OK SO UMM WTF LOR'THEMAR AND THALYSSRA GOT MARRIED?????
so for context I had a World of Warcraft OC (Lunastrasza) who I shipped with Lor'themar for years, basically wrote my whole fanfic around their relationship, and now that Lor is canonically married to Thalyssra...welllll....
Decided to write some angst ;u; sorry Luna
warnings: umm none really? mainly just like a breakup
It had been a while since Lor’themar had told her the news. In the years that had passed since their separation, Lunastrasza had agonized over his reasoning as to why they had gone their separate ways. Everything had seemed so perfect, from the beginning. They had been best friends in every way, so deeply in love with one another it was painful.
He had said it was because their lives had become too different and too difficult to navigate, his duties as regent lord taking most of his time, hers as dragonprincess keeping her away from Silvermoon, often for months at a time. In the rare bits of time they had been able to see each other, little to no words had been exchanged, often times just a small smile or a quick, breathless kiss before they had to be pulled away once again.
Lunastrasza knew he had a point, when he brought up what had been happening, but there was something else, too. Lor’themar had been in close conversations with First Arcanist Thalyssra of Suramar, and even Grand Magister Rommath had joked about the chemistry the two had. Thalyssra was a beautiful, kind, driven woman, dedicated to her people and their safety above all else. In the few times Luna had met her, she had noticed the way the First Arcanist and Lor’themar glanced at each other.
Luna had shrugged it off, played it off as something simple, that they merely were just getting along well because they were so much alike.
But it was when Lor’themar pulled Luna into his office to discuss their relationship, she knew.
Hearing him say that he felt they were no longer in a relationship of any sort, that they had grown too far apart, crushed Lunastrasza’s heart. But Luna knew it was also because his heart was being pulled in a different direction. When he was around Thalyssra, he was lighter, his smiles wider, his eyes softer. It was a side of him that Luna hadn’t seen for decades. She just wished she could have been the one to make him that happy again.
As much as Lunastrasza wanted to fight for their relationship, she knew it was no use. She had left Lor’themar’s office feeling hollow in her chest, tears pricking her eyes, her throat tight. Lor’themar had been her first love, they had been through so much together through the years, and yet here they were, drifting away from one another. She had endured nightmares about this and now that it had happened, the pain was so great she felt numb.
She rarely, if ever, went into the city anymore, instead sending her handmaidens for errands. She didn’t want to risk running into him and feeling all that heartbreak once again. She just prayed that Thalyssra made him happier than she did, as much as it pained her to think of.
Then she got the invitation.
It had been early one morning when a knock came at the door of the estate. Luna heard her handmaiden, Ansuja, allowing the visitors inside and showing them into the foyer. A pang of shock went through her spine when she suddenly heard Lor’themar’s voice echoing through the halls. She didn’t want to see him. She didn’t know how she would react upon seeing him, didn’t know how he would react upon seeing her. But she still slowly stood and made her way through the halls to the foyer of her home, where her former lover stood, still as handsome and glorious as a proud eagle on his perch.
To her surprise, he had come alone.
Lor’themar stared at her for a moment, clearing his throat as he nodded. “Luna, it’s…been awhile, hasn’t it?”
It took every ounce of restraint on Luna’s part to keep from spilling her emotions out in one giant ramble. Swallowing, she nodded, not meeting his eyes. “Yes. I’ve…been busy.”
It was a lie, she had been nothing of the sort lately, but she didn’t want him to know that she had been purposefully avoiding going into the city out of fear of seeing him.
He nodded again, brows furrowing. “You’ve been well, I hope?”
Lunastrasza chewed her lip. “Y—Yes. You too?”
“Yes, I’ve been great. That’s…actually why I’m here.” He reached into his pocket and produced a small, gilded card.
Luna’s heart sank into the pit of her stomach. She knew what it was before he even had a chance to speak, yet still took it from him with trembling fingers. Opening the card, she read the contents and her suspicions were proven correct.
Lor’themar and Thalyssra were getting married.
“I know…I know we didn’t exactly…end on the best terms, Luna,” Lor’themar said, rubbing the back of his neck. “But it would mean a lot to me if you would come.”
Luna was at a loss for words, she didn’t know what to say. Several moments of silence passed between the two, the only sound the very distant noise of Ansuja cooking in the kitchen.
“Luna?” Lor’themar ventured. He had noticed the look on her face.
Taking in a deep breath, she finally replied: “I’ll have to see if I can make it that day.” Her golden eyes were downcast.
Lor’themar took a step forward, unsure of what to say. He knew that him even being there must have been difficult, but he had wanted to deliver the card in person.
“…Does she make you happy?” Luna asked softly, her eyes finally meeting his.
“Yes. She does.” The regent lord replied.
“…Good. That’s…that’s good. I’m glad.” Luna said, feeling the inevitable tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
Lor’themar lingered for a moment, before nodding. “…I’m…sorry for barging in on you like this. You must be busy, so…I should go.”
As he turned to make his way to the door, he heard, in a small voice behind him: “I really loved you. More than anything. Maybe I still do. But…what I want more than anything is for you to be happy. And if that means…me not being a part of your life anymore…then that’s alright.” Lunastrasza sniffed, wiping at her eyes. “You were my best friend, Lor.”
Lor’themar’s shoulders stiffened, and he exhaled heavily. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, his one green eye glinting slightly. “I loved you, too, Lunastrasza. But…I cannot deny what I feel for Thalyssra.” He paused. “…Sometimes things are not meant to be.” He turned and walked out the front door of the estate, shutting it softly behind him.
Luna nodded, the card still in her hand. She knew that as much as it hurt, she had to let him go.