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"Brrr!" Akirlia shivered as she and Anduin made their way back into Ironforge, after a day of exploring the world outside of the Dwarf capital, taking in the sights, experience the snowfall, and playing with the small animals that lived in the frigid conditions, Akirlia threatening to take a snow leopard cub back with them, though as its mother approached, they found it safer to leave it be.

"Cold doesn’t normally bother me," she mused, rubbing her hands together, attempting to warm them as the King walked beside her, reaching for her freezing hands, taking them in his own. "But this cold is more than I’ve experienced." Stepping into the warmth of Ironforge, the Draenei unwrapped her scarf a bit as they walked, finally feeling at ease as the temperature rose around them. As they walked to their room, dwarves bowed respectfully to the King and his Lady, and human and Draenei nodded their heads in greeting to each and every man, woman, and child as they passed, smiles plastered to their faces.

Finally in the peace of their room, Anduin began to shrug himself out of his winter clothes, his blue hues wandering to Akirlia, who rid herself of her own, watching as more and more of her beautiful, blue skin appeared to his eyes, a smile crossing his lips. Pulling his shirt over his head, he slyly strode over to his beloved, his hands slipping under her shirt, a surprised jump escaping her as his cold hands touched her warm skin. Peering over her shoulder, noticing the expression upon Anduin’s face, she grinned, a soft laugh escaping her as he eased her out of her shirt.

"My King, we’ve just only gotten back," she mused, the tone of her voice playful. "Shouldn’t we have a bit of time to warm ourselves up?" Though despite her words, she allowed her shirt to come off, feeling lips press themselves against her spine, causing her to shiver in delight, a smug smile crossing Anduin’s features, his hands wandering down her waist to rest upon her hips.

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Even as Queen, it didn’t stop Akirlia from being plagued with the nightmares which had always haunted her soul.

Anduin had been awake already when Kir had woken up, screaming, and the Draenei, in a panic, had fled the room, unable to bare her beloved’s concerned gaze upon her as she cried tearfully. That hadn’t stopped Anduin from following her, however, and soon he found her upon a balcony, her elegant form shaking, her tail twitching nervously back and forth as her shining gaze found the stars.

Her ear twitched as she heard him approach, and a small, sad smile crossed her lips before she sighed, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, my love,” she murmured, unable to meet his eyes. “I didn’t want you to see me like that…I…” Not a moment had passed and the King held his Queen in his arms, cradling her gentle, feeling the wetness of her tears upon his shoulder.

"Dry your tears, Kir. I vowed in front of the entire Kingdom that for better or for worse, I would be by your side. Through anything, Kir. And I’ll be with you now as you fight the night terrors." Her arms wrapped around him as she brought him into her embrace, nuzzling him tenderly.

Rain, a torrential downpour fell upon Anduin and Akirlia as they ran through Stormwind City, unable to contain the giggled as they attempted to keep themselves dry. It had been a lovely day, sitting in the courtyard, though without worry of anyone starting any rumors. Anara was gone and Anduin was fully and completely Akirlia’s, and word flew across the shining city at the King’s sudden happiness, and of the strange, Draenei woman who had one his heart.

Today was no exception.

They had been in the courtyard, watching the young children begin their training in their chosen paths. Akirlia stood from a distance, watching the King interact with the precious kids, warming her heart and bringing a smile to her lips to see Anduin in such a situation. He did so well with kids, and she could only imagine he would want several of his own. Her mind went off, imagining it, before she suddenly felt a tug on her leg, looking down to see a little girl, eyes wide in wonder, as she gazed upon Akirlia.

“‘Scuse me, miss,” she said, softly and timidly as her hands wrung together. “Are you the King’s girlfriend?” Akirlia’s cheeks had darkened in a blush as she knelt, allowing the girl’s hands to take her own, feeling small fingers trail over the back fo her blue hand, as though she was some sort of amazing creation.

"I think you should ask him that, yourself," she encouraged with a smile. "Go on." The little girl looked from Akirlia to Anduin and back, her own face reddening in a blush before she shook her head, reddish curls bouncing about her face.

