Find Where I Belong (Anduin Wrynn X OC)

The next day, Schyuler had been summoned to the war room where Genn, Prophet Velen and the other Alliance delicates gathered.

"Our guest arrives. Perhaps there is hope of reaching our king," The Prophet declared.

"What's going on?" She asked, glancing curiously at all the stares in her direction before looking over to Gen. "Where's Anduin?"

Genn had grown concerned for Anduin ever since she returned the compass to him. Schyler could see it in his facial expression. "Anduin has become restless, distracted. He hasn't been seen inside the Keep all day, leaving the palace without so much as a word. I've ordered for some of the Royal Guards to follow him, but this is a situation only you can rectify,"

"Where did he go?" Schyuler asked, arms crossed over her chest.

"The guards saw him enter the Cathedral. Since you are the one that brought this melancholy upon him, you must convince him to resume his duties," Genn responded sternly.

"Melancholy?" Schyuler repeated in an almost disgusted manner. "Genn, he is grieving the loss of his father. He may be king, but after the fact he is still a boy becoming a man!"

"I understand the need to mourn, but the king's place is on his throne. The Broken Shore must be our focus!" Genn stated.

"The Broken Shore isn't going anywhere, as bad as it sounds. It can wait another day for Anduin to just be a normal human being and not a product king you want so badly!"

"Rightly so," Velen quickly chimed in as he noticed Genn's face going red. "We attempted to console him, but to no avail. Anduin refuses to sleep, to eat. He ignores every plea to return to the palace. If anyone can talk to him, it's you. He trusts you, Schyuler."

Schyuler remembered their intimate moment shared in the throne room yesterday. Allowing Anduin a moment to mourn, grieve freely, and for the first time since his father died, actually feel like himself. If he was still going through a rough patch after she left, who was she to ignore a friend in need?

Schyuler exchanged a look between the pair before she sighed heavily, shaking her head. "Fine, I'll go, but I'm not doing this for you. All due respect,"

Velen nodded graciously as Schyuler took her leave before Genn could say anything else. Grabbing a horse from the stables, she rode across town, finding the cathedral where indeed the Royal guards were stationed at the entrance. Moving away from her steed, Schyuler jogged up the stairs where she nodded to the guards in greeting and they let her pass as the sun set over the city.

Coming through the archway and down a small corridor, Schyuler found the main hall. Glamorous stain glass paintings flooded the halls, a beautiful blue luscious carpet pathed the way to the pue at the end of the room where Anduin stood, praying. No one else appeared to be in attendance, so Schyuler walked over freely and delicately walked up the small steps towards the young Wrynn. "Anduin?"

He stood silent for a moment, but motioned his head to the side to acknowledge her, inviting her to step forward as he spoke, "My father was a legend. He oversaw the rebuilding of Stormwind, stood toe-to-toe with Dragons, and led the Alliance to many victories. And now suddenly he was just. . . gone. I wear his crown, I hold his title. But I've done nothing to earn them, or the faith of my people,"

Schyuler listened to him as she came to his side, leaning back against the table, arms crossed over her stomach as she glanced over at him. "So, what do you think you should do?"

He pondered the question for a moment. "I've spent the war in the keep surrounded by guards and advisors. I need to walk the streets of Stormwind, to know whether it's hope or fear that beats in the heart of my people," He glanced up at the glass painting depiction of The Light before stepping away from the table, offering Schyuler a soft smile. "I welcome your company,"