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Circled by the Wolves Pt 2

The Amber Glade continued to reel from the void elf attack on the Market Square. So many luxury items now had to be exported from other regions of the Eastern Kingdoms, or even from Kalimdor, on the other side of Azeroth. Shipments were often delayed for days, leaving the Bloodfeather sisters yet again with few options this early in the morning.

Syrahn felt her soul twist and writhe in her body with every sip of her bitter coffee. Her toast was without butter, without flavor, and therefore without purpose. At least her bacon was edible; that's what she first thought before the first bite, anyway. It was vegan bacon… made out of tofu. Her disappointment was immeasurable and her day was ruined.

Circled by the Wolves Pt 1

Ten minutes after leaving the warmth and embrace of his beloved wife and Ijiro was already regretting this journey. The roaring applause of the pounding rain drowned out bells ringing in the north and the east, with a heavy cloud resting lazily on the whole of the city. What would have easily been a howling blizzard melted into an angry rainstorm thanks to the Eternal Summer’s grip on the High Kingdom, but that only made it more dangerous; if the aqueducts failed for whatever reason, the lowest rungs of the Outer Sprawl would suffer from some serious flooding. Those folks have already endured enough this year. Ijiro did his best to remain vigilant, but in this weather he couldn't see anything beyond a few meters in any direction; all he could focus on was the lantern in his son's hand, which seemed to do more harm than good. Zeth’romas turned the corner and began walking down a flight of stairs, compelling his father to finally say, “Are you sure you know where you’re going? I can’t see shit in this fog, and the rain ain't helping.”

“You probably need glasses, old man. I can see just fine.” He spoke over the rainfall’s chorus. “We’re almost there.” Ijiro opened his mouth to protest, but he couldn’t muster the effort to shout over the rain; he didn’t like being out in the open, especially when he was practically blind by the orange glare of the lantern and the choking morning fog, but he trusted his son more than most. Before long he recognized the long marble pillars arching over his head, and the familiar sound of a thousand raindrops striking leaves and grass instead of cobblestone. He hopped over a puddle large enough to bury his boots in and stepped into the domain of House Hearthdust.

The Lord of the Glade

This was the first meeting since the attack on the Glade, and the first one Ijiro’s attended as a Lord, and not Syrahn’s esteemed retainer; if he had it his way, this would be the last one for a long time. He couldn't believe how much he missed facing the horrors of Northrend… at least then the enemy was right in front of you, not hiding behind fake smiles and practiced manners like cowards.

Ijiro sat in the high chair that was molded and shaped to perfectly fit his wife; the seat was large enough, admittedly to his amusement, but the discomfort from the elevated armrests rubbing at his ribs slowly chipped away at his smirk. He was apparently scowling far too much and for too long, as Syrahn reached up and gently squeezed his hand to try and calm him down. Ijiro met her gaze and her soft smile, but he couldn't bring himself to return the favor; someone in this room wants her dead, and he was determined to drag that coward - or cowards - out of hiding. As the Lord of the Amber Glade, it was well within his newly appointed authority to turn the Glade inside out to find them.

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Adrift in Eternity Finale

The deep orange warmth of the sun gently nudged Syrahn out of her deep sleep, with the embrace of her happiness making her body feel so light she could swear she was still adrift in a dream; now married to the man of her sweetest desires, aching from his lustful appetite, she truly felt wonderful- far better than she has in years, perhaps better than ever. Her sleep schedule took almost as great a pounding as she did, but she was still giddy from her marriage, and showed no signs of mellowing down anytime soon.

Syrahn clumsily reached out to wake her husband for another round, but her fingers touched only more blankets. Her groggy eyes opened to find herself alone. Slowly she pushed herself upright to glance around, rubbing what little sleep remained out of her eyes before recognizing distant voices. Ijiro was too far away to comprehend what he was saying, compelling the Glade Queen to press her numb feet against the cold carpet, slip into a nightgown, and begin her cautious advance to the next level down from her chambers.

