I don't know why that last encounter with Anduin was so painful. I was able to talk about Oranio like he was a sprained ankle, how could he do that to me? How can I let him do that to me? He had taken his place, made me feel I wasn't going to be alone, like someone would love me. No, someone would love and want to be with me, what difference does it make that he'll never love anyone as much as he loves me? He's gone, and voluntarily. So why does it hurt so much, why am I reliving every one of our encounters in even my most shallowest dreams, hearing his voice keying in my body? Even through those encounters, those dreams of that human king warm my belly with pleasure, it's never enough for me to peak. I have to wake up in a cold sweat, realizing that this is my reality, and it's been literally nauseating to the point I can't eat, drink, or take in arcane magic. I've been tossing and turning in my bed, hearing his voice like a melody over and over. This is torment, I can't see anyone else but him… Oranio, if you can see this, I'm so sorry.

I told Sylvanas about Lirath, the one-person Lirath told me not to tell. I put together that Vereesa must have likely told Alleria about Lirath and I'm not sure why. Could anyone actually find him if they started looking for him? Alleria doesn't have any information on him, I know that for sure, and Sylvanas didn't really push for details on where he might be. I think she trusted me when I said he would be coming forward soon, but I do wonder. Admittedly if I saw Lirath in the woods or the wilderness I might not have given him a second glance if he just ran away from me, but in a city… a place with adventurers, people might start approaching him, and start asking him questions. He does look different and I haven't seen any male dark rangers except for Nathanos. What is he?

A 'manshee'? I'm sorry for the bad joke, it's just how I cope.

A ranger, a hunter, a death knight, admittedly he's not very funny, but it was nice to see him again, and I'm glad I was able to restore my powers again because of him. My power hasn't been completely restored yet, but I can see colors when I eat.

Lirath, I barely know him, but he knew so much about me. Has he been watching me this whole time? This is so nerve racking, Alexandros Mograine was one thing, and it's scary to me that he could just take over. Now with whatever Lirath did at Darkshore, he didn't do it again. Maybe he saw or heard everything Sylvanas said. I know that sounds crazy, I guess I'm still trying to focus on this because the truth of the matter is; Anduin is gone and I can't think of a way this can end peacefully.

War's how we parted

With silence and fears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,

Pale grew your words so cold

Cold as your kiss

Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this

In secret we met-

In silence I grieve

That your heart could forget,

Your spirit deceives.

If I should meet you

After war's long years

How should I greet you?

With sword or with tears?

When I think back, what could I have said that would have made him stay?

Wait a second! What blood elves are in the Alliance? I don't think he meant the void elves or he would have said that. Also, Alleria has an army of blood elves and high elves that she led into the void, Anduin said a few. Maybe I should have taken up his offer but what would I be doing? In disguise again? No, maybe working in some pumpkin farm or something. There could have been a chance I would have been put on a ranch taking care of horse's and livestock, but I promised Nathanos I wouldn't change sides unless it was necessary, and I won't betray that trust and I won't betray Sylvanas again.

I feel hurt and betrayed. So much that I wanted to die and the most unlikely person I ever thought has been actually acting like a friend to me. People need to be afraid of her, that's what I was told. I'm not the kind of girl that really strikes fear into people's hearts and maybe that's not a bad thing. Sure, I couldn't be a warchief and Sylvanas would be the type of woman that would cloak herself in darkness and shadow. I'm beginning to realize that it's not such a bad thing to be seen, as long as you do not stand out, and are quickly forgotten. I'm sure my relationship with Oranio removed any doubt that I was working for the other side despite my lack of skill. The love poem I sent to Anduin could have been used for assassination if I had kept my mouth shut during that meeting.

I need to learn to blend in a little better, not draw attention to myself, and look like I have every right to be there. Invisibility, but of another kind. I sometimes think if I were in Sylvanas's position when Arthas attacked, maybe I would have given him the key, then cut off the hand that wielded Frostmourne. But I'm thinking with the power I have now, how I can appear completely unarmed, and take any object and turn it into an oversized magical great-sword. I'm pretty sure Sylvanas has thought of quite a few 'what if' scenarios from the time after she was turned into a banshee.

