Decided to try my hand at this, because why not? Haven't seen any accidental marriage fics yet in Warcraft. And good boy Anduin is just the thing needed.

Anduin Wrynn sat at the head of the round table, looking weary as cross from him, the House of Nobles, consisting of Count Ridgewell, Baron Lescovar, and Countess Clessington, both looking concerned. They called in for a meeting regarding a future left behind by the late King Varian Wrynn.

Count Ridgewell spoke first, "Your Highness, the kingdom is in need of a queen—a partner to stand by your side and strengthen the Wrynn lineage. With the fragile peace we now enjoy, it is imperative that you consider this matter with urgency."

Lescovar agreed with him. "The alliances we've made are tenuous at best. A firm union would send a message to those who may seek to take advantage of your youth and our moment of vulnerability."

Anduin knew they weren't wrong. As they had played a major role in rooting out corrpution among the nobility. Having a wife wasn't something that he considered yet due to his responsibilites. Yet, but he does understood its imporance..

"I am aware of the importance of my lineage," Anduin said with a sigh. "But my heart is with the people and the healing of our world."

Clessington offered a gentle smile, "Your heart is admirable, Your Highness. However, a king must sometimes make sacrifices for his people. A queen by your side would not only ensure an heir to the throne but also provide the stability and unity that Stormwind needs at these trying times."

The three watched as Anduin considered their words. It was the kingdom's future at stake, and though it was not one he wished to make, he knew it was one he needed to do. With a slow nod, he finally spoke, "Very well, I shall begin the search for a queen. But," he added firmly, "my choice will not be solely for the sake of politics. I wish for someone who shares my vision for peace and justice, who will support me in both war and peace."

The House of Nobles nodded in uniso. As he rose from his seat Ridgewell offered, "We will have your intention be discreet until you have made your choice, Your Highness."Lescovar added, "The choice is ultimately yours. We will support your decision, provided she is worthy of the title and your trust." With a warm smile, Clessington chimed in, "Love and friendship can often blossom from the most unexpected of unions."

Anduin nodded in gratitude, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pressure. As he made his way out of the grand hall, he couldn't help but wonder where he would find such a partner He would have preferred the simplicity of his former life, but as he stepped into the courtyard, he took a deep breath, preparing himself for the task.

Meanwhile, in the secluded chambers of Gilneas City, the new Queen Tess Graymane, paced back and forth in utter frustration. The House of Lords had been hounding her about the need for an heir, their insistent tones grating on her nerves, not to mention the list of noblemen lining up to try and test their luck of earning her hand in marriage. "I am not a breeding sow to be paraded around for their political gain!" she exclaimed, almost having the urge to have her dagger be pointed at their throats

Her father leaned against the doorframe with a smile. "Calm yourself, Tess," he advised her though he prided at her show of resistance. "Your brother Liam's death was a tragedy, but Gilneas must endure. The future of our people rests in your hands now."

Tess sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping. "I know, father," she conceded, "but the thought of marrying for anything other than love feels...wrong."

Genn stepped inside, placing a firm but gentle hand on her shoulder. "The crown comes with such burdens, Tess. Love may not always be the first concern, but you can still find happiness in duty."

The Queen looked up at her father. "And what if the suitor I choose is only after power?" she asked with worry

With a chuckle, Genn patted her shoulder reassuringly. "Then I'll make sure he would regret making his choice.'" His words brought a small smile to Tess's lips, and she nodded and feeling she had his support, she began to consider her options.

In her study at Boralus, the capital city of Kul'tiras, Lord Admiral Jaina Proudmoore found herself in a familiar yet uncomfortable conversation with her mother, the former Lord Admiral Katherine Proudmoore. "Mother," she began exasparetingly, "I am 38 years old. It is highly unlikely that I can bear children."

Katherine waved a dismissive hand. "Oh please, Jaina! I had you at that age, and look at the leader you've become!"

Jaina rolled her eyes. "I'm sure you're much younger when you have me, mother. Yes, but times have changed, and I've been through... a lot. Besides, what about Tandred? He's younger and quite capable of carrying on the family name."