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Adrift in Eternity Pt 2

“Walk with me.” Viridias slipped her hand under Syrahn’s arm and gently squeezed at her fingers. Slowly they began her long ascent up the hill as familiar faces turned to grin at her. Doral’s cousins were giggling with barely-contained excitement, and doing almost everything they could to get her attention before one of their brothers began smacking each of them upside the head. To her right Seranas Starsurge nodded at her with a slight grin on her lips, holding her three year old brother while he relentlessly chewed on anything he could get his pudgy hands on. Further down Syrahn’s own family watched her with glee, with many of them already crying along with her. Even members of the Oathguard were present, standing along the outer edge with their backs to the cliffs; however the guards stood between them and the houses, and they weren't exactly subtle about keeping them at arm’s distance.

It felt like a dream. Everything was happening so fast Syrahn could swear she was killed in those woods when she was struck, and all of this was some hallucination or purgatory before she joined her ancestors in the Holy Light. Yet this dream was far too real.

Adrift in Eternity Pt 1

The soothing warmth from the Holy Light healing her black eye was a blessing Syrahn didn't know she needed until now. As always Lady Doral Tidebloom was meticulous with her work, spending a great deal of time bringing the swelling down and returning the color of her bruised skin back to normal; at this rate it would be completely gone within the hour. Viridias busied herself by running hot water and a quilboar brush through Syrahn’s hair until it shined like polished tigerseye, but she didn’t pry her sister with questions about her injury or of the terrible events that happened earlier today. Syrahn needed to take some time to rest and relax so she would have the strength to tackle their problems when she was good and ready.

Yet finding sanctuary in the Tidebloom Estate meant dealing with Doral’s cousins, many of whom find great pleasure in trading gossip, spreading rumors, and just about nothing else. “Lady Bloodfeather!” One of them chirped above the other clucking hens. “Have you written your vows yet? What about your gown? Will your wedding take place here, or somewhere exotic? Like Pandaria!”

When One Door Closes

Syrahn said nothing in the sanctuary of her office aboard the Red Raven. The coarse scratching of her quill against the parchment was distractingly loud with everything else being silent. Both Lord Zaetan and Lord Victus stood at parade rest before her desk, occasionally exchanging looks while they waited for her to speak; but her eyes were fixed on her work, even as the side of her face was dark and swollen from being backhanded by her potential rapist.

Lord Zaetan nervously cleared his throat before uncomfortably saying, “My Lady, if this is a bad time… we can always return la-...” He cut his sentence short the moment she dropped the quill back into the inkwell and leaned back in her seat.

The Dagger in the Dark Finale: Blood in the Grass

There was a great burden on Syrahn’s shoulders. It was something she had successfully ignored for months, but now it demanded her utmost attention now that she was this close to the Sunlust Estate. Ever since Aulirael stopped her relatives’ assassination plot against Syrahn and her family, ever since the Glade Queen screamed at one of her oldest and closest friends, they have avoided each other like the plague of undeath. Syrahn could avoid her no longer.

The road to the Sunlust Estate was a road few traveled these days, but one Syrahn knew all too well. This was one of the few places left in Quel’Thalas untouched by the Eternal Summer spell, making it one of the last vestiges of a bygone era before the Highborne fled what would later be known as the Tirisfal Glades. The path itself was densely surrounded by ancient trees bearded with moss, with vines and leaves hanging low enough to grasp. When she came across the single bridge connecting the Sunlust proper with the rest of the Amber Glade, a rush of nostalgic memories threatened to sweep her off her feet.

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The Dagger in the Dark Pt 2: Tick Tock Goes the Grandfather Clock

Tick… tock… tick… tock…

The grandfather clock beside Syrahn was unsettling. She remained as silent as the grave before a long oval table that was lightly decorated with twilight jasmine and black roses. The floor was made of bricks as black as the night sky, with a rug of some creature she couldn't recognize spread beneath her feet. Lord Zaetan seemed unfazed by the dreary decor; he paced back and forth with his hand on the hilt of his sword, but he whistled a cheery tune while they waited for Lord Iveth. She was eager to listen to his song to help settle her nerves, but the ticking of that accursed clock was distractingly loud. Zaetan stopped pacing the moment the door was opened by a Greyshade guardsmen, and in stepped the master of this house.

“Lady Bloodfeather,” Lord Iveth finally arrived, seemingly out of breath; his silver hair was obviously void-touched from questionable practices, slicked back and tucked behind his ears. His eyes burned a sickly purple not unlike the violet torches lining the room. Although she always found his disconcerting stare uncomfortable, there was something about him that seemed more strange than usual. “Apologies for running late. I had urgent business to attend to before our meeting.” Syrahn opened her mouth to ask what could possibly be more important than meeting with her, but she bit her tongue and decided to get on with the matter at hand; the more time she wasted the longer she would be sitting in this dreadful place, after all.