I guess seduction might be my new weapon of choice and maybe also a pen. I'm figuring out, at least until recently, that I might not be as unattractive as I think I am. Sylvanas said I look a lot better now and I've been looking at my rear in the mirror and my chest and I think I don't give Dr Olisarra enough credit. I told her to fix me so I can adventure and fight again, and in the process she surgically enhanced me into a super soldier, but I never thought people would look at me from far away and think, "Wow, she's so beautiful."

I laugh at the thought that I just need to stop falling in love with people I might need to kill. It's gone so bad for me so many times.

Dying while in the company of a lovely seductress, I suppose it's not a terrible death, I think I might like the idea now. Violence isn't the only solution, people respond eagerly to others who they believe understand them, they seek approval, friendship, and if there's anything I've learned from Anduin, sometimes love, and this can be exploited.

I know quite a lot about Jaina Proudmoore now that I think about it, she hasn't been particularly good at keeping her sob stories a secret, even to the Horde.

"My name is Ilvanya Dusksong and I was born in Azshara with a small tribe of Night Elves that resided there. We hunted and harvested goods in those areas and at times we traded supplies back and forth with the Horde when Thrall was warchief. He was kind enough to give us the supplies we needed as long as our trades were fair. Then Garrosh took over and not only did we lose a lot of our supply lines with the seemingly peaceful Horde, but our home was taken away when Garrosh and his goblins turned our land into a giant Horde symbol. We were forced into Ashenvale where I grew up hunting with the rangers there and occasionally killed members of Garrosh's Iron Horde. After the burning of Teldrassil I realized I would never find a place to go that was safe from the Horde if I didn't join the Alliance and fight to take back my home."

Anyone can be seduced by the right woman, a damsel in distress isn't just tempting to men, but women as well. In this world where everyone thinks they are the hero of their own story. I suppose the trick is predicting who she is and becoming her. If I do it right this time, I think it will work.

(Meanwhile)

Sylvanas took the form of mist and snuck into Anduin's bed chambers quickly and swiftly. Silently killing the guards and having them leave their post to join her in Anduin's bedroom. Only to have them fall over their own bones and armor once they entered. Sylvanas waited in the dark for him to show up, shutting out all the lights and candles.

Anduin showed up to his bedroom quarters and noticed that the guards were missing but figured that they may have gone to the bathroom or something, but when he opened that door and saw all the lights were out he felt that there was something wrong. He drew his shining sword from his back and lit up the room slightly and breathed in, but Sylvanas came up behind him quickly as she wrapped herself around his back, "Don't scream." She said, "I just came here to talk."

"What are you doing here?" Anduin asked as Sylvanas came off his back. He tried to turn on the gnome devices that would light up the room, but they were broken.

Sylvanas handed him some stick matches, "I find lamp light to be a little more compelling." She looked over at the lamp that was by his night stand and Anduin took them.

"Where are the guards outside?" He asked as he lit the lamp light.

Sylvanas grabbed a chair at Anduin's desk and placed it by his bed, "Dead." She said blankly.

Anduin looked at her inquisitively, "You didn't have to-"

"Do you think they would have let me in?" she interrupted angrily. She took a bite of a pear she found at his desk.

Anduin looked at her angrily in response to the crunching noise, "Put that back where you found it."

"Why?" Sylvanas says, voice muffled by the pear in her mouth, "You have enough to share." She took another bite.

"I was drawing those." He sighed, "But go ahead and finish it." He looked at her glowing in the lamplight, "You don't have your bow and I don't smell any Blight, why did you sneak in here?"

Sylvanas sat down in the chair that was facing Anduin's bed, gestured with her head toward his bed, and pulled down her hood. "Sit." She said blankly.

Anduin leaned his sword against the bed close enough so that he could grab it again if he needed to and sat down on his bed. "So you're not the best house guest I've ever had, why are you here?" He asked. "Other than to kill my guards and eat my food."

Sylvanas ate the core as well, "These are good, but they're going to go bad if you don't finish them soon."

Anduin rolled eye's, "I know, they usually don't go to waste."

She leaned to one side of the chair she was sitting on, rested her arm on the arm rest of the chair, put her index finger by her mouth and looked Anduin up and down, "You are something." She opened her mouth a little wider and touched her finger to her teeth, "Take off your armor." She said as she looked him in the eye's.

