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Galvane opened his eyes, realizing he had slept again without meaning to. It was the first time in a long while that he felt this physically weak. As he rose to his feet, his movements were sluggish, each step feeling as though his body weighed ten times more than it should. He looked around, noticing that packs of bags were neatly placed on their chairs, organized with care. A small wave of guilt washed over him; he hadn't helped pack their belongings, and while he had been asleep, they had clearly done all the work. He wondered briefly why he had dozed off again after just waking earlier, but quickly dismissed the thought as irrelevant. It was too late to dwell on it now.
Shaking off the grogginess, Galvane made his way to the kitchen, where he could hear Nilsha and Ereera talking.
"Is there nothing else?" Nilsha's voice came, sharp with frustration, her tone verging on anger. Galvane, standing just out of sight, listened closely. Her agitation piqued his concern.
"No, there's nothing else," Ereera replied, her voice equally strained. "The money won't add up. The tickets were priced too high for what we can afford right now." The draenei let out a frustrated sigh, clearly troubled. "I'm sorry, Nilsha. This is all I can offer, and it's still not enough unless it's just for you." Ereera's tone softened, but Nilsha cut her off, refusing to let her friend finish.
"No," Nilsha said firmly, her voice filled with determination. "I won't leave him behind. You'll be headed back to the Exodar in a week, same as me. He'd be alone here, and I won't risk that—not with his wounds." She glanced toward Ereera, her expression fierce with protective resolve. Not with the state he's in… I can't bear the thought of him struggling alone, she thought, her heart softening at the idea, though she would never voice it aloud. She quickly masked her emotions before continuing. "I'll find another way. I don't care if I have to sleep in the public area. As long as we both get on board safely and make it to Darnassus together, that's all that matters."
Her voice wavered slightly as she added, "Besides, after the restaurant burned down, most of what I had saved up was lost. It's not just the tickets… it's everything." The loss still weighed heavily on her, a financial burden she couldn't quite shake off.
Galvane, hearing the discussion, chose that moment to step forward. "What's this talk about sleeping in the public area on board?" he asked, making his presence known as he approached them. Both women jumped slightly, surprised by his sudden entrance. "I overheard part of the conversation. If it concerns our well-being, I'd like to know the full story," he added, his voice steady as he looked between them, his bandaged face revealing little emotion. His eyes, however, were searching, trying to gauge their reactions to what was clearly a stressful situation.
Ereera was the first to respond, stepping closer. "Yes, Galvane. It's about money," she admitted. "Nilsha would have to put up with sleeping in the public area, along with other… less desirable company. Even though most passengers will be night elves, it'll still be far from ideal. Unless you both are willing to endure that, it's going to be a difficult trip."
Nilsha opened her mouth to protest but Ereera's words hit their mark. Galvane could see the conflict on her face before she spoke.
"It's just a trip," Nilsha said stubbornly, her resolve unshaken. "I can handle sleeping in the public area. I'll be fine, and I'm not leaving Galvane behind. We'll find a way to manage." Her eyes flicked to Galvane, who raised an eyebrow at her insistence. She was clearly determined not to back down.
Galvane tilted his head, slightly confused. "How did it come to this? The trip's headed to Darnassus, right? I thought other races weren't allowed on board," he questioned, glancing between Nilsha and Ereera. He could tell there was more to the situation that he hadn't been informed of yet, and the mischievous smirk on Ereera's lips only confirmed his suspicion. She exchanged a teasing glance with Nilsha, as if enjoying the unfolding drama.
"They aren't usually allowed, no," Ereera explained, leaning against the counter with an amused glint in her eyes. "But there are exceptions. If a night elf is traveling with someone from another race, that other person may be allowed aboard—under certain conditions, of course." She paused, her gaze shifting back to Nilsha. "Tell him, tigress."
Nilsha's face flushed ever so slightly, but she maintained her composure. "I put your name on the ticket as my mate," she revealed, her voice quieter, watching Galvane's eyes widen in surprise. She stood tall, her face impassive, but her blush betrayed her. "That way, you're allowed to come aboard with me." There was a moment of awkward silence that stretched on for far too long, the air between them thick with unspoken words. Galvane didn't know what to say, his surprise evident.
The silence lingered, growing more awkward with each passing second.
Ereera finally broke the silence, turning to face Galvane. "Surprising, isn't it, Galvane? A bit taken aback?" she remarked, her lips curling into a subtle smile. "But don't be. We've managed one problem, but now you'll just have to put up with another: sleeping in public with others on the transport. Unless, of course, you've got some money to upgrade the ticket—"
Before she could finish, Galvane cut her off. "I've got some money, perhaps enough to help with that." His voice was calm but firm. "I've thought about it, and I don't want to sleep in public either."
Ereera raised an eyebrow, her skepticism clear. "You've got money, Galvane? How is that possible? Your source of income was always the restaurant." Her words were sharp, but there was a genuine curiosity in her eyes.
