Warcraft 3: Broken Blessings

Chapter 6

It wouldn't be until sometime later that anything would transpire. Perhin had to oversee a few of the armories to replace his armor, and to ensure all of the warriors would be properly protected. It was only an hour after he left that several serving Blood Elf girls came in to collect Rosalia's clothing to clean it. She was very concerned about it, but she knew her clothes needed to be washed.

"I should get them back," she said. "They do help with disguising me."

"Very true!" one of servants beamed. "We will ensure it."

"Thank you," Rosalia nodded. At the sight of the marble bathtub in a far corner of the room getting filled with hot water, she was quickly tended to and scrubbed down. "Usually, I would not allow such a thing."

"Would you prefer to bathe alone?" another servant frowned.

"You're already here. We may as well finish the job," she chuckled. She was dried off shortly after and given an ultra-soft red robe to wear. Then she paused at the elaborate, lacy, pale red dress with gold embellishments. It appeared to be completely form-fitting. It included a veil, ruby and gold jewelry, and she was speechless at the sight of the slender circlet that came with it. She was shocked. "What is this? I did not ask for this."

"It is your wedding dress!" the first servant giggled.

"WHAT?!" Rosalia gaped. "I did not agree to getting married!"

"You did not?" the first servant asked with surprise. "Our Lord told us that you were delighted to have such an honor! Why else would something be brought to you?"

"I need my old clothes back. Now. And I need to speak with Commander Perhin immediately," she ordered. The servants bowed their heads to her, as they did her bidding, but they left the dress where it was. She was shivering with revulsion now, and she moved to look out the window.

"You do not like the dress?" a voice seemed to smirk at her. She turned to find Kael'thas smiling at her. He didn't even bother to knock on the door. His ultra-long eyebrows seemed to give him a sinister appearance from the glow the three green orbs over him gave off. He was clearly admiring her figure under the robe she wore. She felt offended. Then he walked in slowly and said, "It would only be proper, you know?"

"And who would I be forced to marry?" she asked.

"You're currently looking at your future King," he grinned.

"No. I refuse!" she said.

"Not your choice. In this kingdom, my word is the law. And we will be married by sunset. You will wear that dress, and you will be sharing my bed by tonight," he said in a calm, stern way.

"Why?! For what purpose?" she frowned.

"Why else? To have you stay and be fully protected. Just by you being here, our need for magic has lifted. You satisfy our need for it. So, you simply must stay," he seemed to shrug. She wanted to bring up Perhin, but something advised her not to. An instinctive thought to simply accept what was being said now was advised. She had to heed it.

"I know my clothes were taken away to be cleaned, and that's fine. But, I still want my old clothes back. They are mine."

"They are not fit for here, but I do understand. They do belong to you, and they will be returned."

"And, since I am being forced to be your bride, it would only be fitting for me to have a tour of the kingdom to familiarize myself with it," she said lightly. "I will need an escort."

"That will be done after the wedding," he nodded. She cringed at this, but she refused to nod. "Perhaps, I can have Perhin escort you down the aisle to me..."