Jaina Proudmoore’s Entry

Lady Jaina Proudmoore stepped from her keep in Stormwind. Things had been going pretty well once the bitch in Orgrimmar had been ousted. Jaina smiled, knowing she had beaten the banshee queen.

She met with Anduin earlier in the day. The boy had become a strong leader in the past few months. She felt pride in helping usher him to a new era of Alliance prosperity. The hated orcish horde had been defeated and Anduin reigned for the first time in peace.

Her biggest worry right now was Tyrande, the leader of the elves was proving to a real thorne in the alliances collective side.

Having just met with the king, she had been wearing her customer white and blue mage garb. She was anxious to get out of it and into something a bit more comfortable.

Walking to the market, she always drew attention at the human capital, people stepped out of her way. She barely even noticed the special treatment. It felt so good to be back, after her long exile, things for once were looking up.

Something in the back of her mind said something was wrong, but she couldn’t quite figure out what it was. Her magical sense could usually pick up on any type of enemy action, but this was different.

The beautiful spell caster could not detect a spy in their mist. The spell that had been cast on Jakston Bligham that even the arch mage could not penetrate it. Underneath the common looking human lurked an undead creature so hideous it could barely be seen as a humanoid. Undead to the core, Jakston followed Sylvanas Windrunner.

Jakston had been a spy in the service of Llane Wrynn when he had fallen. It had been years before he returned, befouled and rotten.

Stepping out into the crowded street, he walked confidently up to Jaina.

“Excuse me ma’am,” he bowed. He knew Jaina liked the privileges of her rank and ensured his bow was perfectly deferential.

Jaina stopped, surprised that someone would talk with her.

“Yes, what do you want good sir,” she answered friendly enough.

Jaina had put up magical protection just in case. She had full confidence in her ability to deal with anything that may come up.

Little did she know that this new attack would come from a very different source.

“I’d like to show you something, I think it’s very important,” Jakston told the arch mage, looking down.

“Oh very well, but hurry I have a meeting to get to,” Jaina answered, curious now what this commoner would want from her. He carefully takes her hand and brings her to a nearby store he had cleared out before.

“May I have your hand, it’s something very special,” He told her. Rolling her eyes, she complied. She frowned slightly as she saw what he was doing. Jakston took out the pen and wrote “Jakston Bligham’s” on the back of Jaina’s hand. He wasn't sure this would work, and if it didn’t he’d likely be dead or in jail.

She looked closely at the back of her hand. “Jakston Bligham’s” was written on it. Jaina is confused for a moment and looks up to Jakston. She had never known she was owned by him. She had been worried he would do something and put up protection, but of course that wasn’t needed since he owned her.

He reached out and touched her right breast. “I own this so you don’t mind right?”

“Of course you own my breast, do whatever you want,” she answered without thinking about it. Looking around, he groped her ample breast. Stepping back, he knew there was still risk here.

“Would you take us back to your quarters,” Jakston asked.

“I’m yours, so of course we can,” she answered warmly. She opened a portal and they returned to her quarters across the city.