He nodded slightly in her direction. "I do. It's in my account at the Stormwind Bank. I haven't opened it in years. I forgot how much is in there… probably a little, maybe more." He then looked toward Nilsha, his bandaged arm raising weakly as he continued, "But I'll need some help accessing it. The identification scroll is hidden in my vault too, and with my… current condition, I can't manage it alone."
Ereera moved closer to Nilsha, her expression softening slightly as she turned back to Galvane. "Well, Nilsha," she said, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "We don't know how much he has. It could be next to nothing for all we know. But he'll need your help. Use that Night Elf charm of yours—trade the caring one for a more… assertive version. You know, for the sake of boarding the ship." A playful smirk tugged at her lips as she glanced between Nilsha and Galvane. "His money might just save you both from this mess you've gotten yourselves into."
Nilsha gave a resigned nod. "Alright, I'll do it. First stop, Stormwind Bank." Her voice was steady as she took the bag from Ereera, who had already begun preparing for their departure.
There was a bittersweet moment as Nilsha looked at her friend, her eyes glistening with emotion. "I'm going to miss you, Ereera," she said, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around the draenei.
Ereera smiled, placing a gentle kiss on Nilsha's cheek. "Don't be sad, Nilsha. We'll see each other soon enough. And we'll get that restaurant rebuilt. This is just a bump in the road." Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she teased, "Besides, you've got Galvane with you all the way…" The implication in her tone made Nilsha's cheeks flush ever so slightly.
"I'll see you soon," Nilsha replied, her voice a little choked with emotion, as she took the bag and turned to leave.
The night had settled in as they walked away from Ereera's home, the soft glow of moonlight illuminating the quiet streets. Nilsha stole a glance at Galvane. His body bore the weight of the burns and scars, yet he carried his axe with his good hand, showing no sign of weakness despite the immense physical toll the recent events had taken on him. She remained skeptical about his mention of money, but she didn't doubt him entirely. Perhaps he did have something stored away from his past battles in this "bank" he spoke of.
As they walked, Nilsha found herself pondering the human concept of a "bank." It seemed so foreign to her. Her people, the Kaldorei, had never relied much on material wealth. Their resources were tied to the natural world, not gold or silver. "A vault to store wealth… how strange," she thought to herself. Among her kin, such things were unnecessary. They kept prisoners in vaults, not currency. Still, she knew other races valued material riches in ways her people did not.
The silence was broken by Galvane's voice, deep and reflective. "One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it," he murmured, almost to himself. "I never thought I'd open that bank account again… but here I am." His grip tightened around his axe as he motioned toward the large, imposing building in front of them. Stormwind Bank stood with grand pillars and guards stationed at the doors, its white stone glistening faintly under the moonlight.
The two guards exchanged glances, clearly curious about the pair approaching. One of them, with a sly grin, nudged the other and whispered something under his breath. "So, elven women are your type, huh?" The remark was loud enough for Galvane to hear, and he could only snort in response, dismissing the comment with a grunt.
Nilsha kept her expression neutral, her lips forming a straight line as they neared the entrance. She refused to give the guards the satisfaction of a reaction. She focused her mind on the task ahead as they approached the empty counter.
Behind the desk sat a young human woman, her chestnut hair framing a delicate face. She was slender, with striking features that seemed to catch the eye of any man who passed by. Yet despite her beauty, she maintained a professional demeanor as Galvane's large frame loomed over her. His shadow fell across the counter as he took a step forward, his presence commanding.
"What can I do for you, sir?" The young banker asked, her eyes flicking from Galvane to Nilsha. "Will you be making a withdrawal or a deposit today?" she continued, her gaze still focused on the night elf. The subtle glances she gave them made it clear she was curious about their relationship. It wasn't often that she saw humans and night elves together, and when they were of opposite sexes, it usually signaled something more than mere acquaintanceship. Friends? Lovers? The possibilities played in her mind.
Galvane cleared his throat and replied, "A withdrawal." His voice carried an air of expectation as he awaited the banker's further instructions.
The banker gave a polite nod, pulling out a scroll and quill. "Your name and account code, please," she requested, her tone professional as she prepared to jot down the information.
"Galvane Hilt, account code: 3413253," he answered in a steady tone.
She wrote it down and then rifled through the stacks of banking files with practiced efficiency. After a few moments, she found what she was looking for. "Ah, here we are. Galvane Hilt, standing at 6'11, human, with brown hair," she confirmed, her eyes darting up to check the physical details with precision, scrutinizing Galvane's appearance. She took in his height, the brown hair peeking from under his hood, and the scars on his face. Satisfied that she wasn't making a mistake, she continued, "The description matches. You may proceed with your transaction, though I must inform you, sir, that your account has been moved to a vault for security reasons. This account hasn't been accessed in over four years."
"Moved to a vault?" Nilsha's eyebrows shot up. The unfamiliarity of the concept intrigued her. "What does that mean exactly?" she asked, her voice carrying both curiosity and suspicion.
