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A Tale of Two Princes	By : coolwHip Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 3394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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((I know, I go on forever! :) But we're getting to the interesting parts finally. Not the sexy parts. Those will take a while yet. But first, le plot! Enjoy!))

Belorei stared nervously up at Sunfury Spire as he approached it with Jaela. He wanted to run back home and hide in his garden, go back to his old existence. Forget what Minn’da dreamed of… But he knew he could do this and he had promised himself he would do his best to make her proud. He sucked in air and puffed out his chest, raising his chin, trying to bolster his confidence.

“Don’t be nervous,” Jaela said with a sigh. “I’m sure he’s just curious to meet one of our new recruits – get the feel of what kind of people we’ve got defending Silvermoon. Sunwell, maybe you impressed him.”

‘I doubt it,’ Belorei thought wryly.

Belorei seriously wanted to throw up and run away. Had he done something truly offensive? Was that why Rommath had asked about his surname? So he could be found and punished?

He noted the guards eyeing him curiously as he walked back into the spire. Jaela seemed perfectly oblivious and was practically whistling at the prospect of getting addressed by the Ranger General.

“Ah,” Lor’Themar’s eyes shone. “Now the interesting business.”

Jaela looked surprised.

“Well thank you!” she grinned. “Glad to know our work is important to you!”

Lor’Themar chuckled and had the decency to look embarrassed.

“So this one here,” Halduron Brightwing raised an eyebrow and pointed at Belorei. “Is the heir of our Prince?”

Everyone was silent. Rommath actually slapped his palm to his face. Jaela slowly looked at Belorei and he cringed – he could practically feel her eyes singeing his skin.

“It seems you are surprised, Jaela,” Lor’Themar’s eyes shone with amusement. “We reveal our ah, ulterior motive for summoning you. I hope you can forgive us. But we have some questions for Belorei here.” His eyes settled on Belorei who was trembling and the Regent seemed to struggle with a corner of his own mouth for a moment. Rommath, meanwhile, was shaking his head at Halduron Brightwing who shrugged and mouthed 'What?'

Belorei looked up at what he’d said in confusion.

“But I am no heir,” he said. “Forgive me my Lord for speaking out of turn but I…I am not suitable to inherit the throne.”

“Why not?” Lor’Themar’s brows knitted together.

“I am…not legitimate sir,” he blushed. “That is why I use my mother’s maiden name, Morningdew.”

“Who told you this nonsense?” Lor’Themar’s voice was quiet and gentle and he surprised the youth by putting a hand on his shoulder.

“M-my mother sir,” Belorei said, staring up at him. How was it nonsense…?

“You are a legitimate heir, Belorei. You always have been. Your mother was married to the Prince.”

“What?” Belorei stared at him. “How…”

“Wait a minute!” Halduron raised a brow. “How do we know this boy is definitely the son of our Prince Kael’Thas? All we are going by is the words of Rommath here.”

“I told you,” Lor’Themar said. “The boy exhibits his face, look at him,” He reached forward and took Belorei’s chin in hand turning his face so that Halduron could look at him. Belorei turned a deep red, flustered at having his chin in a stranger's grip. Rommath leaned in and peered.

“That is our lord’s son,” the Grand Magister's eyes narrowed in thought. “He has Kael'thas's face – even looks like a younger version of him.”

“Mostly in the eyes there,” Brightwing murmured, gesturing at his own face. Belorei felt like something being examined for an arcane experiment.

“No, those are Ashtara’s eyes.” Rommath noted. “His brow is like our Lord's, however, and definitely his profile,” the Grand Magister grabbed Belorei's chin next, turning his head sideways. The young ranger sighed.

“How did no one notice you all these years?” Lor’Themar said after tugging Rommath's hand away and smiling apologetically. “We recognized you, though it took us a bit.”

“This still doesn't prove anything,” Halduron grumbled.

“Is this why you had me come up here?” Jaela muttered finally. Lor’Themar chuckled.

