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"The Boyfriend"

Continue the tale Dear Prince Dandelion here!

Quest Objective: Prepare the perfect first date.

Bonus Objective: Choose the most romantic location on Azeroth!

— MOUNT HYJAL —

“Cheers to our courtship,” My glass of Pandaren Plum wine clinked against Anduin’s.

“Cheers,” He smiled into his glass.

My eyes rose to the canopy of leaves above dyed gold from the bleeding sunset as I took a sip. A picnic at Mount Hyjal seemed like a fun “official” first date. Faerie dragons serenaded one another from branch to branch. A magical mist of stardust hovered over the lavender lake that replaced the first Well of Eternity.

“I’ve never been here before. It’s beautiful,” Anduin leaned back on his elbows. The silken blanket beneath us rippled despite the pillows piled on one side to keep it in place.

“It is. No wonder Ysera preferred here to Northrend,” I said, thoughts drifting to the Dreamer.

“Did you know her well?”

I shrugged and set down my glass on the picnic basket. “She used to join my family’s poker nights. She made mojitos for everyone…I miss her.”

The balcony where she used to stand, weaving magic in the air, was empty. My chest tightened at her absence.

“Did Alexstrasza ever join? I noticed she didn't sit with your family when we met in Pandaria,” Anduin noted politely.

My gaze traced the lip of the lake before us. The surface shimmered like the transparent cloak Alexstrasza used to wear. My time with her at Wyrmrest Temple was (trips to Stratholme aside)...strange. Alexstrasza asked for stories of Outland and my mother. When I asked for stories of Azeroth, the conversation turned…evasive. Alexstrasza would avoid the topic of my mother like an unpleasant rumor. That rift never repaired, despite all she had done to remedy us.

“Not really. I always felt as if there is something that Alexstrasza is hiding.” I admitted.

“Sounds like you when we first met,” Anduin chuckled to himself.

“Was I that bad?”

“It was more like a rogue. Now, you just seem more like you—if that makes any sense.” With a hesitant hand, Anduin reached out and tucked a stray hair behind my ear.

The sun now slept. The flora of the forest casted a dim glow; giant flowers and mushrooms bathed our skin blue. Faerie dragon wings whispered as they frolicked in the shadows.

“Are you cold?” I asked as Anduin sat up, pulling his knees to his chest.

I opened my arms. Anduin slid between my legs and leaned against my chest. Lavender melted the air.

“I didn't know much of Kael’thas when you first told me he was your father.”

My body stilled. I hadn't realized that my confession in Stormwind was the first time I admitted to Anduin who my father was. He hadn't reacted much; when he claimed I was royalty, I thought he knew. Perhaps he meant my maternal family.

“I heard of him from Velen and Liadrin. When I heard of him in the past, I always focused on the Sunwell—I wondered if it had any connections to the Naaru.” Anduin admitted.

“And?”

“I’m curious. What was it like on Outland with him and Illidan…?” In the silence that followed, Anduin apologized. “I’m sorry. If you don't wish to speak of it—”

“It’s…complicated.” I said, relieved Anduin couldn't look at my face as I spoke of the following.

“When my father came to Outland, he nearly reconciled with my mother—but I think she did so more for my sake than her own. The affair happened not long after.”

Anduin peeked up at me. “The affair?”

“My father betrayed Illidan by joining Kil’jaeden. But Kael’thas tried to convince Illidan of his loyalty—or maybe he did care for him, I don’t know…”

“Kael’thas…and Illidan?”

“Yes.”

“And your mother remains on Outland…”

“Yep. With my aunt who belongs in a psych ward.”

Anduin stiffened in my arms. “And yet you still remain close to Illidan? Enough to help him with Ar—with…his one hundred and sixty pounds of stupidity?”

My face caved into a smile. “You’re adorable. Yes. I don't know how we’ve remained so close…It could be our shared desire to thoroughly remove the threat of the Legion. He is very good at that.”

Or maybe we both represent a time long past that we will never get back.

My mind wandered back to my mother and her long silence. The affair wasn't pleasant. Perhaps it had more effect on her than I thought—that might’ve been the source of her quiet. It was doubtful that my aunt would ease things.

“Does that mean I finally win?” Anduin mused. “Have the Kaldorei finally proven themselves better saviors of the earth than dwarves?”

I laughed quietly. “Maybe. I guess you’re right.”

“What do I win?”

“Hmm…” My arms tightened around him as I thought of a reward.

The world around us was in slumber. Meadows of lilies swayed, their long necks tossing their petals to and fro. It’s a shame we spent so much time discussing darker subjects. I’m glad Anduin knows, but I had other plans for tonight…

I leaned into Anduin’s neck and pressed an experimental kiss there. He didn't move.