The banker, slightly flustered under Nilsha's intense amber gaze, hesitated for a brief moment. Despite the night elf's commanding presence, she composed herself and explained, "It's a precaution. Accounts that have been dormant for an extended period are relocated to a secure vault to free up space. In Galvane's case, the amount of currency in question warranted such a move." Her eyes flicked back to Galvane. "You're quite wealthy, sir."
The walls they passed were lined with vault doors, each numbered and secured with intricate mechanisms. Eventually, they arrived at Galvane's vault, positioned near the entrance. "Here's your vault, sir," the human banker said as she began the process of unlocking the series of knobs and locks. The metallic clicks echoed in the otherwise quiet space, creating a tense atmosphere. "Your total fortune stands at 136,921 pieces of gold currency."
Nilsha's jaw dropped slightly, her shock evident. She stared at the towering pile of gold coins, her hand involuntarily tightening around the few measly coins she had. A strange mix of awe and embarrassment washed over her. "You didn't tell me," she muttered, her voice quiet as she glanced at Galvane.
"Being a royal guard for the Lady of Theramore pays well," Galvane said modestly, shrugging as though the matter was of little importance. "There was no reason for me to spend much. Most of it just accumulated from the compensations I received during the wars I fought in. I never had the need to check the account, so it must've piled up over the years. And they pay a lot to..." His tone remained humble but he trailed of, not wanting to add more details.
"Sir, ma'am," the banker began, glancing between the two, "this amount is more than enough to fund the repairs for your restaurant. The bank can handle the transaction for you, if you'd like."
Both Galvane and Nilsha raised an eyebrow at the offer. The night elf took a step forward, arms crossed over her chest. "How do you know about our restaurant?" Her tone was skeptical, her piercing eyes narrowing in on the banker.
The young woman exhaled softly, bracing herself under Nilsha's intense scrutiny. "The Druidic Sanctuary is well-known, ma'am. I've dined there myself. And, if I may be honest, your relationship with a human of my race has been... a topic of conversation."
Galvane raised an eyebrow in response. "What do you mean by that?"
The banker flushed slightly but pressed on. "Well, forgive me for saying this, but rumors have circulated about you two. Interracial relationships, especially between night elves and humans, tend to stir up quite a bit of gossip. People are curious, and some are even... disapproving, especially given how secretive such relationships tend to be."
Both Nilsha and Galvane exchanged looks. Galvane felt a strange warmth creeping up his neck, the corner of his mouth twitching into a barely noticeable smile. The idea of people assuming they were a couple didn't bother him as much as he thought it might. In fact, the thought was oddly comforting. Nilsha, on the other hand, was visibly taken aback. Her cheeks colored slightly, but she quickly composed herself.
Nilsha scoffed, shaking her head. "Rumors… they spread like wildfire. People latch onto the most ridiculous things and turn them into stories for their own amusement," she said, her voice laced with annoyance. Her dark hair cascaded down, brushing the high collar of her tunic, as she shifted uncomfortably.
The banker tilted her head, clearly intrigued. "So, it's not true?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Nilsha was about to respond when the banker interjected with another question, this time holding up the ticket they had purchased earlier. "Then why does it list him as your mate?" she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.
Nilsha quickly put the ticket away, her cheeks flushing crimson from embarrassment at the repeated mention of having to list Galvane as her mate in order to board. "This is—well, never mind," she mumbled again, clearly flustered. The last thing she wanted was to hear more rumors about their supposed relationship. Galvane, meanwhile, shot her a glance, intrigued by the mention of the ticket, his thoughts already turning to the vault. With more than enough gold to cover any expense, he couldn't help but consider offering her help.
"Nilsha," he began softly, "I could spend some of this on the restaurant. It's just a fraction of what's here."
She immediately shook her head, her refusal firm. "No, no, Galvane. You don't need to spend your money on my property."
"But this is just a small amount," Galvane insisted, his tone steady yet gentle. "You've already paid me for my work at the restaurant. This would just speed up the process—by the time we return, it could all be finished."
Nilsha, however, wasn't convinced. "No, Galvane, please. Please don't do me any favors." Her voice softened with a hint of unease. "What I gave you is nothing compared to what you'd give if I accepted your offer. Just… let me handle this. For us, too," she added, her meaning unspoken but understood.
Galvane could only nod, looking back at the banker and then the money. He would wonder how much it would cost to buy that first-class ticket that Ereera and Nilsha mentioned. It was already nearing the dock's sail toward Darnassus, her homeland that she hadn't visited for almost seven or eight years. As he contemplated the ticket, he found himself subconsciously wanting a quiet, private space where they could be alone, undisturbed by others. He didn't want Nilsha cramped among strangers, not after everything they'd been through. She deserved comfort, and he liked the idea of giving her that peace, just the two of them.
"I would like to withdraw five thousand pieces of gold..." He ordered, to which Nilsha suddenly chimed in with surprise.
"Five thousand? Galvane, that's too much. We don't need that much gold. It's heavy, and you might get hurt—"
"I can manage; I can lift that much along with my axe. I'm not that weak that I need help at every step of the way." He interrupted, irritation creeping into his tone. He regretted it almost instantly when he saw her reaction. Her eyes reflected a hint of hurt, and guilt washed over him.
