#senmad

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.