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Illidan stormed back to his quarters. This was not what he needed right now. Somehow things had spiraled far beyond even his prodigious ability to control. What he had intended was a training session with his Lieutenant-a simple session meant to test her endurance and a lesson on how to control her emotions on the field of battle. He expected she would leave with a new respect for both him and herself when he showed her how to do so, but that is not what had happened. He never should have used the simulator; he should have fought her blade to blade from the start.

She was the one who had chosen to impale herself, but it was only because he couldn’t stop himself from pushing her, from watching her. He had been distracted by her the morning of the training-the memory of her from the day he had destroyed X’era, the image of her on her knees before him- her long raven hair flanking her face, her cheeks flushed from shame and frustration, and the flare of fel energy behind the purple cloth that covered her eyes. He should have simply done what most males would do when illicit thoughts such as those came to their mind, but he had decided to, instead, work off his frustrations with the training session. That is what had been his mistake.

Her delight when she saw they were going to be training together irked him but the playful tone in her voice when she attempted to be contrite in her mirth brought his earlier thoughts of her right back to the forefront of his mind. Sudden inspiration had come to him, and he realized how he would punish her for exposing his weakness, he would deactivate the combat inhibitors. However he had told the truth when he told Kisei that he would have left them on if he thought she needed them but he knew she didn't. Perhaps, instead of receiving a few minor injuries, she would experience what might actually occur on a battlefield, and gain a greater degree of caution. But she was never supposed to end up in her current state. This is where he had failed her.

She had thoroughly enchanted him somehow as he watched her fight the various demonic simulations. She flipped and twisted as she cut the demons down, she ran up the backs up the larger demons and plunged her blades into their skulls before lightly jumping off right before the fall. She was beautiful. He wanted to watch her longer, he needed to see more of this lovely creature he had in his ranks.

Rather than slow her down, each wound she received seemed to spur her on more and the pile of demon bodies would increase. She was fascinating, however she was beginning to become predictable. These demons were no match for her but a demon with a mind of its own would make short work of her. He would need to intervene. He would need to shut the simulation off and instruct her himself.

He shook the unbidden thought from his head of them ‘sparring’ in a more intimate setting- he needed to concentrate. He could not afford to let down his Lieutenant in the field by not instructing her properly because he was distracted. He could not let another woman consume his thoughts and cloud his emotions, not again.

The very image of Tyrande invading his thoughts again angered him and he began to get overly aggressive in his sparring with her. It seemed that the lesson he had been trying to impart about blind trust had hit her a bit too hard when he shattered her blades and she came at him with a look that was pure death and the beauty of it nearly took his breath away. So distracted was he that she was able to score a cut on his leg. He needed to pay attention. He summoned his warglaives and began to attack her back.

She seemed to be furious at the destruction of her blades and her attacks became more aggressive and more relentless. He needed to re-take control of the situation, of himself. Launching a few retaliatory attacks and pressing her back he spoke the words of arcane magic, he was going to test her. He watched her mind work as she assessed the mirror images of himself, when she took a step towards one of the images he was disappointed but relieved. He was disappointed that his Lieutenant was not as bright as he had given her credit for-perhaps he had promoted her too soon, but relieved that she would not consume his thoughts any longer. She was not the siren he was making her out t--she stopped and backflipped behind him landing a gash in his shoulder. While he had been being grateful he did not have a new woman to consume his thoughts she had merely been feigning ignorance in order to catch him off guard. It was a simple trick that he would have used himself.

He needed to stop this training immediately. His inner demon was screaming at him to cut her down, to make her submit. He had to end this training but the demon in him was making it impossible. His inner demon whispered all of the ways that he could make this Illidari surrender-some violent, some sexual, but before he could internally debate any of them he felt a deep gash in his bicep and looked down and there she was. His last thought before he realized what she had done was that she was stunning. Then everything stopped when he saw the blood trickle from her mouth.

The sight of blood trickling from her mouth was burned into his mind. Every time he closed his eyes he saw it.

He saw the look of sheer terror on her face as the blade was plunged into her abdomen.

No, he thought to himself, that was not the look she had. She had looked satisfied, if in pain. But why did he keep seeing that look of horror upon her features? Then he remembered. It had been on her face when he had confronted that upstart Tauren. He had pushed Illidan into a rage, had goaded him into losing his temper! His own soldier was terrified of him because of that Tauren! And worse, that fool still had not managed to heal her, either because he was incompetent , or because he was trying to prove his threat by not treating her.