"Nilsha, I'm—" but she looked away, cutting him off.
"No need to apologize. You're right; I smothered you too much. You can handle yourself, quite frankly now, I would suppose." Her voice dripped with a touch of venom, and he felt a pang of regret for the words he'd let slip.
"My burns are just sore; they no longer hurt—" he began, wanting to reassure her.
But she wasn't having it. "No need to explain, Galvane; I get it. I was a bit of a bother to you. You can handle yourself; do what you will, and let's go."
Her stern reply struck him, and he felt disoriented by her sudden shift. This wasn't the warm, open Nilsha he knew; her demeanor was so foreign to him. For a short moment, he almost forgot she was a night elf. Their nature was different, their emotions often quick to ignite. He had always seen her as unique, kind-hearted, unlike many of her kin.
As they walked in silence, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd tread on some unspoken line. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, he thought, and a light chuckle escaped him. The last thing he wanted was an angry night elf directed at him. He glanced at her, her back turned, and felt a mix of admiration and trepidation. I should've remembered how easily night elves could slip into aloofness when they felt wronged.
"Come on, Galvane," he chastised himself, "just remember to tread carefully around the night elf. They can be lovely one moment and fierce the next. And you definitely don't want to be on the receiving end of that fury!"
Galvane picked up the sack of gold, tightly securing the cloth around it to muffle any sound that might attract the attention of any guilty, prying ears. After hoisting Shadowmourne from the floor, he made his way to catch up with Nilsha. A sense of guilt gnawed at him for having upset her. Shadowmourne's jewel suddenly glowed, and the familiar voice stirred within his mind once more. "Master, I sensed your turmoil. It was truly foolish of you to tell a woman of her caliber that she is not needed, especially with such a stern tone. She may be kind, master, but she is still a night elf woman… a very beautiful one at that. It would be folly to speak to her in a disapproving manner."
Galvane didn't bother replying to the inanimate object, instead directing his attention toward Nilsha as she walked ahead, biting his lip in frustration. He felt her purposefully quickening her pace to avoid any conversation with him. "Hmmm, it would be wise for you to initiate a discussion, master. Her demeanor has shifted, creating an opportunity to mend what is slightly damaged. In the end, your goal of being with her and your desire to… impregnate her—"
"Excuse me?" Galvane blurted out, taken aback by the forbidden word that suddenly lingered in the air, tethered to her name.
"Excuse me, what?" Nilsha chimed in, glancing back at her human companion, eyebrows raised and hands firmly on her hips. Her expression shifted from confusion to suspicion, an undeniable irritation brewing in her eyes. "I'm waiting for an answer, Galvane..."
He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat betraying his nervousness. "Uh, nothing, nothing. It was just something that popped into my head…" He hurried his pace, moving past the night elf, who followed closely behind him as they entered the docks.
"Then what was it?" she pressed, her voice insistent, as they approached the small gate and the counter where the quartermaster was handling the tickets. Most of the elves around them wore common attire, blending into a scene of normalcy, which felt surreal to Galvane. He scratched his head, glancing around, wishing desperately that he were not the only non-night elf passenger trying to board. The feeling of isolation gnawed at him.
They approached the counter, and Nilsha held her head high, her aura reflecting newfound determination. "I would like to board this boat to Darnassus, along with him..." She looked back at Galvane, who, in an effort to match her confidence, raised his own chin.
The ticket handler raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, but this boat is for Kal'dorei only. Non-Kal'dorei are permitted only if they have relations. The next boat to Darnassus that allows non-Kal'dorei passengers leaves shortly after—"
"He's my mate..." Nilsha interrupted, stepping closer to Galvane and linking her arm with his, pressing against him to emphasize her point. Suddenly, all eyes were on them—some near, some far—curious gazes of the Kal'dorei scrutinizing the unusual pair. The judgmental stares felt heavy, each one like a dagger aimed at their connection. Galvane, despite having fought countless battles and faced powerful foes, had never felt so small under such scrutiny. He shifted uncomfortably, the weight of their disapproval sinking in, making him wish he could vanish into thin air.
Nilsha felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks as she sensed the disdain and disbelief directed at them. She couldn't help but wonder if her willingness to embrace him publicly would cost them both dearly. "Why did I have to be so understanding? Can't they see this is just for show?" she thought, wishing for just a moment that her benevolence wouldn't expose her to such harsh judgment. The shame was palpable, mingling with her resolve to stand by Galvane in defiance of their disdain.
The pair caught snippets of hushed murmurs drifting through the crowd, though the words were too low to decipher fully. Still, the tone was unmistakable—criticism laced with disbelief. Galvane exchanged a glance with Nilsha, their eyes meeting briefly, silently acknowledging the weight of their shared embarrassment.
"I think that would be more than enough reason to let him board with me," she added firmly.