Thicker Than Water

Telling Jaeras that she would be living with Whitstan from now on was the hardest thing Tyrasam has ever done. At first the little girl thought she was being punished for sneaking out in the middle of the night to investigate the carnage created by the High Justicar; then she thought Tyrasam had possibly grown tired of her. It took everything Tyrasam had to stop herself from breaking down and crying, or worse, going back on her word and keeping her precious little gift to herself. To help keep her mind off the inevitable departure, she decided to make the last day they would spend together also their greatest, and so they spent the entire day walking up and down the countless shops in the Market Square. By the end of their binge they spent nearly a hundred thousand gold coins, draining Tyrasam’s savings; but for Jaeras, it was all worth it.

When the sun began to inch closer and closer to the deep ocean horizon, and the laughter and smiles stopped, their time was up. Jaeras got anything her heart desired, and outfitted her with a brand new dress and hat so extravagant and sublime she looked wealthier than Syrahn herself. As a token of goodwill, the Glade Queen even offered Jaeras her personal traveling carriage for safekeeping, allowing the girl to ride out of the gates of the Amber Glade with all of her new belongings in the highest caste of style. They only waited for Whitstan beside the main gates for an hour, but for Tyrasam, it only lasted a single moment.

The Dagger in the Dark Pt 1: Two Captains, One Carriage

At last once the sun had risen high enough over the woodlands to the east, and the Amber Glade had stirred from their beds, Syrahn was ready to face the great houses. She hadn’t slept a wink since she sent Lady Kaevia that letter; the threat of assassins looming around every corner and hiding behind every blade of grass kept her emotionally drained and physically exhausted. But the whispers hadn’t haunted her since the sun came up, giving her a blissful rest from the voices at the edge of her thoughts. Syrahn stood up straight and took all the time she needed before stepping out into the glaring sunlight to get to the truth of all this.

Immediately she noticed the foreign armor of her guardsmen. They were clad in the darkest armor she had ever seen, wielding longswords with a deep blood-like crimson, and shields that looked like they were carved straight out of obsidian; she could only imagine their suffering in this hellish heat, but she didn’t dwell on such thoughts for long. Most of them knelt the moment they noticed her presence, with just a single guard opening the door to her carriage. Fear of them not being her guardsmen at all and cutting her down once she got close enough made her reluctant to approach. “First stop, my Lady?” One of them asked, helping to put her mind at ease; she could recognize Sven Skyfire any day, even when he’s hidden in that ghastly armor.

Beneath the New Moon

She heard but a whisper in the wind, a voice at the edge of her senses calling her name. She dared not answer. She dared not speak.

Syrahn was wide awake long before she had any right to be. The earliest hours of the day were spent staring up at the ceiling in her soft feathered bed; with nothing but the darkness blanketing her chambers, the sound of her labored breathing, and the steady rhythm of her pounding heart to keep her company. Yet every now and then her head would pop off her pillow at the return of the whispers, and she would sit upright in her bed and strain herself to catch the sounds again, until she either convinced herself her paranoia was playing tricks on her, or lost interest. After the sixth time it happened, Syrahn finally had enough.

The Glade Queen slipped out from underneath her covers to plop her bare feet on the soft but cold carpet. With outstretched hands she wandered toward her desk like a blind woman stumbling down the street, using her extended fingers to find her weathered lantern. A simple whisper of an incantation and the Holy Light flitted from her hands and banished the shadows that gripped her chambers like an ominous presence. She sat down at her desk while her eyes adjusted to the light, clumsily pushing parchment and unfinished letters aside until she found a clean sheet along with her quill and inkwell.