Her mother snorted, "That boy would marry a ship before he'd marry a woman. He's devoted to the sea and the fleet, always has been. So, it falls to you, Jaina. You're the one who can unite our people and bring new life to the Proudmoore legacy."

With a resigned sigh, Jaina conceded, "Fine. I'll think about it. But I refuse to settle for someone I don't care for, just to satisfy tradition."

Katherine's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh, I know you, my dear. You'll find someone who can handle both your magic and your stubbornness. And maybe, just maybe, you'll find love in the process." She patted Jaina's hand and left the room, her laughter echoing down the corridor. "The Proudmoore bloodline must continue!"

Jaina sat in silence, contemplating her mother's words. Love was indeed a luxury she hadn't allowed herself in a long time, but the thought of finding a partner who could understand and support her was not entirely unpleasant. After what happened with Arthas and later Kalec, it wasn't something that she considers now. With a small smile, she decided to keep an open mind.

Regent Lord Lor'themar and Grand Magister Rommath sat in a dimly lit chamber of the Sunwell Plateau, surrounded by the soft whispers of ancient tomes and the faint hum of arcane energy. "Our place in the Horde is secure for now, but we must not forget the lessons of the past," Lor'themar mused, stroking his chin.

His advisor nodded sagely, his eyes gleaming with cunning. "Indeed. Perhaps it is time to explore the possibility of conciliation with the Alliance. After all, our interests may align more closely than we've allowed ourselves to believe."

The Regent-Lord leaned forward, intrigued. "And how do you propose we do this, Grand Magister?"

"We have received an invitation to this year's Winter Veil garthering at Stormwind.", Rommath informed him. "It seems King Anduin invited the Sin'dorei as a gesture of goodwill following the war's end. And we are allowed to bring in anyone as a guest."

"Perhaps Matriarch Liadrin?" Lor'themar suggested. "She has been working tirelessly for the Blood Knights for all these years, so why not give her reprieve for all her hard work?"

Rommath chuckled nervously. "Possible, but yes. She is quite devoted to her work after all."

Lor'themar raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

"Well," Rommath began, clearing his throat, "Matriarch Liadrin has always been one to speak her mind, and I suspect she'd have quite a bit to say about this."

"Indeed," Rommath agreed with a shudder. "But if we can pull it off, think of the message it would send to the world. Ever since Sylvanas left, I think this is a good time for the Horde Council to make a good impression to the Alliance, even if only the Blood Elves would represent them."

"Assuming that Lady Liadrin does not incinerate anyone in case she gets drunk from there.", Lor'themar quipped.

The two shared a laugh after that. And at that moment, Liadrin sneezed, wondering who could be talking behind her back.

In Icecrown Citadel, the new Lich King Bolvar Fordragon leaned back in his throne, baffled as he listened to the reports from his Horsemen, Darion Morgraine and Thoras Trollbane. "Whitemane?" he murmured, stroking pointy edges of his hlmet. "I had not anticipated such...independence from her."

Darion shifted uncomfortably. "Indeed, my lord. She seemed to have...found her own path."

Thoras grunted. "More like she found a way to stick her nose where it doesn't belong."

Bolvar chuckled. "Well, that's quite the rebellious streak she's developed. I suppose I should be flattered she chose to seek vengeance against the one who crushed the Scarlet Crusade she so vehemently served. Even after she declared that she is aware of her actions in life. It seems fanaticism does not end even in death."

The Horsemen exchanged puzzled glances before Darion spoke up, "Should we not recapture her? Ensure she does not become a threat?"

Bolvar waved a dismissive hand. "Let her go. The Alliance will deal with her, and perhaps her little escapade will knock some sense into her. Besides," he added, "it'll keep them busy while we focus on more pressing matters."

The two Horsemen nodded, though the confusion was clear in their gazes. They had never seen Bolvar so...amused. As they left, the Lich King couldn't help but muse on the twist of fate that had led to Sally's unexpected liberation through sheer spite, a touch of the Light and vengeance. He leaned back in his throne, a glint in his eyes, wondering if Anduin Wrynn had any idea of the unpredictable ally that was about to crash into his life.