Either way, he had had enough! That tauren would rue the day he met Illidan. He left his quarters and started toward the infirmary.

"You appear distracted of late, Lord Stormrage. Off to see the wounded lieutenant again? Do give her my regards” a taunting voice said from his side; a voice he had no desire to hear, now or ever.

The look on Illidan’s face changed almost instantly from determination to absolute irritation. He was not interested in playing any games at the moment especially with this one.

"For one who used to claim the title of Blind, Altruis, you see far more than is pertinent."

What was Altruis suggesting? He had said ‘again.’ Was Altruis’ monitoring his coming and goings with the Lieutenant? For what purpose?

"And you understand less than what you see. Do not forget your duties to the war or the Illidari."

Ah. Altruis was suggesting that he had been spending far too much time in the infirmary with the Lieutenant.

Illidan continued walking, giving no response-he had no time for this idiot's mind games. Woe to anyone else who stood between him and his quarry.

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“Lord Illidan, please” Larienel attempted to calm his fury against Kisei. He was in a rage worse than he had been before. She wondered what happened to set him off again or if he had ever settled down to begin with. He had been kind to her when he had left before maybe he would listen to her now.

Illidan paused for a moment, acknowledging he heard her but he gave no response, didn’t even turn towards her, just went immediately back to berating Kisei with no sign of letting up anytime soon. Kisei, for his part, wasn’t able to get a word in edgewise such was Illidan’s wrath.

Illidan had completely dismissed her without even a word. This was out of character for him. It wasn’t like him to ignore his Illidari, especially his personal advisors so she knew that she should keep her mouth shut, but she couldn’t in this instance. Kisei had taken very good care of her, and though Illidan was her master, she couldn't let any accusations against Kisei's competence stand, even his.

She knew he would be furious with her for ignoring his unspoken order-he had always told his Illidari to question everything, but there was a line that they were all forbidden to cross; Illidan would never suffer any of them to question either his authority or a direct command.

Larienel understood this. A commander must maintain authority over his troops if they were to respect him as their leader. She had seen several Illidari berated and castigated harshly for directly challenging his authority, but that had primarily been at the beginning when he had first created them and they didn’t know how to control either themselves or the demon inside. She had been there since shortly after the first Illidari were created and in all her time of service she had only seen him use physical violence on any of them perhaps once or twice, and truth be told, in her opinion, they had absolutely deserved his backhand.

This, of course, did not mean that he would never subject any of them to physical punishments. She had never stopped being impressed at how his mind worked-each punishment he doled out was well thought out-she had no idea how he managed to do it on the spot, but each punishment was always designed to impart a valuable lesson. Illidan had never been able to abide by half measures- he saw no purpose in punishing people for the simple fact that they had done something wrong-he wanted them to learn from their mistakes and come away with it having learned something new that would improve either themselves or their combat skills.

She steeled herself internally and put a hand on his arm “Master, please, he has done nothing to earn your wrath. It is not his fault I have not improved. As he said before this wound is completely unknown to him. If you wish to admonish anyone please focus your anger on me instead.”

Illidan did not turn to her, did not physically acknowledge her and his voice was frighteningly level “I did not give you permission to speak, Illidari. In fact I believe you knew I expected silence from you. You will speak when you are spoken to, demon hunter.”

She was surprised that he called her ‘demon hunter.’ He had called them all that many times-just as often as he called them ‘Illidari’- but she had the distinct impression that in this specific instance he was deliberately calling her by her informal title ‘demon hunter’ as opposed to her formal title ‘Illidari’ as he usually did when he was angry with her, because he was separating her from her specific connection with him. He was saying that she was not his treasured ‘Illidari’ but merely a ‘demon hunter.’

What she should have done was to bow her head in acknowledgement of him as her master say ‘Yes, my Lord’ and kept silent. That is what any of them would do. However it seemed as if his rage was infecting her, raising her own ire and she couldn’t seem to help herself.

Her eyes flared, she tightened her grip on his arm just enough so that he knew she wanted him to turn around “You may not be speaking to me but I am speaking to you, Lord Illidan, look at me” she boldly commanded.

He turned to her slowly and she let her hand fall as he did “You continue to be obstinate and now you disobey a second direct order. Why?” he asked and there was anger in his tone but also genuine curiosity.

