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Edited 2016-09-20 05:40 (UTC)

Anduin could not deny that Stormwind Keep felt almost empty without Jaina and Genn Greymane within its halls. He felt lonelier than he thought he would've been if it had been any other time; if his Father had still been alive after the Legion's defeat. It was not how it happened and Anduin was not sure if he was glad for it or not.

He had made attempts at bringing the angry mage back to the halls though was rebuffed every time as she asked when the Horde would pay for their crimes against Theramore. He would not condone it and she knew it, it left the King of Stormwind feeling slightly lost for what to do...

Greymane, however, his father's friend, he could at least attempt to coax back to Stormwind after the elder man had gotten his people back on their feet. That thought process is what brought him to Keel Harbor, where the Worgen were working hard to finish their task of beginning to build stability.

Blond, somewhat wet hair whipped in the wind and he took in the sight before him. He never thought he'd have seen a land where the skies looked always gray, or always raining, really. He was fascinated and well, he began to move forwards without the guard who had accompanied him - it had been honestly demanded of him, and he could not find it in him to disagree that it was perhaps for the best.

Anduin had stopped to play with some children when he heard the news that Genn Greymane had been injured. It concerned him and well, he was quick to separate himself from the children with apologies and promises that he would come back to play more, but he had to attend to the King of Gilneas.

The walk was fast, he was taking near double steps and ignored other Worgen who seemed to whisper and look confused that the King of Stormwind was within their borders -- no one had heard he was coming (with good reason).

He caught that Khadgar was also out of Gilneas for a short spell when it happened, which only worried the King more, undoubtedly he could imagine the Archmage rushing back to make sure the King of Gilneas was fine like he had done in Stormheim.

Anduin bullied his way past the protesting members of the household. Though he was fast to shut them up with reminding them that he was a priest before he was a king.

Finally, he knocked against the door which Greymane had laid behind.

"Greymane, it is Anduin, may I come in?"

The door opened, but the person who appeared wasn't Graymane. Instead the wolfish face that considered the young man before him, was one Darius Crowley. He'd been guarding the door since Genn had been hauled into the building and fielding off unwanted visitors as the nurse tended to the wound.

"King Wrynn. We were unaware you were coming, I'm afraid that Graymane isn't currently fit for visitors. Is there something I can help you with instead?"

Deeper within the room, came a follow up response. "Will you let me decide if I'm fit for visitors or not? The nurse has this well in hand, I don't need to leave this bed to speak to the king"

When Crowley answered the door and asked if his vist there involved something that he could help him with instead, the young King pinched his brows together and shook his head. Then came Genn's grouchy commentary over not being allowed to choose whether or not he was able to handle visitors.

"I came to see how the efforts were," he told Crowley with a slow nod and debated on if it would be appropriate or if Genn would find insult in him acting, "I heard he was injured when I got off the boat and now would like to offer my aid. I am a priest, after all."

He brushed his blond bangs back with his gloved hands while he stared up at the Worgen with an unwavering look. Chin jutted high and he would look like Varian for a few seconds before his face softened and he smiled sweetly.

"I may have to remind you that your answer doesn't matter, I have a penchant for doing what I want when it involves friends or well, anyone."

What a devious little king that stood there proud and tall, the corners of his mouth lifted only slightly as he clasped his hands behind his back.

Edited 2016-09-28 06:09 (UTC)

Crowley eyed the smug young man before him, ignoring the grouchy complaint from behind him. He'd been keeping Genn secluded on the off-chance there was possibly a hidden surprise that might harm those around him when they pulled the arrow and tended to the poison. So far, it appeared those fears were unfounded. Neither he nor the nurse had suffered any harm and Genn had recovered quickly enough once the nurse had countered the poison that had attempted to spread through the king's bloodstream.

"Very well, pup. Since I suspect you'll end up hurting yourself shoving me out of your way to get in, I'll step aside. This time." Genn would have his hide if he hurt the boy, so best not to risk the boy coming to harm in any needless wrestling against him in a forced entry. He stepped back and to the side to allow Anduin inside.

"Just you, mind. If you came with anyone, they can cool their heels outside."

The young King smiled at Crowley a little differently and just nodded, looking over his shoulder at the Stormwind looking uneasy a good ten feet behind him. The Knight's eyes snapped to his and it seemed like the armored knight had been about to say something on how it would be a bad idea, but didn't. Instead he saluted Anduin and left the premises.