With a reluctant sigh, the ticket handler nodded. "Alright, what will it be? First class or standard? I must warn you, the boat is quite full due to the recent bombing, so space may be a bit cramped. First class is... quite expensive, as the rooms have been enlarged." He added a remark regarding their relationship. "And while I'm not one to judge, I must caution you that the other passengers overheard your conversation, and they are not like me to simply overlook it."
Nilsha shook her head, her determination shining through. "I wouldn't mind. I've faced xenophobia far too many times within our own people," she said, her voice steady. She turned her gaze back to the ticket handler, a hint of defiance in her demeanor. "What are the prices for the first-class room?" she inquired, glancing at Galvane, who held the sack of gold tightly in his hand.
"A hundred gold for it," the ticket handler replied, prompting Galvane to whistle in surprise at the steep price. "Like I said, the costs are high since the ship has undergone significant renovations, adding extra amenities to the rooms."
After a few moments of contemplation, Nilsha reluctantly handed over the gold to the ticket handler. In return, he presented her with a beautifully ornate ticket adorned with a delicate flower design on its reverse side. They moved on, stepping into the ship's interior. The vessel was impressively large, easily two or three times the size of a typical transport ship, necessitated by its role as a transport vessel. Its hull, painted a vibrant purple, mirrored the skin of the Kal'dorei and was embellished with intricate designs that told stories of their culture.
As they walked deeper into the ship, Galvane began to feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The handler had informed them that their room would be located at the far end of the ship, requiring a long walk. The awkwardness intensified as numerous pairs of eyes, of varying colors and sizes, turned to scrutinize them. Galvane noticed men and women glancing at them with expressions of disgust, and while he tried to ignore them, he couldn't shake the feeling of their judgmental stares piercing through him. The walk felt unbearable, a stark contrast to the battles he had faced before.
Yet as he glanced at Nilsha, he noticed her demeanor remained unyielded. Her eyes narrowed, and with each step, she moved with an imposing grace across the smooth wooden deck. Galvane was taken aback by her transformation since he had inadvertently caused her irritation with his earlier rudeness. He understood he was at fault, especially since she had merely tried to help him, even if her concern had been slightly overblown.
They came to a halt just a few doors away from their room when a Night Elf couple blocked their path in the hallway. Galvane found himself sizing them up instinctively, noting their height and stature compared to Nilsha. Despite being shorter, her unwavering gaze challenged their presence. Crossing her arms defiantly, she asked, irritation clear in her voice, "What do you want?"
The male Night Elf glanced at Galvane, noting his impressive stature. He shook his head and turned back to his mate, who was equally unimpressed. They both had striking green hair, yet their irises differed—one was a piercing blue while the other glimmered silver. "Is he your mate?" the female inquired, her brows knitting together in judgment.
Nilsha sighed, exasperation spilling from her. "And if I say yes, would you leave us alone to wallow in your own racism with your mate?" she replied, her words sharp and pointed. "I've dealt with your judgmental eyes far too often. Perhaps it would be best for you to step aside and allow us to enter our room—our room," she emphasized, clearly frustrated by their audacity to block their way just to voice their disdain for their relationship.
The male Night Elf shook his head, his mate gently tugging at his arm as they stepped aside, allowing Galvane and Nilsha to pass. Though Galvane remained silent, his ears strained to catch every fragment of their whispered conversation. He overheard them disparaging him, questioning why humans were allowed on the ship, and voicing disdain for his presence. Initially, he tried to tune them out, but one remark cut through him like a blade. "Humans are cowards, just like those in the North who abandoned their comrades to save themselves while leaving others to die."
Galvane halted abruptly at the door, his heart racing as memories flooded back. He remembered... he remembered the day of the betrayal. "Leave them! We'll save our own skin! There's nothing we can do! When the Colonel says we must go, we have to go!" he had shouted, his voice hoarse with panic as his men exchanged confused glances. The screams of agony echoed in the air, metal clashing against steel and flesh, a chaotic symphony of destruction that haunted him still.
"Sir—are we really just going to leave them?" asked a young soldier, his voice trembling as he looked at Galvane, who observed the massacre unfold before them. The captain's teeth clenched as he met the soldier's earnest gaze, desperately trying to convey the weight of his decision. "You are the only one your little sister has left, soldier. DO YOU WANT TO DIE AND LEAVE HER ALONE IN THIS WORLD?"
Gulping down the lump in his throat, the young soldier reluctantly nodded. "No—sir." With a heavy heart, Galvane gave the order that would haunt him forever. "We'll leave them..." Even he couldn't believe he had uttered those words.
"Galvane?" Her voice broke the silence, pulling him from his thoughts. Nilsha's gaze was fixed on him, her eyes scanning his features with a hint of concern. "Are you alright? You look a bit disturbed," she noted, deftly flipping and folding their clothes in preparation for the voyage. Her demeanor shifted to one of familiarity with Galvane, her earlier authoritative presence now replaced by a softer approach.
"Umm, I would like to apologize for my behavior back at the bank, Nilsha. I was being rude; you were just trying to help me," Galvane finally spoke up after a moment of silence lingered between them. He hung his head slightly, a wave of embarrassment washing over him. He bit his lip, gathering the courage to meet her gaze. When he did, he noticed the corners of her lips curling into a smile, accompanied by a casual wave of her hand in dismissal.