She was loyal to a fault, had already proven that during the training session. Why would she be insubordinate with him now? Had she forgotten her place in the time of her injury until now? Had his conversations with her given her the impression that she had somehow been elevated to address him as an equal? He knew that if she were this adamant to press his orders that she must have a reason to be so disobedient, but why?

The rage continued to build inside her at his dismissive tone and arrogant words and even as her brain screamed at her that she was treading dangerously something inside her made her continue “As you know I always follow your commands-usually without question. I am a model Illidari. However, in this situation I can not-no, will not, remain silent as you reproach my healer. As I have said he has taken very good care of me thus far and we have, perhaps, even bonded a bit. So, while I understand your rage that I am still not fit for duty this is solely my fault and none of the blame lies on him.”

He was stunned that she would attempt to redirect his full fury onto her in an attempt to protect the Tauren. She had seen him unleash his full wrath upon others that had displeased him, and the fact she was attempting to make herself the target of that anger was something he did not understand. How much of Elune’s Grace was left in her that she was able to be so selfless even as the demon inside her tore and questioned her every thought?

As his rage heightened, the contrast of how calm and level his tone remained was terrifying. “I was giving you the benefit of the doubt, that your lack of progress was in anyway your fault specifically to reward your loyal service to me. However, if this healer cannot heal a non lethal wound then that says much of his abilities.”

She found her strength-she had already gone this far down the rabbit hole there was no going back- “Master, it is true that this wound is my fault, but what about your actions? You kept the simulator going for hours on end. I was exhausted and beaten down, I was bleeding and you still challenged me to a battle. I was not fighting you at my full capacity and yet you chose to use blades specifically designed to hurt demons! What were you thinking?!”

Illidan no longer cared why she was being defiant. Now he was truly angry. She was questioning his actions? Who did she think she was? She had served him well and it would not be optimal to replace her as his tactician. Despite her absolute obstinance he did not think another would be able to take her place in his personal contingency. He would need to keep control before he did something, such as dismissing her from his service, that he would later regret.

“You continue questioning my decisions, demon hunter? My patience for your recalcitrance is wearing thin. If you continue speaking to me without proper deference, I will have you cast off the Vindicaar; sent back to Azeroth, where you will be as inconsequential as your opinion.”

Ignoring his very real threat as if she hadn’t even heard it Larienel bit back immediately “Yes, I do question your decision in this matter. Because of your choice to use your blades instead of any one of the training blades that were available I am here in a position where I can not help you nor can I help myself.”

His arm twitched at his side, he wanted so badly to remind her of how she should address her superiors as well as make good on his threat but he stopped himself.

"It was the same mind that made the choice to elevate you, first above your sad beginnings to become one of my warriors, and then to my Lieutenant. Perhaps both of those decisions were wrong as well? Perhaps, if you find my methods too brutal, one of the other contingents will take your place. Or maybe you would prefer to go back to Azeroth and pick flowers and spend all day praying to a statue in Darnassus? Do not question your betters, foolish woman!"

Her temper continued to boil over, "It is no wonder everyone questions your effectiveness as a leader. One's ability can be judged by how they treat those beneath them, Master! I know you think you are the Titans’ gift to Azeroth, but it is quite clear to anyone with an iota of intelligence that you let your arrogance go too far this time!"

And then they both spoke the same sentence at the same time "MY ARROGANCE WAS NOT TO BLAME FOR YOU THROWING YOURSELF UPON THAT BLADE!"

Illidan paused for a moment and then at once knew what had happened. His rage had reached a peak and his emotions had affected this Illidari. He did not know he could do such a thing. He knew that his connection with them allowed him to make them submit if necessary and to call upon them en masse if needed, but he didn’t know he could do this.

As his rage subsided into curiosity hers subsided into confusion. She looked up at him, questions written all over her face. Her head was fuzzy and she couldn’t think straight. What had happened? “Master? I don’t…? What happened?”

Her head was swimming and her spectral vision blurred around the edges-everything was fuzzy. She had been sitting up until now but, grabbing her head and shutting her eyes, fell back against her bed that was propped up to allow her to remain seated.

She had felt just as out of it as she did anytime Illidan had forced his will upon any of them but for some reason this feeling was much more intense.

Opening her eyes finally she looked at Illidan who, while not affected as she had been, seemed to be somewhere between confused and fascinated. Ignoring her own state she reached out to him and put a hand on his arm.

“My Lord, are you alright?” She could tell that he was confused and perhaps a bit disturbed, he was clearly not himself. She saw no arrogance in him now.