“I assume that by courting me you also agree to the… physical components.” My lips grazed his ear.

I placed another kiss on his jaw. Anduin’s adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. “What exactly does ‘physical components’ entail…?”

I turned his face towards mine with a finger under his chin. “Whatever you desire. Why don't you enlighten me?”

My lips pressed against his. It felt like my first kiss, the almost foreign feeling of my mouth moving against Anduin’s. Soft as lily petals caressing one another, stems intertwining, whispering seductive thoughts.

Anduin turned in my arms. My fingers scrambled for exposed skin, curling around his neck. His pulse was hot and throbbing beneath my touch—

Anduin moaned into my mouth. The desire to be soft and gentle burned beneath my craving for him.

Our positions changed; Anduin’s body was under mine. My tongue traced his lips. His hands clutched at my back as if holding on for dear life. Every inhale roused lavender.

My lips parted from Anduin’s to trail down his neck. Red spots blossomed across his skin. My teeth grazed his earlobe, “How far would you like to take this, Your Majesty?”

Pants escaped Anduin’s parted lips. The voice that answered was husky and aroused, “Whatever you see fit, my rose.”

Anduin’s labored breathing paused as my fingers drew a random design on the inside of his thigh. He jolted beneath my touch. My fingers traveled higher—

Wings flapped above us. A snarky retort disrupted the quiet. “For once, I am overjoyed by my lack of eyesight.”

I stilled. My face remained pressed against Anduin’s neck, holding my breath. Maybe if we’re quiet, he’ll just go away…

Anduin’s voice entered my thoughts. Are you sure you want to leave your hand there? I don't mind in the least, but—

Oh! Sorry!

Our bodies remained entwined. The cool breeze from his wings tousled my hair.

“If you plan to make me uncomfortable with this grand display of affection, let me remind you that the Den of Mortal Delights existed in the Black Temple. Don’t let me…dissuade you.”

I inhaled sharply. Speak of the devil. My breath flared against Anduin’s skin, “Perv.”

“The current circumstances would apply that title to you.”

I climbed off Anduin. We sat upright. I bit down to prevent a lot of nasty remarks from escaping. The one time he decides to do something parent-like! Just give me one hour alone with Anduin to sate this thirst—

Illidan landed before us. His nose crinkled in Anduin’s direction. “This is the boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

Illidan’s expression soured. “Blond men obsessed with bright objects are drawn to you like moths to an open flame.”

“And I could say the same to you.”

I imagined Illidan rolling his eyes beneath his blindfold. He couldn't see my hardened glare of contempt, but I continued to wear it.

“We need to speak. Alone.” Illidan said.

“Okay.” I placed my hand atop Anduin’s. “Please share your little gems of wisdom with us.”

No one moved for a long moment. Anduin’s eyes drifted to me, questioning whether I bluffed. I stared straight ahead, waiting for Illidan’s next move.

The demon hunter broke the silence first. “I prefer not to share this in front of Arthas the Second.”

“The boyfriend stays—and be nice!” I patted the blanket below us. “Join us.”

It was the most miserable I had ever seen Illidan as he took a step forward and kneeled on the silken ground. Nothing would be hidden from Anduin. I wouldn't tip toe around him as Alexstrasza did with me. Illidan was also an integral part of my family…and Anduin would have to get used to the craziness somehow.

“What I am about to share cannot be uttered by any other living mortal.” Illidan’s whisper was hushed by the shivering lilies.

Anduin and I exchanged a look. He inched closer to me and took my hand in his. We waited for Illidan to continue.

“Someone has released Sargeras from the Titans’ hold.”

A high pitched ringing noise deafened my ears. The world around us unfocused, lines blurring and brown filling my vision with a bright, bleeding red.

Anduin’s voice echoed from a faraway place. “How? Who released him?”

“I do not know. Whoever it is is mad enough to put the entire cosmos at risk.” Illidan’s words had an edge sharper than his warglaives.

The red was dissipating, but the voices around me traveled through water to my ears. My hand tightened around Anduin’s as I willed reality to return.

“Do you know where he is?” Anduin asked.

“No.”

Who could undermine the Titans? Why would they unleash the destroyer of worlds?

“Is the Legion returning?” Words finally forced their way from my dry mouth.

The last Legion invasion of Azeroth affected every life on the planet. Thousands had perished. Now it was worse. Now I had too much to lose.

Illidan’s claws curled into fists. “Whoever unleashed Sargeras must be found…and eliminated.”

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