The morning sun streamed through the windows of Anduin's chamber, casting an eerie glow on the chaotic scene before him. The room looked like a tornado had hit it, with clothes scattered across the floor, the smell of stale ale and candle wax lingering in the air. His head pounded with the rhythm of a thousand drumming goblins. With a groan, he reached over to his bedside table, his hand brushing against something cold and metallic—a ring? His eyes grew wide with horror as he realized he had no recollection of how it got there.

The sudden sound of shifting fabric made him freeze as he saw four pairs of sleepy eyes slowly peeking over the edge of the bed. Tess Graymane, Jaina Proudmoore, Lady Liadrin, and to his shock, Sally Whitemane all stared at him with a mix of shock, confusion, and what seemed like mild terror. In the silence that followed, the only sound was the collective intake of breath.

Then, as if a spell had been broken, all four women screamed in unison. The cacophony was so deafening it could have woken the dead.

The room descended into pandemonium as the four women leaped from the bed, each one clutching a ring identical to the one Anduin held in his trembling hand. "What is the meaning of this?" Tess demanded, her voice wavering between anger and despair. "I don't remember a thing," Anduin protested, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he tried to cover himself with a rumpled blanket.

Sally's eyes narrowed to slits, her fists clenched. "You... you tricked me!" she spat, glaring at the king. "I came here for vengeance, not... this!"

Jaina, on the other hand, was in a state of disbelief, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape from the mortifying reality. "Anduin, what have we done?" she whispered in horror.

Liadrin, the most composed of the quartet, took a deep breath and tried to calm everyone down. "Let us not jump to conclusions," she urged, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her own fear. "We must consider the possibility of... a misunderstanding."

But Tess was inconsolable, her sobs echoing through the chamber. "This is a nightmare," she wailed, "I'm supposed to marry for duty, not... not for..." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence

Panic set in as they realized what happened to their drunken escapade. Sally sat up, her eyes narrowing into a glare at Anduin. "How did I end up here?" she hissed, her mind racing with thoughts of betrayal and vengeance. "And why am I not dead?"

Jaina, still lying on the bed, propped herself up on her elbow, her expression a mix of shock and bewilderment. "Sally," she exclaimed, "you're not a Death Knight! What sorcery is this?"

Liadrin, ever the composed elf, bolted upright, her eyes wide with horror. "By the Sunwell," she wailed, clutching her chest, "what have we done? I have broken my sacred vows!

Tess, on the other hand, had a look of utter disbelief on her face. "Oh, Anduin," she said, her voice shaking, "what have we done to your reputation?"

Anduin, his voice high-pitched and desperate, looked heavenward, his hand clutching at the ring on his finger. "Oh Light, what have I done?" he moaned dramatically. "This is a disaster! A scandal! The people will never understand! I swear, I don't recall... any of this!" Hi

"Well, I certainly don't recall agreeing to this!" Jaina exclaimed, gesturing to the rings on their fingers. Her eyes searched the room wildly, as if she might find an answer in the discarded garments or the scattered goblets.

Tess's gaze fell upon her ring, a symbol of unity she never thought she'd bear. "What is the meaning of these rings?" she asked, her voice shaking with anger.

Anduin squinted at his own ring, his mind racing. "I... I think they're marriage bands," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the commotion.

The room went silent. Four powerful leaders, each with their own agendas and destinies, now apparently bound in a union none of them had anticipated. Sally was the first to break the silence, her voice filled with a mix of rage and betrayal. "You expect me to marry the man I was supposed to kill?!" she roared.

Tess's sobs grew louder as she buried her face in her hands. "What will my people think? This isn't the alliance I wanted!"

Liadrin's eyes widened in horror as she stared at her ring. "Matriarch... I cannot... I cannot marry. Not after what I've done."

Anduin's eyes darted from one distressed face to the next, his mind racing. He had to fix this. He couldn't bear to see them all so upset. "Ladies," he began, his voice shaking, "please, let us think rationally. We must figure out what happened and how to undo it!"

In a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation, Liadrin examined her ring closely, her eyes widening with realization. "These rings," she murmured, "they're not ordinary. They're bound with an ancient elven enchantment, one that emphasizes 'till death do us part' quite...literally."

The room grew silent all of a sudden whilen Anduin's jaw dropped. "What do you mean, literally?"