Anduin looked back up to Crowley and quickly moved into the room. He stood just at the door, taking his time to watch Greymane and the nurse who was looking displeased that the King of Stormwind bullied himself into a quarantined room. He watched her stand on guard, ready to pounce if Genn even looked a tiny bit feral. The young priest wondered if it was the same one who had tended to the other king in Stormheim and that was why she looked like she wanted to refute everything and throw him out.

"Can I come closer?" He asked the grey haired on the bed, though took only a few steps closer just shy of being directly at the foot of it. It seemed like a good place to stop as it gave the other King time to assess if he truly wanted the son of Varian to check him over. "Well, anymore than this."

Edited 2016-09-28 12:05 (UTC)

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."

Upon watching the gunship make its escape, Varian had not expected to ever see Stormwind again, and according to Khadgar, he wouldn't have had he not been allowed to escape that island. Why he'd been allowed to leave was as of yet still a mystery to him, and if the Archmage had any theories as to why he'd been allowed to live, he wasn't being forthcoming about them. Not outside the suggestion that whatever the reason might be, it was more than likely a devious and potentially lethal one. The warlock, it was suggested, would not be above using the father to take out the son.

The idea of causing his son harm made him more sick to his stomach than anything and thus despite the fact he hated being cooped up within the room, he agreed to remain within it without argument if it meant that Anduin would be safe.

It didn't help any that all he could remember of his departure from the Broken Shore were bits and pieces. He remembered pushing himself up to his knees, collecting both of his fallen swords and using them to aid in pushing himself up to his feet, despite the pain such an action caused due to the injuries inflicted previously by the felguard's spears impaling his his torso, one high and to the left, one low and to the right. He recalled persevering through that pain and turning toward the path he'd used to arrive. He couldn't recall the journey across the isle, nor how he'd arrived at the beach. Though he did remember the way the water rose about him as he moved off the beach and into the sea beyond. He recalled watching as the neighboring island drew slowly closer and his repetitive mantra that he would not die within the waters between those islands. That he would make it back to Stormwind. That he would see his son again.

It had been the thought of Anduin that kept him going until he'd finally reached the beaches of what he'd been later informed as belonging to Stormheim. He didn't remember being found, though he vaguely remembered the chill that had sunk into his bones being slowly chased away by a large form that felt feathery and comforting.

He had been told he'd tossed the medic they'd had tending to his injuries at one point though he had no memory of doing so. He did recall growling and tussling with Genn though, until the worgen king made a valid point that if he overtaxed himself upon leaving the bed he would only hurt himself and lengthen his recovery time and no doubt upset his son as well. That little incident merely reminded him just how strong the Gilnean king still was despite his age.

Of course, actually keeping himself to the bed was easier said than done, but fortunately while he wasn't sleeping, he was kept occupied by Graymane or a couple books that Khadgar offered to him after multiple complaints of boredom.

He'd been resting, quietly grateful for Genn removing the hovering presence of the Archmage, when the door opened and someone entered. He might have missed it if he'd been deeper asleep, but given he'd only just fell into a light sleep when Anduin entered, the noise had alerted him to the entry before his son spoke.

He turned his head at the words and nodded his acknowledgment before turning his attention to attempting to push himself into more of a proper seated position. Given usually either Genn or Khadgar tended to help him do it, he didn't realize just how much actually attempting it on his own would hurt the still mending muscles. He grimaced at the pain and how much it took out of him to get such a simple thing accomplished, but at least he was in more of a fitting position to enjoy his son's gift and company.

"Anduin. Did they--" He paused, cutting himself off because he could guess the answer to his question before he even finished it. They would have told him if the threat to his son had passed and that it was safe to have a visit from him. "As much as I am glad to see you, my son. You shouldn't be sneaking in to see me like this. Surely they warned you it wasn't safe?"

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The struggle that his father put up to sit up was not lost on him and told him that they had left his father to heal naturally. There was no point to that -- he didn't even realize he had moved to the side of the bed until he set the large mug down on the stand next to the headboard.

"Father, I need to --" of course, as Varian told him that it wasn't safe to be in the room with him... that Khadgar had declined to tell him that there had been an actual reason for being unable to go into the room... well, he stuffed it down for the Archmage's own safety and instead smiled softly at his father.

"They told me, but you are my father and I am not one to shy away from any chance of danger." A slow deep breath is taken in and he roll up his sleeves and moved his hand to hover over the cover on his father. "Can I see how bad it is? It doesn't seem like they allowed you to properly be inspected."

