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“You know, Proudmoore, when I said it was up to you, I really didn’t expect you’d pick the worst thing imaginable.” Sylvanas left the sail and slumped down, grabbing a bottle of wine and taking a long drink from it.
Jaina laughed heartily and took over where Sylvanas had left off, hoisting the sail. “I’m trying to teach you, Windrunner,” she said, still laughing.
“I’m pretty sure this qualifies as torture,” Sylvanas replied, taking another drink and handing the bottle to Jaina.
Jaina grinned. “I’ll make a sailor out of you, yet.” She drank from the bottle and passed it back.
“Well, I’m on my way to being drunk, that’s about half of it, isn’t it?” She smirked wickedly.
“Pretty much,” came the amused reply.
Sylvanas grinned and looked around the sides of the boat. “You have water elementals, who even needs sails?”
Jaina frowned and wagged a finger at Sylvanas. “We are not going to be lazy, Windrunner. Now come on, there’s still more to do.”
“Working me to the bone, Proudmoore. I hope there’s a reward at the end of all this,” she said, quirking her eyebrow and grinning slyly.
“Oh don’t worry,” Jaina said. “When all is said and done, your reward will be knowing how to sail.”
Sylvanas clicked her tongue and stood to walk over to Jaina. “Not really what I had in mind, dear,” she whispered into her darling’s ear, wrapping her arms around the mage from behind.
Jaina chuckled and whispered to her love, “Don’t worry, there will be plenty of that, too.”
“Good to know,” Sylvanas said as she kissed Jaina’s neck.
Jaina squirmed away with a laugh. “Not now, we aren’t finished yet.”
Sylvanas spun Jaina around and captured the mage’s lips with her own.
Jaina pulled back after a bit and said, “All right, fine. I suppose we can take a little break.”
“Mhm,” Sylvanas murmured, kissing Jaina again and slowly walking both of them below deck.
***
It had been months since Sylvanas had left the Horde in Thrall’s more than capable hands and relations between the Horde and Alliance had changed almost overnight. After consulting with Aggra, as well as the remaining leaders of the Horde, Thrall had made the decision to step back in as Warchief.
As part of this, Thrall had told Sylvanas that she would no longer be leading the Forsaken. Sylvanas had been hurt, but she understood and knew that her people would be safe in the hands of Lilian Voss, whom Thrall had appointed.
Thrall had also allowed Sylvanas to stay within the Horde, but as a civilian and a soldier, if the need ever arose. She received a full pardon, her name clear, able to embark on a brand new life.
The changes had been for the better. The Horde was more united than they had been in years and the Alliance felt more at ease than they had in just as long. Tensions still existed among stragglers, but for the most part, the Horde and Alliance coexisted peacefully.
As a result, Jaina still retained her title and position of Lord Admiral, but the peace between the factions meant that she had more time on her hands than before, time to do frivolous things, like teaching her partner how to sail.
She was happy. It had been a long time coming. Her mother had been right, she had been through a great deal and she absolutely deserved to find happiness.
And found it, she had, in the most unlikely place, with the most unlikely person.
This, a long, beautiful life with the woman she loved, was going to be how it ended and she would not have it any other way.