Her actions only further baffled him “You are concerned for me? You are not worried for yourself?”

She raised an eyebrow as if his question was was ridiculous “Of course I’m concerned for you, Master’ she moved over a bit ‘Sit for a moment. Please, tell me what just happened."

He looked at the empty spot she had made for him, thought about it for a moment, and then shook his head “I need to go. I have much to think about” he said in a much harsher tone than he intended, and with that he turned and left, never seeing the look of hurt and fear that crossed Larienel's features.

Walking down the hallway his frustration over what had just happened grew. Was this something he could do with any one of his Illidari? Was it just her alone and if so, why? What made her different? He had absolutely no frame of reference for this.

He had a host of emotions that he couldn’t put a name to and he needed to do something with them. He would arrange a patrol this evening. This would allow him to clear his mind and sate his restless Illidari, they had not been out since Larienel had been in the infirmary. He frowned-if he wanted to lead a hunt this evening he would need to plan it himself. His strategist was in no condition.

It was then that he realized how heavily he relied on her for his plans. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and found that he had somehow ended up in the war room. At least some part of his brain seemed to be functioning today.

Sitting at the large table he pushed some papers aside to make room and as he glanced at some of the papers he saw endless markings on them. Some things were scratched out, some were circled, and there were so many annotations in the margins of some of the papers that another piece of paper had been lined up and written directly in the center of the new paper continuing as if one sentence from the previous paper. Everything was written in Darnassian. What on Azeroth were these scribblings? Plans? Pulling some of them closer he uncovered a map and pushed the papers on top of it aside.

The map showed all of their current actions they had taken thus far on Argus and several arrows suggesting where their next movements might be. It finally hit him, all of this was his Lieutenants work. He was seeing her process. It seemed she did not take her duties lightly at all with the amount of thought that was put into the notes that lay before him.

It looked as if when she was planning a new excursion that she would write out some ideas and then, on a separate piece of paper, she would write all of the things that she foresaw as potential problems. She did not scrap her ideas completely, instead she built upon all of her original ideas scratching out things she didn’t like and circling things she did. Sometimes it would just be a single sentence that was circled, sometimes a couple of words. She was very meticulous it seemed.

That’s when another paper caught his eye. This was a map on a much smaller scale fitted to one piece of paper with lines and dots all over it indicating positions and possible areas of strike. However, this map was only half finished. She had arrows pointing to two different spots on the map but nowhere else. It looked as if she were testing various theories but ended up stuck on something.

Moving some more papers aside and quickly glancing at each of them he finally found the notes that seemed to correspond to the map in question. Exactly as he thought-she was stuck. He could see her frustration on the paper with how harsh her pen strokes were. Sifting through them he saw where her irritation lie. An expedition had them going through an area rife with demons but there was no easy exit. It was a long narrow canyon with only one outlet-a large enclosed area that she expected to be home to a demon encampment. If something went wrong they would all be trapped and it seemed that the scouts she had sent there had never returned.

The second problem seemed to be down to one large demon but this demon seemed to appear and disappear all over the map.He could tell she believed there must be a pattern though and had lines and arrows all across the map following each of the points he had appeared.

Though demons with minds of their own could indeed be clever he was inclined to agree with her that there must be a pattern. Just looking at the map now he did not see a pattern but he was determined that they could find a way to trap this demon. He would sit down later and give the map a thorough look over.

He was impressed by her work. Having looked over several papers and seeing her process it seemed that she made the exact opposite strategic decisions that anyone else in her position would; it would not have been a standard tactician’s idea to go for either of these two areas. However, instead of taking a safer strategy she was going for what would hurt the Legion the most even if it was dangerous. Her thinking in these matters were exactly like his own. She was clever, his Lieutenant. He needed someone who had their own ideas and did not fall in line with standard predictable tactics.

Clever as she was, he saw her issue almost immediately. She had been overthinking and was mentally exhausted. She did not want to give up it seemed even though it was clear her frustration was affecting her planning. He smiled at that, this only confirmed her stubborn nature.

What had been those papers that had been on top of everything else? He picked up a couple of them and looked them over. He recognized the names on the letters-they were the names of some of his illidari commanders at various camps set up across Argus and they were seeking her advice. She was obviously overwhelmed- it seemed they all wanted her counsel and though her attempt to keep up was noble it seemed that she could not balance answering these requests and finishing her map.

