just do what?" Perfectia asked.

Anduin looked at her, "You made these Stockades a place I never want to leave. My Love Poet." Anduin reached in his pocket and pulled out a compass, "I want you to have this."

Perfectia shook her head, "Anduin, no."

Anduin pushed it to her, "Please."

She took it and opened it up and there was a picture of Anduin before he started wearing armor. He was a priest then and was in a dark blue outfit. "Can I keep ze picture?" she asked

Anduin smiled and nodded, "Yes, as a matter of fact I'll find an artist to put a picture of you inside for myself."

She sighed and shook her head.

"What's wrong?"

"I have a problem with pictures of myself… and the problem is my face."

Anduin rolled eyes and smiled slightly, "Perfectia? Stop belittling yourself. You have a beautiful jawline and high sharp cheekbones." He seemed to be looking at every part and he was talking about, "And I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we met."

They heard the sound of loud bells from outside, "It's almost morning." Anduin said. Perfectia took out the picture and placed it on a troll gem she had since she was a child and put it around her neck. "I have to go." He looked down at the necklace that was around Perfectia's neck as he stood up. Anduin kissed Perfectia one more time through the bars and looked into her eye's, "I love you." He seemed shocked that he said it, and looked down shaking his head, seeming to be almost guilty.

Perfectia reached through the bar and brought his face back up but he was still looking to the side, "Don't look away, say it again." She remembered doing that before.

"I know I barely know you but I love you. Since I first saw you."

She shrugged and smiled, "Me too, I love you too." She started to pull the prison bars more aggressively, "Uvre cette putain de porte!"

Anduin pulled back startled by her.

"Comment peux-tu être aussi idiot et oublier d'apporter une putain de clé!" She fell to her knees sadly.

He came forward smiling, "I don't understand what you're saying, but I think you called me an idiot."

She nodded, "Oui."

"Even if you could break down that door right now, I have to go." He came close and looked at her sadden, "Come here."

She got up not being able to look him in the eyes.

"I still love you, and when I get back you won't be here."

She nodded, looked up at him and kissed him through the bars.

He nodded and started to walk away, but he rushed back to the bars again and gave her one last deep kiss. "Okay I think I'm good."

Perfectia nodded in agreement, "Oui, you 'ave zings to do."

Anduin kissed her again, "I like your accent." He nodded, "But you're right, I'm the king of Stormwind, people's lives depend on me."

She looked at him strangely thinking he was funny in that adorable kind of way and was nodding her head at him.

He looked at her eyes, as it seemed like she was trying to keep herself from laughing. He rushed into her again, "This feels too good to let go." He said. "But I have to do my kingly duties."

She rolled her eyes, "I wish I was kingly duties."

He laughed and kissed her again, "Why are you making this so hard for me?"

She sighed "Okay now you're doing zat purpose." Smiled and nodded, "Maybe you should go… and zink of me."

"Okay." He finally left.

(I don't remember where I got this poem… Sorry)