#lilsen

Senladis sunk into the armchair in the suite that he and his love had taken residence in. He gazed softly over to his now sleeping wife as he thought about the events of the day.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have gone to Suramar.” he said softly to himself. “Perhaps then....” He said before the tears came back.

Lilthessa had lost their child, there was no denying the fact. Blood and pain do not lie in this. Senladis began to cry, keeping his wails quiet as to not wake the woman he so desperately needed to be strong for.

But how could he be strong when he himself was broken at this tragedy. 

His mind raced through what he could have done, he could have sent her back to Silvermoon despite her protests, ordered Arlo and Chef to keep her there. She would have been far away from the dangers of the isle, and the corruption of the Legion. 

Still, the little bit of research he got to do in Suramar did prove fruitful there was a chance that the solution he sought dwelt in the Nightfallen’s ability to survive so far away from their Nightwell. 

One thing was for certain, after all this was over they would try again. Try to raise a family, try to put the pieces back together. But for now, the Legion would feel the wrath of his heartbreak. After all, they were the cause of this tragedy.

Senladis sighed as he pulled on his robes, robes he had not worn in over a year, robes that symbolize a time in his life he both was ashamed of and proud to look back on.

As he dressed he thought back on the past few days, getting the call to war, meeting with the others he would serve upon the Broken Isles with, and of course telling his love. Lilthessa was shocked, heartbroken even, at the thought of him going to the conflict with the Legion, but at least she understood. He looked over to the bed where she slept knowing he would need to wake her before he departed to Dalaran, and then who knows where Alucius would have them head. All he knew is yesterday could have been the last day he spent with his family. He stared into the mirror as tears rolled down his face.

He was terrified. Terrified that he wouldn’t come back to them, that the future child that grew inside his wife would grow up without a father. He knew Arlo would care for them when he was gone, knew he was just a portal away, but he also knew it wasn’t likely that he could leave the front and go to Dalaran to meet them, let alone all the way home to the manor. He was so scared. Going to war in Northrend didn’t even scare him like this did, after all now he had so much to lose, so much to live for. Northrend, that was a front he went to hoping to die.

Senladis sighed a bit as he moved over to the bed, giving his wife a soft kiss and stirring her from her sleep.

“Is it time already?” She asked sleepily as she woke, knowing it was well past midday as they had been up most he night, savoring what time they had. Even Eleniel got to stay up later just to spend a bit more time with him.

Senladis sighed a bit. “Sadly, Lilthesa it is.” He said as he kissed her again, his lips meeting hers with the deep passion they had come to feel between one another.

She started to weep, tears streaming down her face.“ You promise.” She said pushing her hands into his chest. “You promise to write every chance you can and get back home to me safely.” She managed to voice between her sobs.

“Of course.” He said simply, holding back his own tears now, he had to be strong for her. He stood slowly, leading his wife to Eleniel’s room before creeping in, giving the child a soft kiss and hug. The child did not wake, which is probably for the best. She didn’t quite understand how truly tragic this could end up being, and Senladis hoped that someday she would be grateful.

He gave one last kiss as the door to his wife. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He said managing a smile.

“Not soon enough.” Came her response before she turned, unable to bear his departure.

Senladis stepped outside, pulling the scroll from his robe and inscribing the runes upon it. He took a deep breath; chanting and drawing on the magics within him, arcane magic began to swirl up from the ground surrounding the man and with a final release and tear in his eye, he was swept off to Dalaran, and a new chapter in his life.