The Light's King

“You’re always welcome,” Arden states, just as quiet. The angel’s eyes closed as a non-physical pain stabbed in his chest. Oh, how this world seemed to tear apart at the seams so soon after a victory. Fate is cruel. “There is no need for apologies, I do not think any less of you now. More in fact.” He allows himself to smile just slightly. Arden pulls back just enough to look down to his friend, eyes just a bit wet. “Whatever you need of me, I am here. Always.”

Especially now. Anduin’s grief tangled with his own, the loss of many great men, including King Varian, weighted on him. He thinks sometimes—about what could he have done differently. Another way out. Arden believes this is part of what Anduin must be thinking of now. Maybe. 

“The future is always in motion.” Arden sighs.

     Quietly, Anduin regained his strength, gently pulling away from Arden. This moment of humility allowed him to let go of some of the tension he held in for Light knows how long, and he feels almost humbled by it. Once more he was ever grateful for the angel’s patience, but he needed to refocus on the tasks at hand.

     “The future is always in motion,” Anduin echoes, retrieving a handkerchief from his pocket. “You are right, Arden. I cannot thank you enough.”

     He’s quiet for a moment, staring back at the plans laid out on the table. Much to be done, much to discuss, but he must remind himself that he doesn’t have to do it alone. After taking a breath, he gathers his wits and puts back on the stern mask so reminiscent of his father’s.

          There is contemplative silence. It is an offer, an opportunity, he does not expect even when he should. If he can recall through the haze of hunger and emptiness, the Shadow can ghost the edges of his former life. Yes, this is what he would’ve done too, a lifetime ago.

          Is he a selfish creature for wanting to accept, for wanting to see a Stormwind unmarred by rot and ruin?

        “You would allow me inside the city. How can you trust me?”

          As soon as he poses the question, the Shadow knows his own answer; everything he seeks since his untimely death, it is to save the vestiges of what he cared about in life, to pry it from the rigid fingers of the Scourge.

        “I want to go with you. To Stormwind,” is his answer at last, his eyes narrowing at the wondering tone in his own voice, traitor of a thing that it is.

     “You and I, no matter our paths, are still one and the same. Of course I trust you. This is still your home.”

     His heart weighs heavy in his chest. What a strange thing it is to mourn his own loss, to feel for someone who is still him. He would need to meditate on this later, but for now, he had a duty to keep things intact and nurtured. The ill-fated prince deserved to see his home -- their home.

     And when he accepts, Anduin feels relieved, and he spreads his arms gently, beckoning for the other to follow.

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Without that the stern frown on the Halforcs face faltered for a single scond she stretched out the hand that was not resting on the hilt of her sword, lay it on the side of Anduins arm and pressed the man gently but nonthless firmly down on his heels again before she pulled back her hand with a polite clearing of her throat: “That is nothing a- “ child “-Outsider of the situation should see, Young Sir Wrynn.”

By Anduins question the Halforc pinned her ears back like a leery dog: “I am doing my work. The Lady Ellerian chamberlain pays me to  investigate.” Which meant that she was payed to find out who had clawed the farmers guts to the outside,shred this creature- or person, but Mar did not dared to even think that what lays behind her in the shadows could have been done by a person- to pieces with her sword and make sure the Lady Ellerian does not notice that the peace in the small village surrounding the small estate had been disturbed and the farmers did not dared to leave their houses at night anymore as if they were children afraid of the Night. Sometimes things had to be done hidden from other peoples eyes, to avoid certaine consequences like rumors. Sometimes one needed to be discreet, as Mar was payed to be. “The young Sir Wrynn and his family did not need to bother themselfs with this incident.”, Mar grunted sternly and looked up to the young King with to slits narrowed eyes: “You better return to the estate, young Sir Wrynn.”

      So she was in on what was happening. It could prove useful to him, to gather more information on the horrible rumors he was hearing of. But, it seemed he needed to somehow convince her to let him tag along, or at least see what had happened for himself.

     Though he had to admit, the longer he lingered here, the more uneasy he felt.

     “If it is my family that has commissioned you to investigate here, then I have even more interest in this place as well,” Anduin says firmly. “Something horrible has been happening in this town, and with the Light at my side, I cannot stand idly when I have the power to help.”

     He glances around warily again, desperate to know more on the situation, and hoping that they would not attract unwanted eyes to the barn. He’d heard the hushed whispers, seen the ‘Missing’ posters -- it did not sit well with him to ignore it and continue on as if nothing were amiss.