"Oh please, Galvane, it matters not. It was just a small quarrel between us that resulted in a little cold shoulder and irritation. Let it pass; I was overreacting, too," the priestess replied, her tone warm and forgiving. Galvane felt a smile form on his own lips in response to her easygoing nature. Unable to contain his curiosity, Nilsha tilted her head. "What's got you smiling?"
alvane chuckled softly. "I just can't help but say I was surprised when you... acted like that back there. It was so unfamiliar to me; your tone was so authoritative that I was genuinely taken aback. For the first time, I felt like I was interacting with the Night Elf I always imagined before I actually met you. Sometimes I forget that you are a Night Elf," he said, moving over to a nearby table to place Shadowmourne down. The weapon glowed briefly, its jewel sparkling like a distant star before it dispersed.
Nilsha laughed lightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well... you might need to get used to it. My... friendly demeanor right now... is merely a mask concealing my true attitude. But don't worry, Galvane; I won't put you in line like my people might." Her jest caused Galvane to chuckle again, though the laughter quickly faded, and silence wrapped around them like a comforting shroud, broken only by the gentle sound of the ocean lapping against the ship's hull.
A knock interrupted their moment, and she reached for the door, revealing the captain. He was a tall Night Elf, even taller than Galvane, with an eye patch over his left eye, hinting at past battles and experiences. Scars adorned his face, testaments to a life spent navigating the treacherous seas.
"The voyage has officially started, and we've already raised the anchor," the captain announced, glancing between Galvane and the elven priestess. He had heard rumors about their relationship, and his expression softened slightly. "Ahem, ma'am and sir, I advise against any 'intimate' physical activities between you two. Aye, this room, while luxurious, isn't soundproof." His serious tone contrasted with the lighthearted atmosphere that had just enveloped them.
Nilsha could only chuckle in response. "I assure you there will be no intercourse between us," she stated, her tone casual despite the embarrassment creeping into her cheeks. After a moment, she awkwardly shifted her gaze back to the captain, who was now eyeing Galvane. A sudden realization hit her, and she turned to him. "Umm, Galvane, would you like to assure our captain here that there will be nothing inappropriate between us?" Her voice held a playful lilt, masking the underlying tension.
Galvane turned to face her, his brows raised in surprise. The implications of the conversation hung heavily in the air, and he glanced at the captain, who was waiting expectantly. With a resigned nod, he replied, "I assure you, Captain, there won't be anything inappropriate."
The captain chuckled heartily, a knowing smile on his lips. "Tsk, it seems you were reluctant. But then again, sexual frustration isn't easy for us boys, is it? Carry on, you two," he remarked, leaving the couple alone to process the awkwardness that had just unfolded.
Galvane couldn't help but steal another glance at Nilsha, who was casually arranging their clothes with a grace that captivated him. His gaze drifted to the window, where the vast expanse of the ocean glistened under the moonlight, the waves shimmering like liquid silver. The clock on the wall ticked past ten at night, reminding him of the time passing.
He picked up a pillow, fluffing it gently and shaking off the dust, its fabric soft and inviting against his fingertips.
"What are you doing?" Nilsha asked, her brow furrowed as she finished folding their clothes and placed them on the table, deliberately separating their belongings.
Galvane looked back, casually answering, though his thoughts were drifting elsewhere. "I'll sleep on the floor for the sake of privacy and personal space between us," he replied, the intention noble but causing Nilsha's brows to arch in disbelief.
"Excuse me? Galvane, you're injured! Despite it starting to heal, that skin of yours is still vulnerable to germs," she argued, pulling up the blanket that rested atop the pillow and draping it across the bed. She lightly patted the other side of the mattress, inviting him to join her. "Come, there's more than enough space for us to maintain the 'privacy' you've requested. Your eyes look heavy, and it's clear that rest is what you need right now." Her voice held a soft insistence, and she leaned down slightly to catch a glimpse of his downturned face.
When he offered no response, she pressed further. "Are you embarrassed?" she inquired, her tone teasing but genuine, concerned for his well-being.
Galvane wanted to protest, but he held his tongue. "To what the captain said?" he responded, trying to delay the conversation as much as possible. Once again, he felt the familiar array of emotions that had surfaced back in Ereera's household. A slight tension hung in the air, thick with unspoken words.
"Isn't it obvious?" Nilsha's heart began to flutter, the feeling foreign yet exhilarating. It did not deter her from allowing her words to spill forth. Her soft, angelic voice filled the atmosphere, echoing its beauty as it reached the warrior's ears. Her ears twitched in anticipation, waiting for his response. For some inexplicable reason, Nilsha felt an unexpected surge of confidence as butterflies danced in her stomach, the atmosphere around them becoming increasingly...romantic. When she looked at Galvane, the realization washed over her: he was more than just a companion. The sight of his expression sent a beautiful pang of longing through her heart and soul. Is he? she wondered, her thoughts racing.
