He is pacing through the study, waiting for the Archmage to come and tell him that this was truly who it appeared to be. If his father had survived the bass Ault at the Broken Shore, as if he was breathing the same air as him once again. Of course, Khadgar had forced him to stay back as Greymane manhandled the large form of his father through a portal.
He had protested when the archmage had told him to get out from under their feet, tried to remind them that he of all people was a priest and able to tend to any and every wound that they could find on hs body. It wasn't the physical wounds they were worried about, Khadgar had snapped at him looking at Genn to get the boy -- no, he was a king -- out of the room. Unlike the harsh tones previously unheard from the mage, Greymane had been gentler. He had lead Anduin away and promised to come and get him the moment Varian was fit. The older king patted him on the shoulder and left him outside of his chambers.
That was over three says ago and frankly, Khadgar was wearing on his usually unlimited patience with his dodgy answers on his father's condition. Right now, he had his feet moving to drive the annoyance off and a large, worn mug that was still too large for him resting on the corner of the desk filled with some cider that he would have loved to share. He wouldn't have even thought he would get the chance to do such a thing again... but his father was nearby and well....
A devious grin exploded over his face. Undoubtedly Greymane would be bullying Khadgar out of the room by this point in the night and the Knights stationed outside... well, Anduin was still the king. He gathered the mug in his arms, after refilling it and began to make his way towards the room where his father was imprisoned for everyone's safety.
There had been a close call with being caught by the Archmage, who the Gilnean king was holding up bodily from how exhausted the would-be guardian seemed. A brief flash of guilt settled over him, but the snippet of the Archmage's hushed conversation with Genn he heard had him all the more determined to sneak in there and see his father for himself.
"I cannot help it, Greymane, I cannot help but worry that Sargeras is in him - like he had been in Medivh. Varian would be the perfect vessel for him, the right political positioning for war - King Anduin cannot go in there until we are sure..."
Perhaps, he had been underestimating the nose of the Worgen, who met his eyes while Khadgar briefly stumbled and nodded to him discreetly. Well that was definitely permission enough, though he was sure that Genn had more sympathy for him due to his own life. He had been supposed to personally hand him the letter that his father had written - had been too guilty to look him in the eye when he had asked him to go to Stormheim.
Now, the other had met his gaze and held it before he needed to be focused back on the mage nearly tripping over his own two feet.
The king of Stormwind drew his mind back to the words of said mage, he knew the story of how Khadgar came to be who he was now and distantly, he knew that Khadgar was right and attempting to protect him.... but the urge to see his father was much stronger. He pushed himself into moving once more.
The Knights saw him, opened their mouths to protest before he pressed a finger to his lips and cheekily winked. He shooed then off and rearranged himself to slip into the room without drawing anymore attention to himself.
The first thing he noted when he entered was that it was near deathly silent, the sounds of wind scraping at the windows and the calm breath of the man laying prone upon the ornate bed. Of course, Anduin knew not to startle the man by appearing right next to his bedside when waking him up - a good way to be hit, truly - and instead lingered by the door to attempt.
"Father? It is your son... I've brought you some apple cider and my company."
Anduin + Varian - Miri
He had protested when the archmage had told him to get out from under their feet, tried to remind them that he of all people was a priest and able to tend to any and every wound that they could find on hs body. It wasn't the physical wounds they were worried about, Khadgar had snapped at him looking at Genn to get the boy -- no, he was a king -- out of the room. Unlike the harsh tones previously unheard from the mage, Greymane had been gentler. He had lead Anduin away and promised to come and get him the moment Varian was fit. The older king patted him on the shoulder and left him outside of his chambers.
That was over three says ago and frankly, Khadgar was wearing on his usually unlimited patience with his dodgy answers on his father's condition. Right now, he had his feet moving to drive the annoyance off and a large, worn mug that was still too large for him resting on the corner of the desk filled with some cider that he would have loved to share. He wouldn't have even thought he would get the chance to do such a thing again... but his father was nearby and well....
A devious grin exploded over his face. Undoubtedly Greymane would be bullying Khadgar out of the room by this point in the night and the Knights stationed outside... well, Anduin was still the king. He gathered the mug in his arms, after refilling it and began to make his way towards the room where his father was imprisoned for everyone's safety.
There had been a close call with being caught by the Archmage, who the Gilnean king was holding up bodily from how exhausted the would-be guardian seemed. A brief flash of guilt settled over him, but the snippet of the Archmage's hushed conversation with Genn he heard had him all the more determined to sneak in there and see his father for himself.
"I cannot help it, Greymane, I cannot help but worry that Sargeras is in him - like he had been in Medivh. Varian would be the perfect vessel for him, the right political positioning for war - King Anduin cannot go in there until we are sure..."
Perhaps, he had been underestimating the nose of the Worgen, who met his eyes while Khadgar briefly stumbled and nodded to him discreetly. Well that was definitely permission enough, though he was sure that Genn had more sympathy for him due to his own life. He had been supposed to personally hand him the letter that his father had written - had been too guilty to look him in the eye when he had asked him to go to Stormheim.
Now, the other had met his gaze and held it before he needed to be focused back on the mage nearly tripping over his own two feet.
The king of Stormwind drew his mind back to the words of said mage, he knew the story of how Khadgar came to be who he was now and distantly, he knew that Khadgar was right and attempting to protect him.... but the urge to see his father was much stronger. He pushed himself into moving once more.
The Knights saw him, opened their mouths to protest before he pressed a finger to his lips and cheekily winked. He shooed then off and rearranged himself to slip into the room without drawing anymore attention to himself.
The first thing he noted when he entered was that it was near deathly silent, the sounds of wind scraping at the windows and the calm breath of the man laying prone upon the ornate bed. Of course, Anduin knew not to startle the man by appearing right next to his bedside when waking him up - a good way to be hit, truly - and instead lingered by the door to attempt.
"Father? It is your son... I've brought you some apple cider and my company."