Lor’Themar worked tirelessly from the command tent, trying to mobilize his forces and prepare what ships he could spare. The report had only come in that morning about the Alliance fleet making landfall near the northern edge of Tirisfal Glades, and without reinforcements, the Undercity would surely fall.
“This is madness.” He yelled, “Once they are done sacking that hell-hole, we will be next!” he spoke through gritted teeth, throwing the report down to the floor. As it hit the ground, a sudden flash overwhelmed Lor’Themar. He blinked, trying to refocus his vision into the dark room ahead of him. As the haze began to lift, a familiar woman now stood before him.
“Proudmoore…” he snarled, taking his sword by the hilt, “If you have come to spirit me away to some prison, I won’t go without a fight.”
Jaina clenched her fist around her staff, “No, I came here for a favor.”
Lor’Themar loosened his hilt, shock turning to curiosity, “A favor?”
Jaina leaned onto the table, making sure to put her staff far enough away to put the elf at ease. “As you likely know, Anduin has begun the siege of the Undercity. I knew you would prepare reinforcements. I want you to stop. Stay here in Quel’Thalas, and let that stinking wretch fall.”
Lor’Themar laughed, “Are you serious?”. Jaina shook her head, “I wouldn’t be here, putting myself at risk, if I wasn’t.”
“You ask me to commit treason.” Lor’Themar scolded, shifting his weight back to his chair, “Coming from you of all people, the one that imprisoned the Sunreavers for giving aid to the Horde. How hypocritical…”
Jaina sighed, “I promise that if you do this for me, the Alliance will not invade Silvermoon. We will leave you alone.”
Lor’Themar rubbed his chin before narrowing his eyes on the arch-mage, “A promise is meaningless. Leave this place, or try to attack me, I have too much work to do for these distractions.” Lor’Themar replied with a bitter annoyance.
Jaina grew frustrated, but as she began to lift her staff and prepare to flee, another idea crossed her mind. Though it pained her to consider it, she decided to attempt one more gambit.
“Tell me, Lor’Themar, how do you feel living in the shadow of Prince Kael’thas?” the arch-mage said boldly, the elf once again looking up from his maps with great annoyance, “How dare you…”
Lor’Themar once again reached for his blade, but Jaina continued, “What if I offer something Kael’thas always desired, something he ached for daily, but that was denied to him? You would have a taste of something that even your fallen prince never had.”
Lor’Themar raised a brow, “Go on.”
Jaina hesitated, “I speak, of course, of myself.”
Lor’Themar once again narrowed his gaze. He had heard rumors of the former quel’dorei prince and his utter infatuation with the human mage, back when she was but an apprentice. “Are you offering…” he began to ask, before hesitating himself. Jaina nodded, “Just… this once.”
Lor’Themar thought it over, a smile crossing his face, “How interesting. So my people get left off the kill list, and I get a night with Kael’s former crush? I might be willing to hit a few… unforseen snags in my preparation.”
Jaina winced, “How long will this give me?” she said sheepishly. Lor’Themar laughed, “For as long as you can keep me entertained this night.”
Jaina had a great urge to back out of the deal, but she knew it was the only way to assure the High King’s victory. “So be it.”
Lor’Themar nodded, before moving to the other side of the table and coming up close to the arch-mage. With a quick grab, he took her staff and threw it to the ground, before grabbing her by the hips and throwing her upon his command table. She looked away from him as he began to unbuckle her corset, “Take as long as you want, but please, don’t tell anyone…”
With another laugh, the elven ranger thought to himself, “Oh, Aethas is going to get a real kick out of this…”