"Somewhat..." His voice was low and weak, but the pragmatic night elf found herself more determined. She could sense the pull between them, as palpable as the tension in the air.
Her cheeks flushed, and unbeknownst to the warrior, her gaze mesmerized him. "Then we are two..." Nilsha admitted, taking his injured hand and gently loosening the bandages. She led him to the other side of the mattress, her confidence a mystery she would never solve. Slowly and carefully, she helped him sit beside her. "But there is no shame in that, is there?" The sound of her voice caressed his ears and warmed his heart. "After all, we are just two individuals who understand the feeling of shame..."
He felt her hand trail gently from his shoulder down to his forearm, stopping just shy of their separation. With whatever willpower he possessed, he firmly yet softly grasped her hand, his own burning with unspoken desire.
Their eyes met, brown and amber, their faces mere inches apart. Soft, heaving breaths mingled in the space between them, hearts and lungs tightening as the gap closed.
Tek tek tek tek.
A knock shattered the moment. Crimson flushed their cheeks as they registered the closeness of their proximity. Nilsha was the first to pull away, instinctively placing her hand over her chest in embarrassment. It felt achingly familiar, just like back in Ereera's home, her stomach fluttering at his presence. She stood up, avoiding his gaze, and opened the door to greet the figure outside. To her surprise, it was the captain again, who handed her a ticket.
"It's a receipt. Since you bought first-class, ma'am, you're free to board the normal section of the boat. Just show this to the ticket handler, and he'll take care of the rest," he explained before waving and departing.
As she turned back, she found Galvane lying flat against the mattress, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. His burnt hand rested lightly on his stomach as Nilsha moved closer, gently easing herself under the blanket. Their skins were mere inches apart, an entirely foreign sensation for her. Never in her life had she slept so close to someone, especially not a male. She tilted her neck to see him, his stillness both unsettling and comforting. "Are you alright, Galvane?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
With a heavy breath, Galvane replied, "I'm just thinking about my past..." The weight of his words caused him to turn slightly away. The proximity of her warmth stirred memories of Ereera's words about this voyage potentially sprouting a relationship between him and Nilsha. He now understood that she might be right, but he struggled to reconcile that possibility with the darkness of his own past. How could a beautiful soul like hers ever belong to someone as flawed as him? He had indulged in the pleasures of the flesh countless times to drown his frustrations, both sexual and material. The weight of his past barred him from truly connecting with her.
But his thoughts began to spiral again, drifting to another place entirely. His mind raced: Is it the sins of a son and brother that haunt you? Is it the sin of a leader who abandoned his men? Or perhaps it's the longing for the cold embrace of death that awaits you? Ever since the night elf had mentioned that cowardly human, he recalled every painful moment. Now, it seemed he would relive those memories yet again, even in his dreams.
Softly, Nilsha placed a hand on his shoulder, tapping it gently to console him. "A good night's sleep would help, Galvane..." she suggested, laying her head on the soft pillow. Even in the midst of her concern, she felt the flutter in her heart and stomach whenever her gaze drifted toward him. How she wanted to confess her feelings, yet something held her back, a whisper of hesitation that lingered in her mind. Her hand remained on his shoulder, warmth spreading between them as her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to the night's embrace.
With this master, I will succeed in my plans for you. The gem of Shadowmourne began to glow bright, pulsating with a foreboding energy that matched Galvane's troubled thoughts.
"You ran away..." he repeated for what felt like the light knows how many times. He understood now; he had been in the wrong, and the realization echoed in his mind as he trudged through the snow. The boy soldier he had once mentored had already left Northrend, taking a substantial sum of money with him, along with the promise to care for his little sister.
The thick snow took a toll on him as the night blanketed the forest in a suffocating darkness. The atmosphere was thick and heavy around the warrior, isolating him in his own despair. He longed for solitude, a chance to retreat into the shadows of his mind.
Until...
Grasping arms suddenly burst through the snow, pulling at him with relentless strength. Despite his large frame, he had no power to resist their grasp, each limb yanked downward into the deep and dark abyss concealed by the snow. Galvane screamed at the top of his lungs as he was consumed, the haunting words "coward" and "scared" echoing in the background. The rotting images of his father, mother, sister, and his fallen men bore down on him with tearing smiles on their lips, their pitch-black eyes filled with disdain.
..."Coward," they taunted before their mouths opened wide, and the pitch-black abyss surged toward him, ready to engulf him completely.
Galvane suddenly bolted upright in bed, sweat-soaked and trembling. He glanced around the room, his breaths coming in labored gasps, fear etched across his face. The nightmares had haunted him for three straight days since he and Nilsha boarded the vessel. He noticed the bed felt unusually spacious without her comforting presence beside him. Turning his head to the right, he found her standing there, her hand clutching the blanket up to her chest, shielding herself from the shock of his sudden outburst. Concern filled her weary eyes, and her own breath was rapid and heavy, mirroring his fear.
