This one shot has been stuck in my head for a while now, so I thought why not post it. Hope you like it!

It was a bright summer day in Stormwind when Melanie Murrick first woke up. The sun was shining onto the purple roofs of the mage quarter, a small breeze drifting from street to street and the sound of morning chatter echoing through its small corridors.

Normally this could have been a fantastic morning, but today was not that kind of day.

Melanie sighed as she made her way to the kitchen and started cutting up some fruit. She and Anduin had gotten into a fight yesterday, a big one. Usually that wouldn’t be so bad, every couple has their fights every once in a while, but last night they both went to bed angry and upset.

She doesn’t even understand why he had been so angry with her in the first place. Melanie always goes on missions like these. Kul Tiras is no exception. So why was he so adamant on her staying in Stormwind? Was it concern? Protectiveness? Anduin’s anger had baffled the druid, angered her even, but it confused her most of all. They have had their fair share of fights, but he has never been so short with her. So angry.

“You’re going to cut yourself if you’re not careful.” She could hear Anduin say, his voice coming from the stairwell.

Oh, he’s awake.

She smiled a little, unsure of what to do otherwise, as she looked at the breakfast she had been preparing. “Me? Cutting myself while cooking? That sounds more like you, your highness.”

“That’s fair, Murrick.” Melanie could hear him chuckle as he entered the kitchen. Her eyes were still focusing on the plate in front of her, trying to avoid the eye contact he was trying to make. She was still confused as to were they stood after last night, because they couldn’t just forget about the whole thing. It was too important for that. They needed to talk, but it seemed like neither of them really knew how to start that conversation.

It were Anduin’s arms wrapping around her waist that snapped Melanie out of her train of thoughts. She froze, the tension filled air thick around them, as he put his head in the crook of her neck and kissed it.

“I’m sorry.” The prince mumbled, holding her closer, “I shouldn’t have acted that way.”

“No, no you shouldn’t have.” Melanie said, her breakfast long forgotten, as she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Why did you? Why now?”

It was a simple question with a simple answer, but Anduin stilled nonetheless.

“I just-“ He began, but didn’t continue. For a moment the king was silent, pondering his words, before he picked Melanie up slowly and put her on the kitchen table, shoving the cut up fruit to the side, so they were eye-to-eye. He looked at her, his blue eyes meeting her hazel ones, as he continued. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re never going to lose me.” She said, softly, and put her hands on his cheeks. “Kul Tiras may be a more unfamiliar environment, but we’ve been through worse. You know that. Besides, I’ve been on so many more dangerous missions than this. I’ll be back before you know it. ”

“You know that’s exactly what my father said before he left for the Broken Shore?” He blurted out. His eyes were cast down, his hands tightening around her waist.

Melanie’s eyes softened. She knew that Anduin still had trouble with talking about his father. She could see it in his eyes when someone mentions him, the posture he takes on whenever he has to talk about him or even the way he avoids the subject in general. He just hasn’t had any time to mourn him properly, with being the King and all, and she could see it has been taking its toll on him.

“Anduin-“ She began, but got cut off.

“No just let me explain this, please.” He said and took her hands in his. “I love you so much it scares me sometimes, you know that?” He mumbled, staring deeply into her eyes. “And just the thought of you leaving me like my father did terrifies me. I know Kul Tiras isn’t the same thing, it’s a diplomatic mission, but I’m still scared that something might happen to you.” The King continued, letting out a sigh. “That’s why I had been acting so strange yesterday, because I’m getting paranoid. I know I shouldn’t have, and I’m sorry for that.”

Her heart melted hearing that and she put a hand on his cheek, forcing him took look back to her, and kissed him. It was a slow, loving kiss, one that she put all of her love into. He wrapped his hands around her waist and, as the kiss ended, pulled her in for a hug.

“I forgive you.” Melanie began whispering into his ear. “And I’m sorry for me not wanting to listen to you. I should have, because I do get it know. I have never experienced this kind of love before either and, I’m not going to lie, it scares me too sometimes. I can’t make any promises as to what will happen, you never know with the world we live in today, but I just want us to trust each other to always come back.” She said, determined, as she caressed his cheek ” I have and will always worry about you and, now that you’re king, I am more terrified then ever for you, but I trust you enough to always come back to me no matter what. I need you to do the same.”

Anduin looked at her with a certain sense of pride. He had never thought about the fact that she might be scared for him too. He was the king, many kings die, but the fact that she trusts him to always come back to her warms his heart more than she knows. As king he doesn’t really have a lot of people who trust him and just the way she does so unconditionally makes him want to do the same for her.

“I do trust you. I always did. I just want you to be careful, always.”