“Oh come now Jaela, you’re hardly busy.”

Jaela turned red and Belorei struggled not to smile. She glared at him again.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this.”

“I didn’t know! I mean…I knew who my father was but…my mother told me…that they never married,” his eyes became troubled. He looked up at Lor’Themar who was frowning.

“Why would she lie to me?” he said to the Regent Lord who shook his head.

“I must speak with Lady Ashtara.”

Hearing his mother referred to as a Lady seemed to prove too much somehow. Belorei found himself unable to breathe suddenly and he was gasping and blinking. He tried to speak.

“Uh oh,” Rommath said. “The boy doesn’t look so good-“

“Stand back and give him some air,” Halduron raised his arms, motioning Jaela back. She put a hand on his shoulder.

“Belorei?”

Belorei was staring up at Lor’Themar and trying to breathe. Lor’Themar waved a hand in front of his face.

“Young Sunstrider?”

Belorei felt himself sink slowly to the floor, the world around him growing dark.

Fortunately, Lor’Themar had caught the young man in his arms. When Belorei awoke, he was resting on some cushions, the Regent Lord kneeling beside him, looking down at him with that same serious face. It occurred to the younger elf that the Regent Lord’s face was not used to smiling and had Belorei not seen him smiling and laughing earlier, he would not have believed it possible. It made Belorei think of a wolf or some other wary creature. His eyes were the only thing that seemed to change expression and now they looked calmly down at Belorei with interest.

“Your mother is a liar,” was the first thing he said. He didn’t say it in an accusatory way. His tone was almost ponderous as if he were musing over the nature of existence. Jaela, kneeling on the other side of Belorei, gave the Regent Lord an annoyed look and Belorei had the feeling they must know each other from years before for how casually she spoke to him.

“We still aren't sure he's the right Belorei,” Halduron said. He and Rommath were standing behind Lor’Themar and Jaela.

“Sunwell, how many Beloreis with mothers named Ashtara Morningdew do you think there are?” Rommath snapped.

“She is afraid,” Lor’Themar said after a moment.

“Afraid? Of what?” Rommath sputtered from under the kerchief that covered his face.

“Us?” Halduron guessed.

“It is the only explanation that makes sense. She desires to protect her son.”

Halduron snorted. “That would be like Ashtara.”

Lor'themar's eyes widened. “That's right, she's your cousin! Why didn't you...” He frowned at Halduron who rolled his eyes.

“Until today I believed her dead.”

“Interesting,” Rommath was tapping his fingers along his chin, which was covered still by the bandana he wore. Belorei couldn't help but wonder why he covered his face. Was he disfigured? “Why does she wish to stop her son from taking his rightful place?”

“I don't think it's like that...” Belorei said, then he added nervously. “Sir.”

“You don’t have to be so respectful to him,” Lor’Themar’s eyes glimmered with amusement. Halduron smirked. Rommath narrowed his brows at Lor'themar.

The Regent Lord held the young man out a hand. Belorei slowly rose to his feet.

“Can you stand?” Jaela said.

“He is fine. He was merely overwhelmed by the truth,” Lor’Themar said. Belorei felt increasingly unnerved by how easily the Regent Lord was accepting him. Rommath was still eyeing Belorei with some doubt and Halduron kept opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something, probably comment on how they knew for sure again. The Regent put a hand on his shoulder.

“Belorei… you are the heir of our Prince Kael'thas. You understand what this means, don’t you?”

The youth looked up at Lor’Themar whose brows knit together at the anxiety in the young man’s eyes again.

“What does this mean?” he said, his heart pounding. “I mean…what will happen now?”

“Well…you'd become the next prince of course!” Halduron huffed as if it were obvious. “I think we should speak with Ashtara first though.”

“I will speak with her myself,” Lor’Themar said.

“I will have a summons written for her,” Rommath conjured parchment and a pen.