Anduin was taken back, he leaned away from her, "What?" he said in shock.

Sylvanas stood up and touched the cold hard engravings of his plate armor, "I said, 'take off your armor' Anduin Wrynn."

Sylvanas came closer to the bed, but Anduin leaned back away, "What are you doing?" he asked.

Sylvanas came forward and shrugged, "Isn't it obvious? I'm making peace. Lay with me tonight, and there will be no more war."

Anduin moved to the other side of the bed and got on his feet and shook his head at her, "This is a trick." He said disgustedly, "You're an undead."

Sylvanas rolled her eyes, shook her head, and smiled, "Everything still works down there," She stated as she crossed her arms and legs and laid on his bed. She laughed, "Well, reproductive organs are shot, but we will both enjoy ourselves. I promise, no harm will come to you."

Anduin grunted out a laugh, "Why should I trust you, every time we've met you've tried to kill me."

Sylvanas thought back and nodded, "You as well, during that meeting in Arathi Highlands I was hoping to weed out the betrayers and you tried to take them from me." She looked at him disgusted and shrugged, "I had no plans on killing you or any humans that day." Sylvanas looked down and laughed to herself, "Except for the Lich King's sister, you understand if I couldn't let that one go."

Anduin looked at her enraged, "They were your people."

Sylvanas nodded and thought back, "You're right." She looked down with some regret. "You're right… How is Vellcinda Benton anyways," She whispered, raising her eyebrows slightly, "able to replace her husband's duties I hope?"

That surprised Anduin, "I- " He stuttered slightly as he looked at her confused. He recalled a time he thought peace was actually in his grasp, "Dead." He said.

She looked at him confused, and shook her head, "No, you saved one of them."

"That was Emma Felstone. She was elderly but not undead."

She looked away and remembered, "I didn't find her body. I assumed."

"We buried her next to her husband." He explained.

She looked at him angrily and shook her head regretfully, "Of course you would save a human that didn't need to be saved, I must be an idiot to be surprised." She grunted out a slight laugh, "You could have saved Calia on that griffin you know."

"You think I'm not aware of that?!" Anduin shouted as he remembered the disaster that was the Meeting. He remembered saving Ol'Emma from the arrows Sylvanas and her rangers were raining on them. "You never wanted peace, you only want death, and war, and misery, and-"

"Do you ever get tired of being the victim all the time?" She interrupted, "It's extremely unattractive. I'm aware that you may not have known about Calia's intentions, but you could have stopped her. Toma Grey, Parqual Fintallas, the Felstone boys, Jack, Jake, and Jem," She paused, "Elsie Benton, a few more I suppose, all dead because of her."

He looked at her disturbingly, "You and your rangers let loose the arrows that killed those people, how can you blame her?"

She narrowed her vision at him angrily, "One moment of betrayal can bring more ruin then any enemy at your doorstep or any natural disaster you could think of. Even as the king of my enemies and all the pain you've caused, I wouldn't wish that upon you. But they deserved far worse than a quick death from an arrow, I suppose some of them could have seen reason, but so many more deaths could have followed that didn't."

"Even if they were in opposition to you that didn't mean they wanted bloodshed," He argued, "you killed people that ran back, people that were innocent."

"And so were you." She laughed slightly, "Only the foolish mourn the loss of innocence." She shrugged, "The world has never rewarded the naïve. You should be grateful."

Anduin felt somewhat sick as he recalled the undead that died, he regained his thoughts, "No," He thought, "People. They were people of Lordaeron."

Sylvanas tilted her head to the side as she looked at him staring away with that sick look on his face, "I know it would be hard to blame yourself when you see someone like me that fits the villainous archetypes so well. Also," She shrugged slightly, "Your shedding tears for people you barely knew." She shook her head, "You can't carry around the bodies of the people that die in your care."

Anduin looked at her angrily, "You think that the people you kill don't want you to feel guilty?"

Sylvanas laughed, "When you dream about the people that die, it's not them. It's you, and if the spirits of the dead are indeed watching you, or in some cases attacking you, know that the only thing they would have wanted was to have not have died." She looked up and recalled a few undead she raised, "Most of us just want to go back to our normal lives, and when we realize that's impossible we try to focus on another reason for our existence."