"It means," Liadrin said with a tremble in her voice, "that as a blood elf, I am bound to you all for thousands of years."

Tess's eyes bulged. "Thousands?!" she squeaked. "But we can't be married!"

"I'm not marrying impures!" Sally spat, her anger renewed.

Jaina's eyes searched the room in panic. "I don't even know who half of you are!" she exclaimed.

Anduin's hand flew to his forehead as he sunk into a chair. "This is a disaster," he groaned.

The four women looked at each other in horror, their rings seemingly glued to their fingers.

"We need to get these off," Tess said firmly, tugging at her ring. "Now."B ut despite their combined efforts, the rings remained steadfast, refusing to budge.

Sally, her eyes wild with desperation, snatched a nearby dagger from the nightstand and held it to her ring-adorned finger. "If I can't marry you, I'll just cut it off!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with the fiery resolve of the Scarlet Crusade she once led. She brought the blade down with surprising force, only for it to bounce off the unyielding metal band. "Ow!" she yelped, dropping the dagger with a clatter. The room was momentarily silent as they all stared at the unblemished ring.

"Well, that's not gonna work," Anduin said, rubbing his forehead as if trying to ward off the growing migraine.

"Tell me, Liadrin," Tess said, her voice tight with panic, "is there any way to break this...curse?"

Liadrin, her cheeks reddening, looked at the ring with a mix of awe and horror. "I-I've never seen anything like it," she stuttered, her hand shaking.

Jaina, her eyes wide with shock, looked from the ring to Anduin and back again. "What have we done?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Anduin, trying to maintain some semblance of calm, spoke up. "Alright, let's not panic. We'll figure this out. We have to."

But Sally was already pacing the room, her mind racing. "I'll never marry a heretic like you!" she shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Anduin. "You're the reason my people are cursed!"

Tess looked at Anduin with a mix of confusion and anger. "Is that true?"

Anduin held up his hands. "No, no, it's not like that," he began to explain, but his words were lost in the chaos of accusations and denials.

The four of them, each feeling more trapped than ever, turned to Liadrin again. "Is there nothing we can do?" Tess asked, her voice shaking.

"Not one I could think off, unfortunately. Best we could do is wait...", the Matriarch replied somberly.

Anduin's heart sank as the squire stumbled in, a look of bewilderment on his young face as he held out the envelope. "Your Highness, I found this on your desk. It seems... it seems to be important," he said, handing it over.

"What does it say?" Jaina demande wearily. Anduin cleared his throat and read aloud, "In accordance with the laws of the Alliance, and under the influence of... the holiday spirits, we, Anduin Wrynn, High King of the Alliance, do hereby declare ourselves bonded in the eyes of the Holy Light to... Matriarch Liadrin, Lady Jaina Proudmoore, Queen Tess Graymane, and Lady Sally Whitemane." The room grew so silent, you could hear the fizzle of a goblin's experimental firework dying out.

"Bullshit!" Sally roared, leaping off the bed, her eyes ablaze with fury. "I would never marry a heretic king!"

"Calm down, Sally," Jaina said, her voice still laced with the slur of alcohol. "There's no way this is legal. We were all drunk! Besides, where's the priest that performed this... this... sham of a ceremony?"

Tess, who had managed to find her dressing gown, held her certificate up with two fingers as if it were a dirty napkin. "I didn't even agree to this!" she exclaimed. "I can't marry someone I barely know, not even for an alliance!"

Liadrin, her face pale with shock, stared at the document with a mix of horror and disbelief. "This... this cannot stand," she whispered. "I am bound to the Sunwell, not to a... a political marriage."

Anduin, feeling the weight of his newfound marital status, looked around at the four women he had apparently wed. "This is... this is ridiculous!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking with panic. "We need to figure out who did this and how to undo it!"

Jaina gaped at the document. "How? When?" she sputtered.

"I-I don't remember signing these!" Anduin protested, his voice rising with each word. "This isn't possible!"

"It's like we're trapped in a twisted joke," Sally said, her voice tight with anger. "And we're the punchline."

Tess marched over to Anduin, her eyes flashing. "You expect me to believe this was a mistake? That you didn't do this on purpose?"

Anduin looked up, his expression earnest. "Tess, I swear on the light, I had no intention of... of this!"

Liadrin stepped forward, her face pale. "Whether we believe it or not, we are bound by these documents. And until we find a way to break this... this curse," she spat out the word with disdain, "we must act as though we are indeed married."

