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"What… what are you talking about, champion?"

"It does," he admitted. "But I’ve had worse."

"What are you going to do? Haunt me?" He stood, dropping Frostmourne slowly to his side. "I’m sure the little wouldn’t mind an old friend of Daddy’s dropping by, would he?"

"I will slay you where you stand before you get to Anduin."

"Nothing," he said quickly, shoving the papers hastily into a drawer and blocking it defensively. "Nothing at all."

"What… what are you talking about, champion?"

"It does," he admitted. "But I’ve had worse."

"Worse, Varian?" he whispered, bringing the blade underneath his chin, "are you sure about that? Shall I ask little Anduin for confirmation, seeing as you won’t make it long enough to tell me yourself?"

"Stay away from him." His voice trembled and broke as soon as the words fell from his mouth. "Stay away from him!"

"That’s not how you use it…"

Varian rolled his eyes at the prospect of another humiliating loss at that dreadful game, but he conceded with a bright grin. “Certainly. Perhaps the practise would do me well.”

Varian smiled to himself as an enthusiastic Anduin pulled him down the empty halls; he couldn't help but be reminded of when his son was so much younger and smaller. It didn't feel like too long ago he had to chase him down the same halls when he first learnt how to walk. Strange.

Varian sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose out of partial frustration. Still, he wasn’t exactly surprised by this outburst - confused, If anything. “I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand what you are referring to,” he mumbled wearily, giving the prince a rather blank look.

"I do quite enjoy a challenge."

Varian sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose out of partial frustration. Still, he wasn’t exactly surprised by this outburst - confused, If anything. “I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand what you are referring to,” he mumbled wearily, giving the prince a rather blank look.

He thought for a brief moment, before slipping an eager grin onto his face. “Perhaps we could see how well you fare against me,” he beamed, looking strangely enthusiastic. “If you would like, of course.”

Varian rolled his eyes at the prospect of another humiliating loss at that dreadful game, but he conceded with a bright grin. “Certainly. Perhaps the practise would do me well.”