Anduin looked at her questionably, "Then why were you opposed to the Meeting?"

"Because I saw it for what it was." She said quickly and blankly, "I was completely opposed to it, I would have thrown your letter away, but you went to the Desolate Council leader and tried to use personal sentiment to exploit a weakness on the chain link. Nathanos and Vellcinda tried to persuade me of the potential it could have, and I took advantage of that."

Anduin looked downward, "Do you think if Calia hadn't shown up that things would have been different?"

She shrugged, "What happened, happened. There's really no point in dwelling on it, but tell me Anduin, were you in love with Calia?" She asked.

He shrugged slightly, "I don't see how that's any of your business."

Sylvanas looked up as she remembered Anduin holding Calia in her arms, "I thought that you were. The way you faced down all of us, arrows at the ready. Ready to risk death, possible un-life, and all out war for a corpse. I was not so naïve to see the potential a marriage between you two might have been, even if she was a few years younger than your father." She laughed to herself, "Maybe you weren't though. From what Nathanos told me from the battle at Lordaeron you nearly- "

"Please don't." Anduin interrupted sternly, "I won't say that I'm without guilt in this war. What I did to her was unforgivable…" He looked away, and shook his head, "I wasn't in love with Calia, I thought I could though, but I barely knew what that was. It hurts you know, worse than all those people that died. This banishment is worse than the murder of ten thousand Calia's. I was honestly happy to see you, because I thought you were going to use her as leverage to separate me from my kingdom… Then we could finally be together."

Sylvanas looked away and shook her head, "You have my sympathy for your pain, and my humblest apologies because, that's not why I'm here. You step down, Genn steps up. You do have options, but not with her. If it's any consolation to you, I have no plans on killing her despite her betrayal."

"You never had a problem killing your own people before, you expect me to trust you when you say that?" He shook his head at her, "Know that THIS feeling is worth risking all-out war, Sylvanas! I want to kill you where you stand, and I don't care if you're unarmed, or you came here peacefully, or it would sully my honor, if it meant that she would live!"

Sylvanas laughed

"What's so funny?" Anduin demanded, seeming ready to bury his sword somewhere in her body.

"You're finally getting it… You actually know what it feels like when you want to protect something you're afraid of losing. You've changed…" She smiled, "For the better. You're thinking of what could happen instead of just responding to the things that do happen."

"Your point?"

"They were afraid, but she isn't, she still calls me Ranger General you know, Perfectia. When I found out what was going on with you two, she seemed more like sculled child that was afraid that she had disappointed me over someone dreading an execution." Sylvanas looked upwards as she remembered her first meeting, "She must have been nine during the invasion, but aren't you wondering why I killed members of my Forsaken during that meeting."

Anduin nodded slightly.

"When I lost my home, my people, I embraced what I'd become and also my undead as my new people. But then I got my home back and the people I was born with, I thought I should feel something…" Sylvanas paused as she recalled, "…good, but there was nothing. Well there was something. When I walked through those halls of Quel'Thalas it only stood as a reminder of my failure and some of the newly named Blood Elves were disturbed and disgusted with me. What was worse, Lor'themar Theron said that his people were too exhausted to pursue a campaign against the Lich King. I thought he would burn with the same hatred I had been carrying all those years, but he was weak. The campaign never actually started until Arthas started attacking us and poisonous grain started making its way into Orgrimmar. I could only say, 'I told you so.' As for the Meeting, the ones that left early I could empathize with because my family, my people, looked at me with the same disgust, and the ones that stayed, I was jealous."

Anduin seemed a bit disgusted that good people had to die for a petty reason like that, "I kind of got that impression actually." He said angrily, "They were happy you know, that whole day, they had hope and you killed that… '' Anduin seemed deeply saddened as he recalled that day, "Because-"

"I never said it was right. I realize that I was wrong." Sylvanas explained.

"So, you're saying that you're sorry for what you did?" He asked.

Sylvanas laughed and shook her head, "'Sorry' implies that I'm looking for sympathy or forgiveness and I'm not. What happened was my doing but I am trying to be better."

Anduin nodded in slight agreement, "So what does this have to do with Perfectia, what did she have to do with this?" Anduin asked.