Lady Sun’rael,

I would like to personally thank you for your contribution to repairing the Amber Glade, but I’d also like to apologize for the recent events that have otherwise crippled your once powerful house. The houses under my protection will not be pleased to hear you will not be paying the rest of the debt, but rest assured my family can take care of the rest. It’s a shame you were forced to sell your father’s old forge to make ends meet. I must also regretfully inform you that while I am starting an investigation on the attempt to take your life, I cannot make any guarantees to proper justice. House Greyshade is a noble house and an asset to the Amber Glade, and I cannot simply punish them for this transgression until I am absolutely sure they were the ones responsible. That said, House Bladewhisper is still in the process of repairing Lord Wilhelm’s blade. I trust they will do all that they can to restore it efficiently. The death of Alucieus still weighs heavily on my shoulders. There were so many things I could have done better. I don’t know what it’s like to lose neither a father nor a husband, but if you or Lady Covaya need respite I will offer whatever I can. Given the recent attempt on your life I understand if you don’t want to step foot in the Glade until the perpetrators have been dealt with.

Tyrasam will not be leaving the Amber Glade, but Whitstan will be pleased to learn she has agreed to give up custody of Jaeras should he still wish to raise her. She does wish to still spend time with her during the holidays and her birthdays, but that’s between her and Whitstan. With luck his runesword will be repaired and ready by the time he arrives. Both House Bladewhisper and House Greyshade have been hard at work restoring the weapon to its former glory. If House Sun’rael is still operating with mercenaries, the Amber Glade would be pleased to give you some of our contacts, as well as send any your way. It’s the least we can do for all of the trouble we caused.

PS: Tell Covaya I said hello, and once all of this madness settles down, I would be happy to entertain the prospect of House Sun’rael joining the Amber Glade. It’s politics are tiresome and many of the people are detestable, but the quality of life is certainly worth it.

As certain as the tenuous peace between the Horde and Alliance is erased the moment an otherworldly threat is eliminated, our friendship is certain to endure.

-Lady Syrahn Bloodfeather

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The Webs We Weave

The angry crowd was in full force this morning.

The Amber Castle was surrounded by a moat of elves, all trying to shout over each other to angrily explain their grievances. The guardsmen kept their weapons sheathed but their shields at the ready, creating a block at the single portcullis to prevent them from surging forth and storming the castle; others patrolled the walls to make sure nobody tried scaling the walls, while a handful of guards kept vigilant along the four towers, armed with crossbows - just in case things got out of hand.

They were out there long enough to compel House Bloodfeather to respond, and who better to speak to the people than the Commander of the Amber Glade? When Syrahn appeared the crowd grew even louder, shouting all sorts of things directly at her while they tried to muscle through the wall of shields and heavy plated armor. By the time her sister Miriam wrote up a convincing speech, there were well over five hundred people gathered where they could see her, with no signs of anyone dispersing anytime soon; it wasn’t every day a commoner was able to get an audience with the “Glade Queen” they so affectionately called her. A part of her felt like that was an insult, but over half a year of hearing that title, Syrahn decided to own it. She raised her hand to silence the crowd, and after a prolonged period, they eventually settled down.

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Spider. And Chaos the Name

Enclosed with the rather lengthy missive was two large chests that were very heavy and a black velvet satchel with a brooch inside.

Lady Bloodfeather;

It seems hard times have found us though you will be happy to hear that the first installment of my mother’s payment towards the Amber Glade goes hand in hand with this letter. She has sold all my father’s belongings including his forge and her house to pay you just a little over nine hundred thousand gold pieces. What you will not be happy to hear is that this first installment of a payment will be her last and there will be no more to follow.

As this letter finds you, I also wish to inform you on some changes that have been made in the course of a week. The Registry has been preparing the official copies of the sign documents I offered them just this morning which is legally bestowing me as the head executor and curator for House Sun’rael. All information pertaining to the House as well as the noble Houses in name and their household funds and land will be granted and divided by me, through me as current and reigning Matriarch over what is the legacy of the Sun’rael fortune and name.

I am certain this might come as a surprise as the last any of us had taken to visit it was my mother who held the title shortly after my father’s death though it has recently come to me that I do not think her a sound and stable fit at this current juncture for such pressure and responsibility so soon after she had already lost so much and has been forced to give up everything she has ever known while also trying to make ends meet with a young son.

I am more than certain you can imagine her grief. Should you ever have children of your own someday, you will come to know the instinct that follows with it which is much of the reason I choose to make this letter now and this declaration.