“No,” Lor’Themar raised a hand. “The youth and I will go and see her.”

“What? But we need you here, Theron,” Halduron frowned. “You can’t go traipsing across the country side on a visit!”

“This is business, Halduron. Not merely a visit. Surely you see this is important.”

“Why can’t she come here?”

“Yes, why not?” Rommath looked curious. Jaela seemed kind of awkward and uncomfortable about the conversation. Belorei felt bad for her – she had been summoned here not because of her needs to defend Silvermoon but for him.

“His mother will not come to Silvermoon on a summons from me. If anything, that will give her reason to panic. This woman is afraid. Her motivations are a mystery to us but this whole affair is strange. Her son’s identity is kept a mystery and she hides him away from those who might restore him to his throne one day.”

‘Restore him to his throne,’ Belorei thought. ‘My throne? I can’t sit on a throne!’

“Wait,” he said, looking up. “Sir…I am not suitable for any throne,” he shook his head.

Lor’Themar seemed amused.

“And why not?”

“He…he has not acknowledged me in years, sir. Prince Kael'thas, I mean.”

“He believed you dead. You and your mother.” Lor’Themar’s gaze turned to anger. “Your mother did him a great wrong in concealing your survival.”

“She has to have a good reason,” Belorei said, but he was speaking to the ground now, shaking his head. Lor’Themar was silent for a moment.

“Well!” Halduron Brightwing clapped his hands once, swinging them by his sides. “It seems we must attempt to contact our Prince somehow and inform him that his son lives.”

“I can do this. But first... a blood test would be in order,” Rommath said. Brightwing nodded.

“Exactly!” Then he frowned. “How can we do that without Kael'thas here?”

Rommath pondered. “Without Kael'thas' blood, we could still use Morningdew's. It would at least verify that he is her son. Then we administer a truth test and interview here. I would not want to send my Lord such news if we were not absolutely sure.”

“Sunwell,” Belorei said quietly and Rommath looked curiously at him. They were all watching him now.

“Is something wrong?” Lor’Themar said.

“No... I just can't really believe that it's true.” Belorei smiled a little, blushing. “That I'm...” he shrugged. “...going to be a prince.”

“We will go and speak with your mother first.” He turned to Rommath. “I wish to know this woman’s reason for hiding the heir of Kael’Thas and I think it best I speak with her personally.”

“Very well. Though I hope you will hurry. I would not want our Lord to wait for such news.”

“He is not waiting,” Lor’Themar said. “He will not expect such news.”

“Of course not,” Rommath said quietly, his own eyes softening. “Yet if it is true, I'd like to get him the news as soon as possible.”

The words unexpectedly caused Belorei’s eyes to sting. Why…why had his mother lied to him? He felt a deep, rushing anger at her, but it went contrary to his love for her and confused, he shook his head.

“I don’t understand,” he said. “Why would she lie?”

“We will find out,” Lor’Themar put a hand on his shoulder. “Halduron. You take care of anything that comes up tonight. All other business is trivial compared to this.”

“Trivial!” Halduron seemed to choke. “What of our front on the Scourge? And what of the Ghostlands?”

“That is your business anyway,” Lor’Themar’s eyes glimmered again with amusement and a corner of his mouth twitched. “You are the Ranger General, are you not?” He pulled Belorei along with him. Jaela was sagging, looking dejected. Belorei stopped the Regent Lord, his guilt not allowing him to ignore her.

“Sir…what about Ranger Jaela?”

Theron looked to Jaela. “What was it you needed?”

“More weapons,” she looked up hopefully.

“Brightwing, get this woman and her rangers some weapons. Come, Belorei.” Theron then turned and led the young heir out of the former palace. Halduron Brightwing groaned and rolled his eyes, a hand raising to his forehead as if he felt a migraine coming on.

Meanwhile, Rommath watched them leave, eyes almost glimmering though with what emotion or thoughts, Belorei couldn't be sure.
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