She looked upwards as she started to recall, "When I saw Perfectia for the first time she was a teenager and she greeted me like a starstruck fan. It was kind of annoying to be honest. I dismissed her, but later when her skills and powers grew she told me she was going to kill Illidan Stormrage and Kael'Thas Sunstrider for what they had done to her and her people and she wanted me to come to Outland. I was somewhat unsure what Illidan had done and Keal'Thas was my prince and pleasant acquaintance when we were in company with one another. So I didn't like the idea of killing him. Misguided or not, so I declined her invitation. She said, 'With or without you, I will have my vengeance. I thought you, most of all would understand.' She had that same fire I had for Arthas, and she did kill them both. She hated the Alliance for Grand Marshal Garithos's betrayal and what led Kael'Thas to Outland in the first place, so she became better friends with Garrosh Hellscream. Since she helped him join the Horde in the first place. They fought together when it was time to combat the Lich King with high hopes of also sinking their blades in Alliance skulls, but then we were forced to work together, when I led her into the Halls of Reflection I realized that my people weren't weak, many of them wanted what I wanted. To see that monster suffer for what he did. Arthas killed Perfectia's mother right in front of her, but in the end, she was denied her opportunity to end his life. The Argent Crusade stole that from us."

"I don't understand."

"She wasn't allowed to go into Icecrown Citadel, to kill Arthas, but she almost did in the Halls of Reflection. She most likely did the same thing to Jaina Proudmoore what she did to Arthas. From what I remember, Jaina is lucky she survived." Sylvanas laughed. "I was to blind to see it, but she has always…"

"Accepted you?"

Sylvanas nodded, "I didn't need to be jealous, I had what those people at the meeting were looking for, someone that saw you for the person you are, not the monster you became." Sylvanas looked up at him somewhat angry, "So… if she means so much to you, why did you break her heart like that? I would have never forgiven you, I would have killed you ten times over and brought you back, so I could do it again." She thought back and shook her head, "Do you know she almost challenged me to a Mok'gora, not because she wanted to be warchief, but she wanted me to kill her?" Sylvanas rolled her eyes at the thought, "And even in all her pain, she still managed to do the most kindest acts to me." She stood up and shook her head at him, "So how could you hurt someone like that? She loved you and you seem to love her as well." She laughed slightly, "But she's still so young though, so naïve, she trusted you, but that would never happen to me, I see you for what you really are." Sylvanas smiled, shook her head, and looked at him. "A zealous, bigoted, self-righteous, uncompromising, fanatical monster, Andiun Wrynn, but so are the rest of the members of the Alliance." Sylvanas looked away and was saddened by the thought, "And my sisters are just as hypocritical." She looked at him angrily, "You're not a king, your cult leader, and your Alliance took away my family."

Anduin looked away, his anger faded, and thought to himself, "I am sorry…" He wasn't sure if he should argue his case, "I won't say that you're wrong, but I didn't want to hurt her again, and I thought if she hated me, you wouldn't hurt her."

Sylvanas got up from his bed and approached him, "Well it worked. She hates you, but I'm willing to forgive you for everything." She lightly grabbed Anduin's hand and touched it to her body, "Let me help you, let me teach you, you don't have to kick people to the dirt because a few people disagree. People have joined my Horde because I've accepted them, and I've protected them. You don't have to be what they want you to be, and you could never hurt me Anduin." With her other hand she put her hand on his face, "Look at me." Anduin looked at Sylvanas's body; and his body was reacting to her. "Lay with me, now and forever, and no one will hurt you either."

Anduin shook his head, "I can't-"

Sylvanas laughed, "I understand that there will be people that will be upset, angry, people may even try to kill you, but they won't. Not with me by your side and they will understand." She shrugged, "Or they'll die."

Anduin looked away and thought back on the memories of Perfectia's face when she was asking for the same thing. But how it was being asked of him was completely different.

Sylvanas noticed, "You're thinking about her aren't you, didn't you both want peace at one point? You broke her heart, she's not coming back. Lay with me, and you won't have to worry about that anymore. The pain will fade, not completely but, she'll be a memory, a well-placed stepping stone to our peace and alliance. More importantly there will be peace with the Horde and Alliance. The fighting will finally be over, think about all the lives you could save, think of your kingdom. I want no harm to come to you. If you want to die an old man you can. If you want what I have, I can give that to you, and if you want children…" Sylvanas half smiled at the thought, "I suppose there could be arrangements that could be made."