The room grew silent again. They were four strangers, thrust into a situation none of them wanted, with no clear way out.

"Well," Jaina said, her voice laced with sarcasm, "at least we're all dressed for the occasion." She gestured to their disheveled state, which only served to highlight the absurdity of their situation.

Sally, unable to hold back her rage, threw a pillow at Anduin's face. "This is your fault!

"Ow! I said, I don't remember!" Anduin exclaimed, deflecting another pillow with the marriage certificate.

Tess took a deep, steadying breath. "We're going to have to explain this to our people," she said, her voice shaking. "But first, we need to figure out who did this to us."

"And why?" Liadrin added, her eyes narrowing. "This reeks of dark magic and ill intent."

The four queens stared at each other, their rings glinting in the morning light. They were in this mess together, and it was up to them to figure out how to get out of it. And if they couldn't, they'd have to learn to live with the consequences of a night that none of them could remember.

Sally, her eyes blazing with anger, pointed at Anduin with a shaky finger. "You need to divorce us all, right now!" she exclaimed, ignoring the ring that seemed to be mocking her.

Anduin took another step back, his eyes darting from the paper to Sally's furious face. "Now, now, let's not be hasty," he said, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "The laws of Stormwind are quite clear on this matter. A divorce can only be granted after one year of marriage."

Sally's eyes bulged with incredulity. "You can't be serious!" she spat. "You're the king! You can change the laws!"

Anduin took a deep breath, his cheeks reddening even further. "I am a king, yes," he said, his voice firm despite the tremor of panic, "but I am not a despot. I will not bend the laws of the realm to suit my personal whims, not even for this...unexpected union."

"Unbelievable!" Sally huffed, her hand flying to her hip. "So you're telling me we're stuck in this...this farce of a marriage for a whole year?"

Anduin nodded, his eyes flicking to the ground. "It seems so," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Sally threw her hands up in exasperation. "One law! One measly, insignificant law!" she exclaimed. "Is it so much to ask that you bend it just this once?"

Tess stepped forward, her voice trembling. "I can't go back to Gilneas like this. My people will think I've lost my mind!"

"And what of the my people?" Liadrin whispered, her eyes wide with horror. "The Sunfury will see this as a betrayal to our faith!"

The room erupted of accusations and panic.

"Please, I understand this is unpleasant, but we must remain calm," Anduin pleaded, trying to keep the chaos at bay. "I assure you, I will do everything in my power to rectify this situation. We'll find whoever is behind this and set things right."

Tess stormed into Genn's study, her breath coming in short gasps. "Father!", she wailed, collapsing into his arms. "What am I to do?"

Genn, taken aback by his daughter's sudden appearance and dramatic entrance, patted her back awkwardly. "Tess, what's wrong?" he asked, his concern etched deep in his furrowed brows.

"It's Anduin!" she blurted out between sobs. "We...we're all married!"

Genn's eyes widened in shock, and he stepped back, his paws frozen mid-pat. "What?" he roared. "Married? To whom?"

Tess looked up, her nose red and her eyes swollen. "To these four," she sniffled. "You must fix this! I can't marry a nitwit, a zealot, an old hag, and a blood elf!" she sobbed, waving her certificate in the air.

Jaina took offense of the 'old hag' part. "Hey!"

Genn's expression morphed from shock to bewilderment. "Anduin's got quite the taste," he quipped, trying to lighten the mood. Anduin, who had followed Tess into the room, groaned and facepalmed.

"It's not funny!" Anduin exclaimed. "We were tricked!"

Tess nodded vigorously. "It's true! We woke up with rings on our fingers and marriage certificates with my signature!"

Genn's smile faded. "That is...unexpected," he said, his voice trailing off as he tried to process the gravity of the situation. He looked at the three distressed women standing behind Tess, each one looking more upset than the last. "I see," he said, his tone turning serious. "Well, we can't have the people know about this. It would cause a scandal!"

Anduin's shoulders slumped in relief. "Thank the light. Perhaps we can keep it a secret until we figure out how to undo it," he suggested hopefully.

Genn, his expression stern, stood up and approached his daughter. "Calm yourself, Tess," he said firmly. "We shall deal with this. But first, we must ensure that no one outside of this room knows of your... indiscretion."