Sally Whitemane, now free from Bolvar's control, found herself in a rather peculiar situation. Having been forcibly stripped of her purity and dressed in the cold, heavy armor of a Death Knight, she was disgusted she struggled to wrench each piece of the darkened plate off her body. "Ugh, this...this unholy attire!" she spat, her voice a mix of revulsion and anger. "It reeks of the very taint I sought to purge from this world!" Once the last piece clattered to the floor and her peeling off her bodysuit, she reveled in her newfound freedom, her porcelain skin exposed to the damp air of Tirisfal Glades after she had left Icecrown. With a snarl, she transformed her discomfort into determination, her eyes alight with a fiery passion.

The Scarlet Monastery was now abandoned, after the Ebon Blade had slaughtered the remaining Crusaders. She searched through the dusty cobwebs and discarded relics, finally finding a set of crimson and gold robes. She donned the attire that marked her as the High Inquisitor of the Scarlet Crusade, the symbol of her righteousness restored. Grasping her signature staff, the instrument of her divine wrath, she stood tall and proud. "The High Inquisitor lives once more!" she declared, her voice echoing through the desolate chambers.

Her thoughts turned to the 'heretic king' Anduin Wrynn, the one she held responsible for the fall of her beloved crusade (even though it wasn't really him but Varian and Tirion's responsibilities fell to Anduin). "That boy," she muttered to herself, "he'll regret the day he crossed the Scarlet banner. Vengeance shall be mine, and the purity of the Light will be restored!" With renewed vigor, Sally set her sights on Stormwind, eager to make the tyrant pay for his sins.

"Oh, how the worms will turn when they see their 'savior' brought low by the very hand they sought to control!" With a crazed glint in her eye, she cackled into the cold, dark night, her staff crackling with holy energy that seemed to dance in anticipation of the chaos to come.

A week later, the cobblestone streets of Stormwind were adorned with twinkling lights, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of gingerbread and the laughter of children. The city had donned its festive best for Winter Veil, a celebration of joy and wonder following the Battle of Azeroth. As the snow fell gently, Anduin walked through the town square, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the Alliance leaders mingling freely among the citizens. The arrival of Regent Lord Lor'themar, Grand Magister Rommath, and the fiery Matriarch Liadrin of the Sin'dorei had brought an unexpected warmth to the city, a clear sign of their commitment to peace.

Genn approached Anduin with a hearty clap on the back. "Looks like you've managed to turn this into quite the shindig," he said with a chuckle.

Anduin couldn't help but smile. "It's the least we could do," he replied, "after all we've been through. Besides," he added, "it's the perfect distraction from our political woes."

The two leaders shared a laugh. As they strolled through the crowded market, they were met with nods and greetings from the people of Stormwind. The presence of the Blood Elves was met with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, wondering what's in store of them. "You know, Genn...the House of Nobles have been pressuring me to seek a Queen, fearing that my bloodline would end if something happens to me.", he professed to his right hand.

Genn knew what he was talking about. "So it seems you and Tess are both being pressured into the marriage market," he said with a wry smile.

The younger King couldn't help but feel bad for the younger Queen who had been a good friend to him. "I imagine Tess isn't so happy about it."

"It does look like she is willing to go back to being an assassin if they kept adding names in the long list of suitors. Don't you worry about her," he said firmly. "I'll make sure any man who tries to win her hand has the mettle to handle her spirit. And if he breaks her heart," he added, flexing his hand into a fist, "You get the idea."

Genn then grinned. "But tell me, Anduin," he said, leaning closer as if sharing a secret, "since we're both in the market for spouses and heirs, perhaps we should consider a union between Stormwind and Gilneas? It would be quite the political coup, don't you think?"

Anduin chuckled, unsure if his friend was jesting or truly suggesting an alliance through marriage. "Genn," he said, shaking his head, "I'm not sure if the people of Stormwind are ready for a assassin queen just yet."

"Aye, I can just imagine the uproar if you tried to bring a Graymane into the mix," he said, slapping his thigh. "Crown Prince Liam's death was a tragedy, and Tess is feeling the pressure of our lineage. If you can find someone worthy, I'd be happy to see her with an ally as steadfast as yourself."