I forfeit any decision made prior on my mother’s behalf to make payments to the Amber Glade for destruction made to the grounds. I sincerely hope the 900,000 in gold is more than enough to sustain the families for their losses, cover funeral costs as well as pay for any medical attention they might have accrued. House Sun’rael will send no more money to the favor of the Glade’s poor decision. I will stand firm on this and I refuse to let the name of my father be beaten into the ground with nothing for future generations. He and my Uncle worked too hard to build the House into what it is today to be bullied into submission by the expectation of your noblemen.

Enclosed with this letter you will also find a brooch with the sigil of House Greyshade. I believe their assassins left this behind last night when they decided to impede in on Whitstan’s apartment with intent to kill. As you can imagine he is very much standing, as well as myself. Greyshade’s assassins failed and those you keep in your counsel have made you a target of speculation, Lady Bloodfeather. I would hope that your love for our name and friendship with my family that it is in your best interest to look into this matter, disappointment aside with the news that this letter brings.

Light bless;

K. Sunrael Matriarch of House Sun’rael

[ @syrahnbloodfeather ]

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More Than Necessary

“They’re beautiful.” Covaya remarked as she looked over the several flowers in the garden. Silvia nearby as the older woman offered a nod in the Lady Covaya’s direction.

“I tend to them everyday if I can, else it is Illdarien that sees to them. Flowers have a way of cheering people up and brightening any room.”

“That they do.” Covaya confirmed.

Her had passed over a few light mageroyal wondering if this is how retirement for her would be. Would she be content with tending to flowers as a hobby? As her sister, Ashelin once did before her. She was utterly alone aside from her children. Both her sister’s Ashlein and Nysaira had passed and now, her husband. Altherian had been the only one close to her that remained safe.

A collection of tears threatened to fall though they remained brimmed at her lower lash line, blurring her vision from the pink and red petals before her. It was the loud bang of the rear doors swinging open furiously and hitting the stone wall behind him that made the Paladin jump, her tears finally falling which she reached a hand to draw them away, “Kaevia?” she asked confused as she and Silvia stood as Kaevia strode with intent toward the two with Illdarien in tow.

“Has there been anyone at the estate this evening?”

“N-no my Lady…” Silvia ushered out and then offered a confused glance towards the Lady’s mother and then back at the Priestess, “Just us three and the children. All of whom sleep now.”

Kaevia swiftly rounded towards her mother flicking the sigil betwixt her index and middle finger, “Does this mean anything to you? Whitstan and I were just in his apartment when three unknown men from the shadows came for us – me in particular or so it seems. This is a sigil of the Glade.” Her tone was heavy, sharp and with intent for blame as the brooch was thrusted towards Covaya.

“Greyshade?” Covaya looked perplexed as she inspected the heavy sigil of the skull and spirit, “It doesn’t make sense. Are you sure they were sent for you? Do you have anything of theirs?”

“Of course not, mother.” Kaevia expelled out a sigh, hand falling to her side with a faint slap along her slacks, “Why am I being sent assassins from the Glade if they are expecting you to pay? This makes little to no sense and now I’m angered. There isn’t a safe place, even in the city.”

“I’ll write to Syrahn and ask.”

“Don’t bother, I’ll do so myself. Have you finished with tending to yours and Arden’s rooms?”

“I have b–” “Good. Get comfortable because I will need you to assist Silvia and Illdarien in placing some wards around the estate. Everyone that enters will have their person checked and weapons removed upon entry and no one enters without purpose. Couriers are to be stopped at the gates.” Kaevia directed a pointed finger towards the ground, “All those who call to the estate will give their name and purpose, friends and foes be damned. No one goes to the city without an escort until I get this settled.”

“What will you do?” Covaya asked as she quickly caught up behind Kaevia who was already walking off.

“Sign papers, send letters and stand my ground.” Kaevia bellowed down the hall as she continued her fast stride to the study.

Silvia pursed her lips as she placed a hand to Covaya’s mantle for recurrence, “Her stubbornness will get her killed one of these days.” the Lady Paladin offered lowly coupled with a frown.

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Surprise Visit

It was just a couple days before he could pick up his daughter yet everything seemed wrong and twisted in his chest.