The sudden sound of a town crier's boisterous voice outside the castle walls sent a collective shiver down their spines. "Hear ye, hear ye! Announcing the union of High King Anduin Wrynn with his esteemed consorts, Lady Liadrin, Lady Jaina Proudmoore, Queen Tess Graymane, and Lady Sally Whitemane! Long live the allied kingdoms and the unified future of Azeroth!"

Everyone's eyes shot to Genn, who looked as if he'd seen a ghost. "Father, what have you done?" Tess shrieked, her hands flying to her face. "You said we'd keep it a secret!"

The four queens' jaws dropped in horror, and they all turned to Genn, who looked as though he'd just been struck by a lightning bolt. "What?" he yelped.

"You jinxed us!" Tess accused, pointing an angry finger at her father.

Jaina facepalmed. "Oh, no," she groaned. "This is not happening."

Sally looked like she was about to explode. "You think this is a joke?" she snarled at Genn.

Liadrin, ever the pragmatic one, spoke calmly. "It appears we have little choice but to play along for now."

They couldn't believe just how calm she is.

Moments later...

In the midst of the pandemonium, Liadrin's fury was noticeable as she slammed her fists against the sturdy wood of the door to Lor'themar and Rommath's shared quarters. "You two! This is your doing!" she screamed, her voice echoing down the corridor. "Why did you bring me to that damned party?"

The two blood elf leaders exchanged a look of sheer terror before Lor'themar called out, "Liadrin, please, let's talk about this rationally!"

"Rationally?" she bellowed, her voice a mix of rage and incredulity. "I'm married to a boy king, a mage who could more than likely drown all of Quel'thalas , a fanatic who'd rather burn the world than see it united, and a girl whose father is more beast than man!"

The door shuddered under the force of her blows, threatening to give way, despite the two's best attempts to keep her out with their backs.

Rommath peeked out from behind Lor'themar, his eyes wide. "We had no idea, I swear!"

The wood cracked, and with a final, furious roar, Liadrin broke through the barricade. The two men stumbled back as the Matriarch stormed in, her eyes aglow with the power of the Light. "Well, you'd better figure out a way to fix this, or so help me, I'll be the one bringing the apocalypse!"

Lor'themar and Rommath stumbled over their words, trying to explain and apologize at the same time. "It was just a gesture of goodwill!" Lor'themar protested.

"A gesture that's turned into a bloody disaster!" Rommath added, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for a way out of the conversation.

Liadrin, her chest heaving with anger, pointed an accusatory finger at them. "You both had better find a way to untangle this mess, or I'll make you wish you never suggested coming to Stormwind!"

Rommath leaned closer to Lor'themar, whispering, "I told you she'd be upset."

"Well, I didn't think she'd be this upset," Lor'themar murmured back, his eyes wide with fear.

"Look, Liadrin, it's not what it seems," Rommath began, his voice trembling slightly.

"Oh, it seems pretty clear to me," she snapped, pointing her ringed finger at them. "You two had something to do with this!"

Lor'themar held up his own hand, which bore the same ring. "We're just as surprised as you are," he insisted. "We had no idea this would happen."

Liadrin's eyes narrowed, her gaze flickering between the two of them. "You expect me to believe that?" she growled.

"I swear it by the Sunwell!" Lor'themar exclaimed, his voice shaking. "We had no part in this madness!"

Rommath nodded vigorously, his eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape route. "We thought it would just be a night of... you know, diplomacy and goodwill," he said, his voice squeaking.

The two leaders of the Sin'dorei nodded frantically, sweat beading on their brows. "We'll do everything we can," Lor'themar assured her, his voice shaking.

"You'd better," she growled, "or I'll show you what a truly holy wrath looks like!"

With that, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving the two elves to ponder the chaos they had unwittingly unleashed. "Well," Lor'themar said with a forced chuckle, "that went about as well as we could've hoped."

Rommath swiped at the sweat on his forehead. "Perhaps we should've just stayed home and played Hearthstone."

"Too late for that now," Lor'themar murmured, collapsing onto his bed with a dramatic flourish. "We're knee-deep in a comedy of errors worthy of a Bard's tale."

The two shared a nervous laugh, knowing that the real challenge was just beginning.

In Boralus, Lady Katherin Proudmoore, having heard the news of Jaina's unexpected nuptials. She sang a merry sea shanty at the top of her lungs, her joy echoing through the corridors of the Proudmoore manor. Jaina, on the other hand, was not amused. "Mother, please!" she groaned, her cheeks red with embarrassment. "I can hear the celebrations from here!"