Galvane looked at her, narrowing his eyes as he sighed, fully aware that his nightmares had once again disrupted her sleep. "I woke you up again, didn't I?" he asked, but he received no answer. Instead, he noticed a bruise on her forearm, and his heart sank at the sight. He approached her with widening eyes, filled with self-loathing at the thought that he had caused her pain due to his restless nights. Gently, he took hold of her arm, examining the bruise that blended with her skin, especially in the dim light of night, making it hard for him to see clearly. "I caused this?"
Her back pressed against the wall, she nodded softly. "But it's not your fault, Galvane. It's those nightmares you've been enduring," Nilsha soothed, attempting to comfort the human warrior who bit his lip in shame. "Let this not disturb our sleep any longer; come, lay down with me." With that, she returned to the soft mattress, but Galvane remained standing, his back turned to her.
"I'm not sleeping..." he replied bluntly, his gaze fixed on the wall. He dreaded the thought of facing those horrifying faces again in his dreams. If he could keep his eyes open for the remainder of the trip, it would provide a welcome respite from the specters of his past, the sins and mistakes he struggled to forget, manifesting into terrifying nightmares that tormented him.
A hand wrapped around his, prompting him to turn back toward her. Even then, her soothing words felt powerless against the demons that plagued him. Her beautiful face offered a semblance of comfort, yet it faded in the dark recesses of his mind. He felt her draw closer, looking up at him with those concerned eyes before gently pulling him back. With a slight shift of his weight, he halted her movement. Nilsha faced him fully now, her hands enveloping his. "Are you afraid of your nightmares? Your past?" she asked, her voice a gentle caress.
With a nod, he confirmed her suspicions. It was enough of an answer for Nilsha. "I am also, Galvane, haunted by my own mistakes," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "But... we don't have to fight alone. We can face this together." It was her heartfelt confession that broke through the emotional barrier he had built around himself. As she watched his expression, her heart ached for him; his eyes widened with unspoken fear and vulnerability as she gently pulled him closer.
Nilsha felt a hand snake around her waist, compelling her to look up at him. His eyes shone upon her like the dawn, illuminating the shadows that lingered in her heart. Her lips trembled as she placed a hand on his burned cheek, channeling her abilities to make her palm glow softly. This wasn't to heal; it was a gentle light meant to instill calm. "I confess..." she said shyly, wanting to avoid the intensity of his gaze as he bore down on her. "Galvane, would you kiss me? That I may know..."
With that simple request, he sank her down to the soft mattress. His lips brushed against hers before deepening the connection, his body pressing against hers as she cradled his face in her hands. In that moment, a revelation unfolded for both of them, illuminating the truth they had both suspected but had never fully acknowledged. It was different now—more profound and beautiful—this truth laid bare before them. When he felt her lips on his, it was as if his mind sank into blissful oblivion, allowing all the memories and nightmares to dissipate into nothingness. It was a moment of pure beauty, he thought, as he pulled away to look into her eyes, wondering why... wondering why he couldn't be with her.
That's a lot of years of her being alone...
Galvane pulled away, watching her eyes widen in confusion as he separated himself from her warmth. No, he wouldn't do that to her for the sake of fleeting comfort or a restless night. She had sacrificed too much in such a short time for him to selfishly cling to her before eventually aging and leaving her behind for the rest of her life. He turned his back to her and sat on the edge of the bed, his head hung low, his elbows resting on his knees. "I...can't be with you..." he said, feeling her presence shift closer to his side.
"I don't understand..." she began.
Galvane stood up suddenly. "Don't you see, Nilsha? Do you truly understand what I am? I killed... I made unforgivable decisions, committed unspeakable acts..." He fell silent, choosing his words carefully. "I—"
Nilsha interrupted him gently. "I see you as a soldier who fought for what is right, someone punishing himself for believing he is at fault for everything that has happened to him." Her words were soft as she stood beside him, taking his hand to make him look at her. Her eyes moved up and down, observing his injuries and burned scars before locking onto his gaze. "I know you're just saying these things to change how I feel about you, Galvane. You're doing this because you think it's better for me."
"But our lifespans..." he tried to argue, but once more, she cut him off.
"It's my decision to choose. If it were so easy for someone like me to find love, I would have found it with my own kind long ago. But no, I encountered you, Galvane. I got to know you, and I fell in love with you because you have something inside you that they don't. Being human is something you can't control; it's how nature intended it. I don't know what to make of our situation, but I can only say I love you, Galvane." She professed her feelings, releasing everything she had longed to say. She wanted to love him while his years remained young, aware that her time with him was fleeting and determined to make the most of it. Gently, she pulled him closer, leading him into the soft cushions of the bed.
He followed her, lying down beside her, feeling her soft lips brush against his as the moonlight reflected on her face. It was a blessing, if nothing else, to have a chance to be with someone like her. He could imagine a future filled with shared moments as he felt her lips pull away, only to look at him with an angelic smile, murmuring soft, sweet whispers into his ear as their eyes grew heavy, drifting toward sleep.
Could this be the moment when he would finally know what it feels like to be unburdened by disheartenment?