"I might consider it, Genn.", Anduin chuckled.

Jaina, her cheeks flushed from the warmth of the nearby bonfire, chuckled at the sight of the normally stoic Matriarch Liadrin, her cheeks rosy and her laughter ringing out as she shared a hearty toast with a group of dwarven revelers. "It seems your proposal has had quite the effect on our esteemed guest," Genn said, his own mug of foaming ale held aloft in a silent salute to his daughter.

"Indeed," Lor'themar agreed with a chuckle, looking over at Liadrin, "It appears she's decided to indulge in the festive spirits."

Rommath leaned in. "Or perhaps she's just happy to be out of the cold for once."

The three leaders shared a laugh. The sound of merriment grew louder as they approached the center of the square, where Lady Katherine had commandeered a group of goblin musicians, leading them in a rousing sea shanty. As she caught Jaina's eye, she waved enthusiastically, her voice carrying over the din. "Jaina, my dear! You must sing with us!"

Jaina's eyes widened in horror as her mother belted out, "The Proudmoore bloodline, strong and true, we'll find you a prince to marry you!" She groaned and slapped her palm to her forehead, only to have it met with a cold splash of ale from the mug her mother had playfully thrown. "Mother, please," she pleaded, her voice muffled by her hand.

Genn and Anduin couldn't help but chuckle at the spectacle, while Rommath and Lor'themar exchanged knowing looks. "Ah, the joys of family," Jaina said, her tone one of mock despair, "always eager to remind you of your 'duty'."

Lor'themar offered a sympathetic nod. "Indeed, I am quite familiar with the...persistent nature of mothers."

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the merrymaking leaders, Sally had managed to slip into Stormwind under a heavy disguise. Her eyes searched the bustling square, seeking the one who had brought down the Scarlet Crusade—King Anduin Wrynn. As she approached the center of the festivities, she spotted a jovial dwarf with a barrel of ale slung over his shoulder. He caught her eye and, offered a steaming mug with a flourish. "Care for a taste of the finest winter ale, lass?"

Sally, her mind set on her mission, took the mug with a snarl, intending to toss it aside. But as she brought the frothy beverage to her lips, the tantalizing aroma filled her senses. Against her better judgment, she took a tentative sip. To her surprise, the ale was smooth and warm, a delightful balm to her weary soul. "Hmm," she murmured, taking another swig. The dwarf, mistaking her reaction for enjoyment, beamed and refilled her mug. "Drink up! It's the good stuff, I promise!"

The evening rolled on, and as Sally's mug remained perpetually full, her mission began to waver. The laughter and cheer of the people were infectious, and she found herself raising her glass with the locals in toasts she didn't understand. "To the king!" they'd cheer, and she'd grudgingly follow suit, her thoughts muddled by the surprisingly potent ale.

Anduin, in the midst of a hearty laugh with Genn and Jaina, glanced over at the seemingly harmless reveler and raised an eyebrow. "Friend," he called out to the dwarf, "are you sure she's had enough?"

The dwarf, already a bit tipsy himself, chuckled. "Never enough, Your Highness! But if she's had her fill, I've got plenty more to go around!"

Sally's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, she almost remembered her purpose. But then the dwarf offered her a shot of something even stronger, and with a shrug, she downed it. The burning liquid warmed her from the inside out, and she found herself joining in the laughter, forgetting her quest for vengeance momentarily.

The celebrations continued. And apparently, more than a few of them are so drunk. Anduin, having consumed so much, stumbled slightly as Tess, also equally drunk as him looked into him mischievously where she leaned in to whisper in his ear, "You know, Anduin, a union of our houses might not be such a bad idea... in a more... intimate sense."

Genn, who had been nursing his own mug of ale while watching the exchange, couldn't help but choke on his drink, a laugh escaping his throat. "Tess," he coughed, trying to maintain his composure, "perhaps now is not the time for such... delicate matters."