He paused “why would she not bring this to his attention if she was this overwhelmed? More importantly why was she helping these idiots? If he had incompetent people in his ranks why had she not addressed this with him? Why would she help them rather than report their ineptness? Why woul--Oh.” She didn’t want him to know. His Lieutenant was far kinder than he would have ever been.

In fact it was her compassion that had started this entire ordeal wasn’t it? He reflected on the events again: her offering help after he had destroyed X'era, then not wishing to strike him during the training session, her fierce defense of Kisei on multiple occasions despite the Tauren's imperious attitude, and finally her caring more about his wellbeing than her own when his rage had overpowered her will. He had subdued her will, unintentional or not, and the very first thing she had done was ask after his welfare.

How was it possible that a being as selfless and caring as she had survived the Illidari ritual he wondered. He was having a difficult time reconciling all of the facets of her personality he had seen in just a few short days-her solicitous nature was already well established, her loyalty was never a question in his mind, he had seen her in the battlefields before-she was both sharp-witted and fearless, the plans that lay on the table showed him her acumen, and for the life of him he could not get that image of her kneeling in front of him out of his head-her flushed cheeks, her raven hair that fell into her face...why was she distracting him so now? She had been his Lieutenant since he had been brought back from the nether-he had restructured his entire contingency as soon as he was reunited with his Illidari- and he had not known she had such depth of character. Perhaps he should have taken the time to get to know his four advisors better than just merely their prowess in the battlefield.

Perhaps it was his own guilty conscience that would not let his mind rest. This had been twice now in the same day that he had left her on bad terms.He needed to make this right with his Lieutenant and perhaps then he would be allowed some peace of mind. He thought back to their sparring session and he knew precisely how he would make things right.

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When he re-entered the infirmary later it was past one in the morning and everything was quiet and mostly dim save for a few patients who were being worked on. He needed to make sure that he could see his Lieutenant without dealing with the Tauren or the Troll so he used his arcane magic to make himself temporarily concealed from sight and walked straight to the back area room where Larienel had been moved as she was considered long term care.

When he entered her room and made himself visible seemingly out of thin air to her he put a hand up to show he meant no harm though her fear was evident on her face. After the way they had last parted she was certain he was here to kill her.

“Larienel, I want to explain to you what happened earlier. I believe that my emotions overpowered your own. This was not something I was aware that I could do.” His voice was genuine, she believed him.

She nodded slowly as she took in the knowledge of what happened “I am still sorry, Master. Whether your emotions affected me or not the things I said were completely out of line. Please,” she pleaded, “do not send me from the Vindicaar.”

Illidan shook his head “Calm yourself. There is no need to be contrite for something you have no control over, my Illidari” and this time he spoke the word affectionately. “In truth it is I who have come to seek your forgiveness. I have been unnecessarily harsh on you since you offered me your help”

Larienel spoke up immediately “No, my Lord. Everything you have said to me has been justified.”

“You will win no favour from me by telling me what you believe I want to hear. Larienel, I want you to listen to me as I say this and I do not want you to interrupt until I am finished. Is that clear?”

She nodded “Yes, master.”

“Good” and he mentally took a breath before he continued. “Do you understand why I shattered your weapon during our spar?”

Larienel honestly had no good answer to that “I do not pretend to know the workings of your mind, master.” The look on his face said that this was clearly not the answer he was seeking. He wanted a real answer from her, he was not asking her to flatter his ego.

She paused for a moment trying to come up with a real solution. She had given the proper answer that a soldier should but it had also been the truth- she genuinely didn’t know. Had it been her devotion to the Goddess? Had the symbol of Elune angered him?

“Is it because you believe there is no place for the Goddess in the Illidari? You perceive devotion to Her as weakness?”

He shook his head “No.This was a lesson that Lord Ravencrest had used on me. I was arrogant in the battlefield, I had thought I knew much more than I did. My skills with the arcane were unmatched, I had become his second, given my own retinue, but he, like Cenarius before him, had seen my hunger. I had wanted more than he believed I could handle. He offered to test my skills and I had readily agreed. The first chance he had he temporarily disabled my arcane magic just as I had shattered your blade. This lesson was necessary, he told me, in order to remind me to rely on myself more than my own magic. It was the same lesson that Cenarius and Tyrande had tried to impart on me for many years. I did not take the lesson well and it was not until some time later that I understood its meaning. I intended to impart this same lesson to you, my Lieutenant, but it seemed I did not do it as well I had thought.”