Tandred, Jaina's younger brother, sailed into the room with a grin that could rival the horizon. "Congratulations, Sister!" he boomed, slapping her on the back. "Finally, you've settled down with someone worthy of the Proudmoore name!"

Jaina shot him a glare that could freeze the sea. "Tandred, this isn't funny!"

He chuckled, "Oh, come on, Jaina. It's not like you had to marry for love. Politics, remember?".

The Lord Admiral glared at him. "Thanks, Tandred," she drawled sarcastically. "I'll be sure to blame you in my memoirs."

He chuckled in reply. "Look on the bright side," he offered, "at least you didn't end up with Sylvanas. Can you imagine the family reunions?"

Jaina shot him a glare that could freeze the fires of Ragnaros. "Don't you dare jinx it, you sea-going buffoon," she hissed, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "The last thing we need is that Banshee Queen popping up with a bouquet and a wedding dress!"

The tension in the room lightened momentarily as they shared a laugh, the absurdity of their situation briefly overshadowing the gravity of their predicament. But as the echoes of their laughter faded away, the cold reality set in once more.

"And why is it that I'm the one who ends up in this mess?" Jaina grumbled, turning to her brother with a glare that could melt the polar ice caps of Northrend. "Why couldn't you have settled down and given Mother a dozen grandchildren?"

Tandred's laugh boomed through the room, his chest shaking with mirth. "Jaina, dear," he said, patting her on the shoulder, "you know the sea is my first and only love. The fleet is the best wife I could ever ask for—she never nags, and she's always ready for an adventure!"

Jaina rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Tandred," she said with a snort. "So, I'm married to a boy who's practically my nephew in all but blood because you're too busy flirting with the waves?"

Tandred smirked. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, he's not all bad. At least he's not Arthas or that elf you couldn't keep your hands off of."

Jaina's eyes narrowed at the mention of Kalec'gos. "Don't remind me," she murmured.

"But think of it this way," Tandred continued, his voice now light and teasing, "you're not just his wife, you're his aunt. How often do you get to say that?"

Jaina's mouth fell open, and she stared at him in horror. "Tandred, that does not make it better!" she shrieked, smacking his arm. "It makes it weirder! What am I going to do?"

Tandred chuckled. "Well, you could always start by calling him 'dear nephew-husband' in public," he suggested, earning another smack.

Their mother, oblivious to the tension, continued her celebratory dance, her laughter bouncing off the walls. "Oh, to think of the grandchildren we'll have!" she exclaimed.

Jaina facepalmed. "Mother, please," she groaned. "Could you maybe keep the volume down? The whole city doesn't need to know my life just turned into a tavern joke!"

Katherin stopped and looked at her daughter with a puzzled expression. "Jaina, dear, don't you know that love can bloom from the most unexpected of places? Perhaps this is the start of something beautiful."

Jaina's only response was an eye roll so dramatic it could've launched a boat. "Mother, this isn't a romance novel. This is a political minefield."

Tandred chuckled nervously. "Well, at least we know where the real firepower in that marriage is," he said, trying to lighten the mood again.

Jaina glared at him. "You're not helping," she said through gritted teeth.

In her chambers, Tess sobbed into a velvet pillow, her body shaking with every heave. "Father, I didn't want this," she wailed. "I wanted a marriage of love, not one born from a drunken stupor!"

Genn, sitting on the edge of her bed, patted her back awkwardly. "Tess, I know you didn't intend for this to happen, but Anduin is a good man," he said, trying to reassure her. "And think of the bright side, you now have three... uh, sister-wives to share the burden of the throne."

Tess sat up, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "Three sister-wives?" she repeated incredulously. "Father, that's not a bright side, that's a nightmare!"

Genn chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, at least it's more interesting than the political matchmaking you've been dodging back in Gilneas," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Tess looked at him, her expression a mix of anger and confusion. "That's your consolation? That I've gone from avoiding one marriage to being stuck in four?"

Her father sighed, his smile fading. "Tess, I know this isn't ideal. But sometimes, the path we walk is not the one we've chosen. Maybe this...situation is a chance for you to find something real amidst the chaos."

Tess sniffed, looking skeptical. "Real? Like what, a friendship?"