Anduin turned his back to her, "Please, leave."

Sylvanas looked at him in shock and laughed, "Are you serious?! I gave you a choice to have peace or war and you're choosing war?"

Anduin rolled his eyes and kept his back as he turned to her, "I'm choosing not to lay with you. I'm not like you, I'm not a monster, and I will find her again, I'll beg her to forgive me for all the pain I've caused." Anduin looked over at Sylvanas, "And regardless of what Perfectia says, then yes, I am choosing war."

Sylvanas shook her head, took the necklace from her boot, and threw it angrily at the wall, but it didn't break, "You think I'm the monster?! No, you don't know what a monster looks like." Sylvanas thought back on the invasion of Silvermoon, "Know this then, I have tried to be the voice of tolerance and compromise and you want to stay with your so-called elites and outdated beliefs."

Sylvanas started to walk out the door but looked back at Anduin as his back was turned, "I have given your Alliance ample opportunities to lay down your arms and make peace, but you have stubbornly refused. Know that today, you could have prevented your entire race from ending. Death itself will come to the gates of Stormwind and claim all of your people and when I kill you, you will arise to serve me once again." Quoting Arthas Menethil almost word for word, before he corrupted the Sunwell.

Anduin looked at Perfectia's necklace that held his picture and picked it up,

"Sylvanas wait."

She stopped, came back, and crossed her arms, "Yes? What is it?" she asked, moving her head slightly forward.

Anduin was hesitant to look Sylvanas in the eyes, "Did she give this to you?"

Sylvanas took a deep breath to calm herself down, looked away, shook her head, and laughed slightly, "She dropped that on the ground in Grommash Hold right in front of me." She shrugged, "It's how I found out you two were… together."

Anduin held onto his heart like it was hurting, "You want my kingdom and I don't want any more people to die. If it will stop the war, I suggest we marry our houses." He spoke slightly in tears.

Sylvanas looked up and thought. She laughed to herself, "Marriage and…"

"I won't lay with you," Anduin interrupted blankly, "it will be for appearances, but I've already taken vows of celibacy."

"Would you really die a virgin?" Sylvanas laughed.

Anduin looked away from her mocking gaze, "It wasn't my plan." He shook his head, "But if she's never coming back, we could at least accomplish our dreams for peace."

Sylvanas rolled her eyes, "You know, I know you think that Perfectia might have motivated me to come and make this invitation to you and you would be half right."

Anduin smiled, nodded slightly, and thought back, "She does have that effect on people, I think… You've changed as well."

Sylvanas shook her head at him, "Don't." She took a deep breath, "I don't know what Genn told you what happened on the Broken Shores, but we were taking heavy casualties and some of our strongest leaders were falling under the Legions sheer numbers. We had to retreat, and I regret leaving your father there to die and I'm truly sorry for your loss."

Anduin nodded slightly, as he remembered asking her about her father's death before the meeting in Arathi Highlands. He looked at her face like he did before to see if there were any signs of lying in her face and voice, there was none, "That's not what you said last time, but thank you." He said.

Sylvanas smiled slightly, "Point being; if we had had a victory that day or that he even survived that attack injured and I was made Warchief, I might have made this invitation to him. With our houses united we might have been able to bring down the Legion without the help of Illidan Stormrage. I also thought that maybe you would take up the throne and avenge your father's death, that there could have been some sort of arrangement at least until you were of age, but do you know what my scouts told me?"

Anduin shrugged slightly.

"You were gone, you let your subordinates run your kingdom, and Genn was practically sitting on your throne and was laying siege on my ships out of a blind rage for something he was too stupid to understand. You couldn't control your dog and he took something from me that I needed greatly. But you couldn't be found with the Legion at your doorstep and your father's killer running amok." Sylvanas laughed, "You should have been there when Gul'Dan died, and you let adventurers steal your glory, but I understood that you were too weak, too young," She shrugged slightly, "and the Alliance was indeed helping with the Legions' defeat. The body was headless, but it still proved useful. Then the Legion was defeated and Sargeras leaving his big parting gift. I finally had what I needed to kill the headless lion and his dog."