"No, miss, I can’t do that…because…" Her eyes darted around, searching for any eavesdroppers before leaning in close to the Draenei’s ears. "I think he’s really cute and I just didn’t want you to hate me because everyone says the King loves you and you’re so nice." She refused to meet Akirlia’s eyes as the Draenei smiled warmly.

"Here’s a little secret," she whispered back, searching for the girl’s eyes. "I think he’s really cute too, and we can talk about how really cute he is together, if you’d like." The girl’s eyes widened and glowed as she nodded furiously before Akirlia sent her off to talk to Anduin, herself.

And then, it had started to rain. 

Thunder roared and lightning crackled as the rain came down, and the pair made sure to get the children completely to safety before they returned to the castle themselves. Nearly upon the steps, fingers interlocked with each other, Anduin pulled Akirlia back, twirling her about before wrapping his arms around her waist, giving her the puppy-eyed look that she couldn’t resist.

"Why rush, Kir?" he asked with a smile. "We’re already both drenched, and if I do say so myself, I love seeing you in wet clothing." He chuckled lightly as she affectionately punched him, though a moment later, he had pulled her in for a kiss, rain still pouring down upon them as Kir wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her tail swishing happily back and forth as she returned the motion.

12: Chest Kiss

Akirlia laid in bed, nuzzling Anduin’s neck affectionately. It had been a long day for them both, what with dealing with the wearisome advisors and the wretched Anara, Akirlia and Anduin had sought each other’s company more than they had before. He had crept into her room that night, knowing well that she avoided all sorts of publicity since the incident which she had struck the shrew the week before. She needed him, that he knew, but he needed her much more than she could ever know.

"Kir?" His voice was a soft whisper as he gave her a squeeze, glancing down upon her peaceful features. Her eyes fluttered open, falling upon his orbs of deep blue, her brows furrowing upon the expression they wore. Worry, despair, frustration. Each emotion was visible to Akirlia even though he did his best to keep her from worrying.

"What is it, Anduin?" she asked, her voice soft, warm, encouraging him to speak as he needed to.

"I don’t know how much more of this I can handle," he admitted, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair. "They’re eating me alive, and for what? I don’t even know if the subjects like me as their leader. I don’t know…"

"Anduin Wrynn," Akirlia said, shifting herself in the bed, her face hovering inches from his. "I know they love you. I hear the whispers as I walk through the kingdom. You are their pride, and they are proud." He made to protest, but she silenced him with a kiss, trailing from his lips downward, placing one upon his chest, directly over his heart.

(( Drabble set in the King!Verse a companion piece to extraterrestrialmonk's drabble about King Anduin arranging a ball to celebrate peace between the Horde and Alliance And Shanarra's drabble about Illidan and Shanarra at said ball. ))

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Akirlia sighed.

Another day without seeing him. Another day without sneaking around the halls, of Stormwind itself, without the king by her side. It pained her to no end to be away from Anduin for so long, though she understood that he had his duties he needed to perform. It didn’t at all help that Anara did what she could to keep them apart. 

Placing her hand on the door handle of her room, she pushed it open, beginning to shrug out of her armor as she closed it behind her. She couldn’t wait to plop onto her comfy bed and sleep the night away, leaving all her stress outside of her room door.

As she began to remove her shirt, her eyes finally settled upon the bed, her lips curving into a smile.

Anduin was there, a rose in his mouth and a pillow conveniently covering his manhood. She folded her arms across her chest, nibbling upon her lip as her silvery eyes fell upon his of shining blue, a sheepish smile upon his features.

Taking the rose from his mouth, twirling the flower between his fingers, he said, “It pains me not to see you as often as I wish I could, Kir. But you know how things go…” He shrugged, still looking apologetic as he placed the rose on the bedside table, opening his arms to her. “I wanted to make it up to you,” he continued. “Would you care to join me?” Her lips curved into a smile as she dropped her pants, pulling her shirt over her head, clad in nothing but her black, lace lingerie, and nearly launched herself toward the bed.