Sparing a glance at his Lieutenant he saw how intently she was listening. She was not taking his words lightly. Good.

“Putting on a tabard or declaring allegiances to people, while reassuring to some, can be a weakness. Loyalties and allegiances can be twisted, destroyed, or corrupted. They are superficial. When you carved the symbols of your goddess and the Illidari into your blades, you inadvertently weakened them, by damaging the metal. At some point, they would have failed you in battle.”
Larienel furrowed her brow trying to to figure out the lesson he was trying to impart “My lord, is the lesson then to not to declare loyalties, or beliefs. That you are stronger without them?”
She had mistaken him and so he continued his explanation trying to lead her to the proper conclusion “When forging a weapon, in order to keep it strong you must incorporate the design into the blades construction, so that it strengthens them, rather than weakens. It must be an essential part of it. In this way it strengthens the blade.”
He could see that she was still not completely grasping his point and he knew that it was time to reveal why he had come. He spoke words of arcane magic and held both of his hands out palms up. A purple flare of energy sparked in his hands and a set of warglaives appeared.
“This is my gift to you. I have had new blades forged to replace the ones I destroyed.” He held the blades at an angle where she could see the full detail of them. They looked similar to the standard Illidari warglaives they all received but the blades curved sharply at either end to form a crescent shape. The Centerpiece of the blade that connected them, the handle, was standard purple with the green Illidari symbol on it. Whereas she had simply carved her symbols into her previous blade he had made the weapon entirely anew integrating her design into the blade itself.
“Master—” she started. She had done nothing to receive such attention from him. In fact she had been wilfully defiant towards him at almost every turn. She did not deserve such a gift.
He held a hand up to silence her “Like weapons though, whatever loyalties, ideals, or beliefs we choose to take, we must forge ourselves anew so that they are a boon to us, not a liability. Doing this keeps them pure, and they will never be corruptible.I have dedicated myself to life on Azeroth and ending the threat of the Burning Legion. I have made poor decisions, but also good ones. Yet they were still my decisions.Whatever person, ideology, or belief you choose to dedicate yourself to, Larienel, make sure it is fully part of you, and not just a superficial trapping you wear.”
He handed over the blades to her and the second she touched them a dot of fel energy flared into being in the space inside both crescents. She held the blades at a distance to get a better view and that’s when she noticed it-the crescent shape of the blades and the dot in the Center like the shape of a smaller full moon. Together they created the symbol of Elune. She was astounded that he would do such a thing. Gripping her glaives tighter she looked directly at him “Lord Illidan, I pledge myself to you until death takes me or some other hand of fate pulls us apart. This is my decision and I make it fully aware of everything this entails as both your Illidari and your Lieutenant”
He filled with pride at the sincerity in her tone and offered her a pledge of his own “In return, for my part in this, I give you my oath: I will find a way to heal you and you will be able to return to your duties.”
She smiled softly “Lord Illidan, you have done too much for me today and I deserve none of it. I wo-”
He cut her off “Enough. Rest now, my Illidari” and, as he had said it before his tone was affectionate. The look of sincere gratitude on her features, the conviction in her tone, the way she held the blades to her as if they were the most precious thing on Azeroth. Her hair that was constantly in her face now that she had it down while she was in the infirmary. She was stunning. He looked directly at the fel that now replaced her eyes and wondered what colour they used to be. What colour had her hair been before his ritual had corrupted her?
Coming back from his own musings he saw that his hand had moved of its own accord to her face. This was not what disturbed him. What disturbed him was the feeling of warmth that ran over him seeing how she was leaning into his touch, eyes closed, without a single word.
The look on her face was one of contentment-she trusted him implicitly. How many others would allow themselves his affection so trustingly? The answer he could likely count on one hand. Did she not fear him at all? Did it matter? Did she need to constantly be in fear of him? No.
He was frozen in place by his own emotions. What was he doing? He had no time to begin any sort of liaison with anyone much less one as complicated as with one of his advisors. Wait. Liaison? How did he even come to such thoughts? Why did—
“Lord Illidan, what is wrong? I can feel your agitation” she interrupted his thoughts. She had opened her eyes to look at him but she had not moved. More noticeably he had not moved his hand.
He shook his head clearing his mind, clearing her from his thoughts, “There is work to be done, Lieutenant” he found himself saying and then he turned and was gone before she could stop him.
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