But Tess, feeling bold under the influence of the holiday spirits, playfully poked Anduin in the ribs. "Come now, you fought Sylvanas and lived, High King," she teased. "Surely you wouldn't leave a lady of Gilneas wanting?"

Anduin, equally tipsy, couldn't help but laugh, though he felt a blush creep up his neck. "Tess," he said, his speech slurred, "you flatter me, but I think we should stick to the alliance of friendship for now."

Liadrin found herself caught in the festive spirit and having consumed much ale as more than she could have. Swaying slightly, she approached Anduin, where her eyes looked at him mischievously. "Your Highness," she slurred, "I've heard it said that your touch is like the warm embrace of the Light itself. Care to let this poor, cold blood elf feel that warmth?"

Lor'themar and Rommath watched in shock. Rommath looked ready to intercede, his eyes wide with horror, but Lor'themar, ever the strategist, placed a firm hand on his arm. "Let it play out," he murmured, thinking that it would at least improve relations.

Anduin, equally surprised and amused, chuckled. "Matriarch," he said, his own speech slightly slurred, "you do flatter me. But I'm afraid I can't quite... provide what you're looking for."

Before anyone could react, a tipsy Jaina stumbled over, her own cheeks flushed with drink and good humor. "Ah, leave the poor boy alone," she said, wrapping an arm around Anduin and pulling him closer. "Anduin's got enough on his plate without worrying about your elfy needs!" She giggled, patting Anduin's cheek.

Tess raised an eyebrow at the display, a smirk playing on her lips. "I'll have you know, I've got needs of my own," she said, her words coming out with a bit more fire than she had intended.

"Oh, I've no doubt," Jaina shot back, her words coming out in a jumble. "But I'm his 'Aunt Jaina,' and I've got dibs!" The two women stumbled into a playful shoving match, their laughter echoing through the square as their friends looked on in bewilderment and growing concern.

The crowd around them, mostly unaware of their drunken banter, cheered on the unlikely friendship between the two powerful women. Genn watched with a mix of amusement and anxiety, whispering to himself, "By the moon, I hope this doesn't turn into an international incident."

Anduin raised his hands to call for order amidst the laughter. "Alright, alright," he slurred, his eyes sparkling with mirth, "you're all right. We should... we should... we should all just get together!" Jaina, Liadrin, and Tess, all equally inebriated, nodded in agreement, finding it to be a good idea. "Make it official, you mean?" Jaina asked with a sloppy grin, her words coming out in a delightful jumble. "Yes!" exclaimed Tess, bumping into Jaina playfully, "Make it an... an alliance! The four of us, together!"

With a wobbly nod, Anduin decided it was time to escape. "Let's... let's go to my room," he suggested, pointing in the general direction of the castle's entrance. "We can, uh, talk more in private." Jaina and Tess, arms linked, began to follow him, their giggles trailing like a tipsy conga line. Liadrin, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity, took a moment to compose herself before stumbling after them.

Their path to the castle was blocked by the unexpected figure of Sally, her eyes glazed over and her cheeks rosy from the ale. "What's going on here?" she asked, swaying slightly. Anduin, with the confidence of a man who had just brokered peace between the Horde and the Alliance, grinned at her. "Why don't you come with us?" he offered. "The more, the merrier!"

Sally nodded eagerly in her drunken state. "Yeah, sure!" she exclaimed, stumbling along with the group. "We're forming an... an alliance!" she shouted to anyone who would listen.

Lor'themar, Rommath, and Genn watched the spectacle with a mix of disbelief and amusement. "Well, this isn't quite what I had in mind for our alliance," Lor'themar murmured to Genn. Genn chuckled, "It seems we've all had a bit too much to drink," he said, shaking his head. "But perhaps," he mused, watching his daughter and the High King weave their way through the crowd, "it's a start."

The five of them made their way through the grand halls of Stormwind Castle, their laughter echoing off the stone walls. The guards, who had seen their fair share of royal shenanigans, stepped aside, smothering smiles behind their stoic expressions.

Even if those giggles eventually turned into drunken moans and the sounds of clothes being taken off.

Basically, it's a crack fic. So it's not too serious around here. And don't expect everyone to be in-character