The hours felt like days to someone like him. Sometimes Whitstan wished he could go to sleep. His hand hovered over where his heart would be in his torso, resting against it for a few moments. There were no beats, no warmth, nothing but a hollow coldness that radiated from his presence. Would this really be enough? Emotions were a new thing for him to process, still. For years he was unfeeling and calculated- now fresh wounds were torn open with the soul that was keeping his mind in check bound to his runeblade was torn from him. Whitstan was a living dead man filled with regrets and his mind constantly shifted to the woman he loved. He wanted to be there for her, but he needed to give her space. He wanted to be next to her, but he couldn’t smother her. He wanted to call her home his, but couldn’t impose himself. He wanted to be her husband but not ruin her noble standing as an invalid lover who couldn’t produce offspring.

But worst of all… he had killed the father of the woman he loved.

For that, there was no regret in his heart- the man was corrupted and a shadow of the person Kaevia adored and loved wholeheartedly. Still… it was the same man. He sat silently in his apartment in Murder Row as frost spread across the floor and throughout all the furniture he had installed to make his domicile more palatable for his living guests and lover. Not that he had any guests aside from her.

On overt sigh came followed by a frosted breath, “Sorry, Kaevia…” he uttered to himself. A shake of the head came before he decided to step out and take a walk down the most dangerous alleyways in Quel’thalas. He meandered toward the exit of the city while thinking of an excuse to visit her.

A clatter came when a stave fell to the ground and a woman spoke out upon banging into the Death Knight. The Priestess had smacked right into Whitstan upon turning the corner and due to her petite frame in comparison to his own, Kaevia landed straight on her arse with a flurry of her cloak to follow and two scrolls flicking into the air, “I swear…I don’t need glasses.” And a few more muffled words escaped her as she aimed to remove the flap of her cloak from her head and eyes.

The Death Knight’s piercing blue eyes settled on the woman. “Miss.” he offered with a smile and extended hand- the echoed voice sounding out, “Could I offer you a hand?”

Looking up she took the offered hand, “Ah! Fancy meeting you in my journey. Actually I was about to pay you a visit since the days have been busy and there hasn’t been much time for conversation.” Standing she brushed off her backside and adjusted her cloak before twisting to find the two scrolls she had dropped. With luck, they looked fairly unscathed and she snatched them up to tuck them safely into her belt.

Eyes shifted to the scrolls and back to the woman in front of him. “A visit? Didn’t expect that, but pleasant never-the-less. Did you want to head back to my place? I was just thinking about heading to yours. Either way, I suppose mine is closer.” Whitstan rambled slightly, bringing her closer. She was about the only person who could unnerve the consistently stoic Knight.

Kaevia offered a nod as she smoothed her hands over the various areas of her attire, still she looked a little jumbled. Picking up her stave she placed it over her shoulder, “If you prefer that to a bench. I was hoping to get your input on something.”

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It’s Okay to Say No

“Is this really necessary?” “It is.” “To sell everything you ever owned and father ever owned to pay for a few statues people likely cocked a squat on during drunken nights and a bunch of bushes that can grow back. Six million? That’s absurd.”

“It is but what would you expect of the Amber Glade? They have expensive tastes.”

“For starters? How about a little empathy as they aren’t the only ones suffering a loss. I suppose I shouldn’t expect so much from those types of nobles as they give so little. They’re quick to care about their own but anyone else’s suffering is null and void.”

“It’s the way of the world, Kaevia.”

“It doesn’t have to be and maybe it is the way of their world. Cooped up behind a wall with nothing but a mediocre castle of stone and houses to look at. They really do nothing to assist in the growth of the Sin’dorei people.” Kaevia crossed her arms looking out the window as Covaya’s household was hard at work crating and packaging her father’s forge, wares and belongings for transport. All to be sold off to pay the Sun’rael debt that the Amber Glade dangled above their heads, “–not when they bend knees such as this for a plan they concocted.”

Covaya remained silent at her desk as she elegantly wrote upon the parchment, something she had been compiling since the wee hours of the morning and long before Kaevia’s visit. She was listening and though the woman was great at multitasking, she welcomed the reprieve and studious escape the letters brought.

“Don’t pay the debt.” Kaevia boldly spoke and finally she turned towards her mother.

“What?” the quill ceased and Covaya glanced up to her daughter, “You can’t be serious in suggesting such.”

“I am. Wholeheartedly. What are they going to do if you don’t sign away your coin?” Kaevia listed forward along the front the desk to place her hands upon the lip and gazed down at her mother, “Their plan backfired and now that it did, they’re looking for compensation and the only people they can pin it on is our House. Tell them no.”