Genn nodded. "Or perhaps, if you're lucky, something more. Give it time, my girl. Sometimes, fate has a peculiar sense of humor."

In the grand halls of Stormwind Castle, Sally Whitemane was trapped in her own chamber, surrounded by the opulence of her new 'wedded' life. Her sobs echoed off the gold-trimmed walls, her once-blazing faith in the Light now a mere flicker in the shadow of her despair. Suddenly, Darion Morgraine, the knightly Horseman of the Ebon Blade teleported into her room. His presence brought no comfort to Sally, only a stark reminder of her past life and the grim fate she had escaped from.

"Morgraine!" she called out, her voice trembling, "Please, I beg of you! Take me back to Northrend! I cannot bear this mockery of a marriage!"

Darion's gaze was solemn as he approached her, his plate armor clanking with every step. "Sally, I am afraid that is not possible," he said gently. "The Lich King himself has received word of your union and has sent his congratulations. He seems...amused."

Sally's face crumpled into a mess of tears and fury. "Amused?" she shrieked. "How could he be amused? This is an abomination!"

Darion nodded, his expression understanding. "Perhaps it is," he conceded, "but Bolvar is a wise ruler. He knows that sometimes, the most unexpected twists of fate can lead to the greatest of alliances." He offered her a small smile. "And let us not forget that the Light often works in mysterious ways. Perhaps this is part of its grand design for you."

Sally stared at him, her eyes red and puffy, the very essence of a deer caught in the headlights. "You think the Light would do this to me?" she whispered.

Darion shrugged. "The Light has a sense of humor, I've found," he said plainly. "One that is quite...particular."

Sally's sobs grew louder, her wails bouncing off the opulent walls of her new prison. "What could I possibly have done to deserve this?" she demanded of the stoic knight, her voice thick with despair.

Darion paused for a moment, considering his words before speaking. "Perhaps the Light is giving you a chance to atone for your past, Sally." he suggested.

"Atone?" Sally shot up, her eyes flashing. "What crimes could you possibly be referring to?"

Darion looked at her, his expression unchanging. "Do you really want me to list them for you?" he asked in a deadpanned tone.

Her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, Sally realized he had a point. The Scarlet Crusade's atrocities were no secret, and she had been its fiercest advocate. She sank back into her chair, defeated. "Fine," she muttered, "you win."

"The Light would never be so cruel," Sally wailed, collapsing onto the bed in a heap of fabric and despair. "It's a test! A test of my faith!"

Darion leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Or perhaps, it's a gift," he suggested. "Bolvar is willing to release you from your service, should you prove to be a... good wife to Anduin."

Sally looked up, hope flickering in her eyes for the briefest of moments before it was snuffed out by the realization. "Good wife? To him?" she squeaked, her voice rising in pitch. "That... that blasphemous boy?"

The Horseman offered a small, knowing smile. "Sally, I understand your anger, but perhaps this is an opportunity for growth, a way to find peace in a world that has seen so much war."

Sally sniffed, her gaze drifting to the window and the city beyond. Could she truly find peace here, amidst this chaos? The thought was as ludicrous as the situation she now found herself in.

Darion looked at her sympathetically, knowing the weight of her past. "Consider this, Sally," he offered. "Your marriage to Anduin has likely spared you from the wrath of the Argent Crusade. They're as baffled as you are, but for now, they hold their swords."

Sally's eyes widened. "The Argent Crusade?" she gasped, the realization setting in. "They must be livid!"

Darion nodded. "Indeed, they are. But Anduin is a man of peace, and his kindness extends to all. This union may just be the shield you need to avoid their judgment," he said, trying to offer some semblance of comfort.

"But what do they want from me?" she demanded, her voice trembling.

"For now, to make a good impression," Darion replied, his tone firm. "This is your chance to show them that you're not the same zealot who led the Scarlet Crusade. Maybe, just maybe, you can win them over."

Sally sighed heavily, feeling the weight of the world—or at least her own personal hell—pressing down on her. "Very well," she said finally. "I'll play along for now. But I make no promises!"

The knight nodded solemnly. "That's all anyone can ask, Sally. Just remember, a little kindness can go a long way." With a final nod, he teleported away, leaving her to her thoughts.

Alone again, Sally looked around the opulent room with new eyes. If she could navigate this mess of a marriage. The idea was as ludicrous as the situation she'd been thrust into, but as she wiped her eyes and took a deep breath, she decided it was worth a shot.