Vengeance

Sitatias's POV

I squeezed my eyes shut, only to look up and see the man heavily decked out in a Captains uniform. He brought a whip down upon my bare back, I let out a shriek, the whip hit me again. The Captain yelled loudly, "30 lashes have been delivered to Sitatia Menethil. Kin of Arthas Menethil and Jaina Proudmoore. Rightful heir to the Northrend Throne and first female Lich King. Sitatia was charged with murder, theft, and exile. She is no longer welcome in Westfall." I groaned as the tight ropes were untied and I fell onto my chest, dust spraying into my face. They threw my armor back at me, I reluctantly put it back on, looking as some Guards tried to hold Maximus and tie him down. I raised my hand and a guard was hit with ice and froze in place. A cage of ice was formed around another guard. I snarled and mounted into Maximus, trotting atop the mountain and whistling to call everyone. "People of Westfall! I am, infact, the heir to Lich King. I will tell you all what my father told me.. Kill or be killed, only you can change your fate.. Goodbye wretched town.." I galloped on Maximus. He neighed and I looked over my shoulder to see arrows being shot at me. Looking as a group of hunters shot flaming arcane shots. I snarled and kicked Maximus, until we reached Ewlynn Forest, landing in Goldshire, I dismounted and led Maximus to the tie up area, looping his reins and patting his decaying shoulder. "Good boy, we will be home soon.. I promise.." I smiled and walked into the Inn. Looking as the guys sitting on the barstools were obviously drunk, one man reached for my butt and I grabbed his wrist, crushing it with enormous burst of strength. "No touching north or south of the equator.." I snapped cockily and sat down on the bar, "Give me a mug of beer.." Smirking as I quickly downed the mug and burping, gnomes and humans alike stared as I ordered another and downed it. Leaving the bartender my money and walking upstairs, seeing that one room was open. A large, muscular worgen male lie on the bottom bunk. "I guess we can share a room?" He smirked, "Absolutely beautiful.." I shook my head, "Don't call me that.." "What's your name kid?" He asked and I shot him a death glare. "Names Sitatia.." He looked like I had just slaughtered someone, "THE Sitatia?! Sitatia Menethil? Daughter of Arthas and Jaina?" I nodded like a smart-alec. "What's your name?" He smirked, striding off of the bed and walking a 360 degree circle. "Names Venour. Venour Pritchard. Son of Alice and Damien Pritchard. Both worgen Druids." I nodded, "A Druid huh? So you turn into like, birds, cats, and oversized whales?" I bust into laughter as he nodded. "Interesting.." He answered back smartly. "Well, I don't need to make comments since your a Death Knight. Not many girls are death knights. They normally are tailors, orphan masters, and occasional priests." I snorted, "Your accustoms to no girl fighting is annoying, and out of line. Besides, I've already been banned from- ah!" I felt a sharp pain in my head and collapsed, clutching my head. Hearing my fathers voice, 'Sitatia! Do not make peace with this worgen! He is not to be trusted.. Kill or be killed... King Varian told me of your outbreak, Annabelle is safe with me. Return to Stormwind City! Immediately.' I panted, looking as Venour had shifted into human, having high cheek bones, green stunning eyes, and a worried expression across his face. "What is is Sitatia?" He asked concerned. Venour placed a hand on my shoulder and I pulled away. "I must return to Stormwind.. I cannot trust you.. I'm sorry.." I ran out, my boots hitting the cobblestone path, frost forming behind me, I quickly untied Maximus and raced to Stormwind, seeing Venour run on all fours and chase after me before stopping. I quickly reached Stormwind Keep. Jumping off of Maximus and seeing Varian stand and speak immediately to me. "Your father is very disappointed. As am I. That is not why I've summoned you, your father and General Iroh have sent a large package. A dragon by the name of, er, Iceheart is tied up in the garden." My face lit up as I raced outside, seeing the dragon tied to a post, he screeched and nearly lept for joy. I hugged him and Iceheart's neck curled around me in a hug. I felt his boney head rub on my shoulder pads, scratching his nose and smiling. "How's my big boy? Miss me at home?" I heard footsteps and caught the smell of a worgen. "Well, Sitatia. Never thought that you would have a pet dragon.." I turned around and met Venour's gaze, Iceheart became uneasy and snarled, walking forward and growling aggressively. I patted the troubled dragon and spoke to Venour, "Iceheart has been my companion since birth. I wished he was here when I first arrived. What are you doing here?" Venour sighed, "King Varian is my uncle.. I'm here all the time. And since your gonna be apart of the protection services, a guard if you will. Here is your uniform. He handed me a set of plated armor, colored in blue, yellow, and silver, I threw it and Iceheart stomped on it, crushing the armor. "I'll stick to my own. And Iceheart can be a makeshift gryphon. I guess." Venour signed and nodded, "I'll tell Uncle Varian then." With that, he ran off to the throne room. I sighed and began to rub Iceheart with my hand, "Well, I guess we're gonna be part of P.S. huh boy?" Iceheart nodded and stuck his head up, breathing out blue fire and I grabbed his reins, scolding him. "Not around here! People can't know you do that!" Iceheart threw me an apologetic look. I saw his cute puppy face and smiled, "I cannot stay made at my Icey.." He panted and stuck his snake-like tongue out as if he were a Mastiff. Smiling and laughing hysterically. "Silly boy.." He sat down and picked his mighty leg up and begged like a puppy. I threw him a scrap of meat from my saddlebags. "We'll have to go for a ride sometime huh boy?" He snarled and nodded eagerly. "We better get some rest. Goodnight boy.." I walked into a guest room that a servant showed me, nodding my thanks and lying down onto the bed. Falling into a restful sleep.