“My friendship with Syrahn would hang in the balance Kaevia, I do not think you understand the support that the Glade offers in times of war.”

“I do but without Father to lead them as he has in the past, do they offer much at all and even if you do pay the sum, will they after? Let Syrahn lead her own people. Furthermore; You cannot afford to be beckoned away again with Arden. It is time you have taken your retirement, mother. I’ll be damned if I watch you spend your days wasting away in debt over some rocks and bushes.” reaching in, Kaevia pulled the parchment from under the tip of Covaya’s quill, “Uncle is nowhere to be found, Syhris has been gone for a little over half a decade and there is no other Sun’rael fit, like myself, to continue our name.” with purpose, Kaevia rolled up the scroll and Covaya placed the quill into the empty well beside her.

“What are you suggesting?”

“Recognize me as Matriarch in both right and as being of legitimate name and I will see to it that the Sun’rael name remains prosperous and does not befall hard times. Sell your estate, pay Syrahn the gold for your wares and come live with me. Have your retirement and I will pick up with your connections in Orgrimmar. If I cannot lead a Vanguard or have the head of a Commander, I can find other ways and tasks for income and to keep our name tacked to what we are known best for but House Sun’rael will not be putting our heads in debt for decades to come.”

“Such as?”

“War machines. It isn’t the first time such a thing has been employed under our banner and your contact Pixxie in Orgrimmar still, I suspect she would be hungry for some work. What’s more is I hear tensions in Sillithis have risen and this Azurite is causing quite a stir. If anything…we prosper through the means of blackmarket trading and underground networking. It isn’t the first time I have dabbled with such a thing considering Mercenaries pass through my bar daily. Some are quite loyal as well who could use a little extra work.”

A sharp inhale was afford from the Paladin as she leaned back in her chair and laced her fingers above her stomach, “Hand the family name over?” She scoffed, “You reach too high Kaevia.”

“Not high enough.”

“Your father would roll over in his grave if he had one.”

“–and he would trust me all the same because I am his daughter. Was it not I who kept Oathguard afloat during his illness and before Rethandus took the charge? I can do this. What is more is cousin Paltiel and Uncle Altherian still hold their shipping and trade within their House, Dalin’thar and Sun’rael could be more of a boon to one another this way than ever before.”

Covaya licked the center of her lips and a hand passed over her chin as silence found her. She was of course, thinking, taking the time to ponder the situation, “You will anger a lot of people. I will anger a lot of people if we decide to do this Dalah’surfal…”

“They will learn to get over it. I refuse to watch the Sun’rael name be bent into submission and ruin because of another’s folly nor to take the blame for the wrongdoing of another; it being Father or not.”

Covaya’s fingers splayed out from her face when she shrugged, “Fine. I will make my way to the registry today. I will send word to the other family members including your Uncles about the plans moving forward and I will ensure to dismiss my household and place the estate up for sale.”

“I’ll see to it that Silvia starts to prepare rooms for you and Arden.”

“Appreciated, though….Kaevia I must ask, does Whitstan stay with you?”

“From time to time. I suspect he doesn’t overstay his welcome in fear of being too imposing or trying to come off as if though he is inserting himself into the family.”

“And you love him?”

There was a long silence from the Priestess and she glanced down to place the scroll she had been holding down beside her mother’s books, “Yes though it is a different kind of love that I don’t expect others to understand. He has stood with me through a lot. He seems to care and some days I see sparks of life in him and others I am reminded of why he is what he is.”

“You do know that him being in your life is going to make it harder for you to keep claim to Matriarch since you cannot continue to produce children due to him being a Death Knight? By that alone, some would already dismiss you because of their distrust.”

“All the more reason to prove them wrong. Furthermore, I have my children and he has Jaeras before his undeath. I believe if we cared for more adoption is always an option.”

“But they won’t be biological.”

“Then I suspect adaptation will be on the rise.”

With an overt sigh, Covaya rose from her desk and wandered the room for the sake of stretching her legs, “I’ll make a trip into Orgrimmar tomorrow and gather the blueprints and schematics that we had prior to our trip into Draenor, I suspect Pixxie will be tickled pink to fill her pockets again.”

“Of course. If there is anything I have learned is that there is never peace for long.”

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