Anduin nodded, "And that's why you attacked Teldrassil."

Sylvanas shook her head and laughed, "No, that wasn't the only reason. For one you're Alliance started attacking us first when we were mining Azerite. Then what you tried to pull in Arathi Highlands, is it really a surprise that I retaliated, and that I wanted your people off my continent or I would trust you to be genuine when you send a letter of peace?" Sylvanas looked away in disgust and shook her head. She tilted her head to the side, smiled, and shrugged, "But Teldrassil was a two days ride away from Orgrimmar and collection of resources in those areas proved difficult with Night Elf Sentinels patrolling, but it was personal too." Sylvanas looked up and thought, "Ever since I was a child the Kaldorei have always turned their noses up at my people. Like how our watered-down blood didn't deserve the gifts of immortality and how the Highborne lost favor with the goddess Elune, but do you know what you call a god or goddess with no subordinates, worshippers, or believers?"

Anduin shrugged and shook his head.

"Nothing. That's why I burned it, I wasn't just destroying a home or a people or a culture or even a major Alliance compound, I was destroying a god! A god that had forsaken my people before I was even born! Now I didn't want all the Night Elves gone, I let the Nightborne in my ranks because I knew what the sting of rejection feels like when you're turned away from people you thought would embrace you like family. But they needed to know the meaning of humility and defeat, and an arrow will kill them just as easily as any other race in Azeroth, and if they can't, it will be the reason for their extinction." Sylvanas explained.

"Why are you telling me all this?" Anduin asked.

Sylvanas put her fingers on her nose, shook her head as the question bothered her. She put her hand down and looked at Anduin, "Anduin, when you attacked Lordaeron I thought you were a child playing at war, that needed to be disciplined and taught the meaning of humiliation. That war is not a game or story in a book, but you made it through because you had your father's tenacity, you had so many opportunities to turn tail and run, but you didn't. Even with Perfectia standing in front of you, you kept pushing forward, you didn't quit. When you came into my throne room I thought, 'There's the king Azeroth needs' the spitting image of your father, but you weren't alone. If you were… Well, there would have been less childish bragging, name calling, and death threats." Sylvanas laughed to herself, "But I imagine things would have turned out different. You know there was a part of me that even wanted to kiss you before I killed you and all your subordinates. So, imagine my surprise when I saw Perfectia waving to you, that your heart belonged to her. A horse reared, naïve, melodramatic, alcoholic clown, that has done more collateral and property damage then-"

Anduin took a step forward aggressively, his teeth clenching as he held onto his weapon.

Sylvanas stopped, "I won't continue, but you broke her heart, and you're still thinking of her, and you think I would really trust this arrangement?" Sylvanas looked away and thought about Perfectia, "I would hate to think what you would do to her…" Sylvanas sighed, "I won't marry you Anduin, you're pathetic, and frankly I don't trust you." Sylvanas laughed, "Every marriage needs that, even spouses that hate each other. I suppose I'm choosing war as well."

Anduin nodded, "I'll escort you out of Stormwind."

Sylvanas looked at him questionably, "Are you worried about being seen with me?" She asked.

Anduin shook his head, "No. I want them to see. I'll walk you outside the front gates if you want, but I don't think you trust me to do that."

Sylvanas smiled and nodded, "I don't, just outside of Stormwind Keep. I have a bat that will come pick me up, but thanks."

Just as Anduin promised he escorted Sylvanas down the stairs to his throne room where all the guards saw the King of the Alliance and the Warchief of the Horde walking next to each other. One of the guards spoke up, "Your Highness, what-"

Anduin looked at him angrily and interrupted, "You are not supposed to speak unless you're spoken too guardsmen. All of you will stand down!" He ordered.

Sylvanas laughed slightly as she was escorted to the right on the open patch of grass that was outside. She let out a slightly high pitch screech that called her bat to her. She got on it and looked at Anduin, "Sleep well King Anduin." She said,

Anduin nodded, "You as well Warchief Sylvanas and send a letter next time you decide to come by. I wouldn't like to lose any more guards."

Sylvanas smiled, nodded, and flew away.