The blond boy tipped his head up to glance up properly at his father's face and it felt... well, previous anger was releasing because it was his father right in front of him. He was alive and he took in a sharp breath as he murmured, "I'm glad you're alive-- I know that it is our way - a kings way to put his people before ourselves. But as a son and not a king -- I am so happy you are alive." He pulled his hands back to plant instead onto the bedding and steady himself before he managed to make the conversation more awkward than he feared it already was going to be.

He took another deep breath, blinked away the tears that had been forming and smiled at his father once more.

"Allow me to tend to your wounds. Watching you have issues sitting up is not right."

He was glad to be alive as well, even despite the possible drawbacks that his surviving might entail. It was entirely possible that they could overcome whatever nefarious plans Gul'dan had in store involving him. Once they'd managed to overcome whatever lurked in wait, then he could once again hopefully turn his attention to aiding the kingdom and his son.

He wasn't certain it would be wise for Anduin to tend to his injuries, as that might be exactly what Gul'dan was expecting and what might end up causing Anduin harm. The uncertainty no doubt showed in his lack of an immediate answer. "It may not be right, but Gul'dan might also be expecting you to tend to me. If that is the case...I don't want you hurt trying to speed up my recovery."

"Father, if I am hurt in speeding up your recovery then it would be my own fault for not listening," he told the other with a sudden furrow if his thick blond brows, lips thinning into a line as he thought of a way to make his father see some reason in allowing him to heal him. Watching Varian struggle to sit up left a fowl taste in his mouth, one that he couldn't swallow as easily as he had his anger with the Archmage.

Of course, he knew his next words to the Archmage would undoubtedly biting. He was being treated as a child with how he and Greymane declined to give him a straight answer - though he was infinitely more inclined to believe that the Worgen had been only taking Khadgar's lead... He didn't say anything when he spotted him on the way there.... yes! That was how he would handle it.

"I was spotted by Genn on the way in, Father. I believe you and I both know that if he thought it would be dangerous I would not be here." Anduin shifted his hands again, fidgeting with them before he chose to settle them back on his lap. "He would not have had any hesitation in telling Khadgar or even be in here right this moment to retrieve me. Perhaps Khadgar is making a mountain out of a mole hill."

Pleased with his new argument, Anduin shifted once more. Now that he was faced with his father he could not simply find the peace in himself to stay still, not with the energy that was renewed, roaring relentlessly through his veins at the adrenaline of sneaking in and the happiness he found in his father's state of breathing.

Of course, if the suggestion he originally put forward was rebuffed, a king always found a new path to take.

"If you allow me to, I'll not try to take too much cider from you, I doubt they've giving you much more than light foods and drink as it is." Anduin cheekily grinned st his father, blue eyes twinkling in their mirth.

Stubborn and persistent. Traits he no doubt passed down himself, but sometimes he couldn't deny they could be frustrating. Any counter-argument he might have made against Anduin choosing to not 'listen' was abruptly half-defeated before he could get it finished at the revelation that Graymane was well aware of the fact that Anduin was here with him.

It could very well be that things might not be as severe as suggested and yet he knew Khadgar did have a rather valid point and the archmage had never before steered him wrong when it came to a situation. He shouldn't have survived being left on the Broken Shore, especially not after the injuries he'd suffered. The memory of that pain hadn't left him. It had been enough to make him drop his swords and fall to his knees. How he hadn't bled out before he'd been found was impossible to explain and part of why he'd given Khadgar's words the merit he had.

He bunched the covers up in his hands as he silently debated the wisdom of letting his son having his way or sticking to his earlier refusal. The obvious attempt at bribery managed to pull a soft snort of amusement at out him and he gave his son a quietly amused glance before finally speaking.

"Very well--but not both of them. And if you sense anything unusual or strange while you are doing it...you are to immediately stop and leave. Do I make myself clear?"

The quiet humor that his father held at his bribery relaxed some part of him, as did the compromise that his father once would never had even thoight to come too. Silent pride filled his belly at that single show of how much he truly had taught his father and that alone had him ready to agree to the terms.

"Remember that you may be speaking to your Son, Father... but also your king." This time he held nothing back and grinned at his father like none other, so pleased with himself for being able to pull that over him now. Truly, if he didn't feel like taking the compromise -- which he was going to take as he would rather his father happy -- he wouldn't have to.

"However, I agree to all of it. If I feel something wrong, I will stop and I will only heal one. However, I will be the one to pick which wound, that seems fair doesn't it?"

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