Title : The Ambassador

Author : KailaRosa

Pairing : Own Female Character / Garrosh Hellscream

Story Rated : R

Chapter Rated : T-Rated

Why-on-Earth : Whoever will see Garrosh Hellscream will scream WHY? Well... At first, this story wasn't supposed to have him as a partner with my own character. Things turned a lot different when I started to talk with my muse, Scarlett (thanks huney, even if you as well as millions of persons hate him, you actually made me change my mind :) ). I picture Garrosh Hellscream differently. And with the upcoming Cataclysm, I have a feeling Blizzard read my mind, somehow, and hopefully, after this story, you will hate him less... He's just a misunderstood character :)

Disclaimer : I do not own any material from Blizzard Entertainment, except my High Priestess Rosalyne, and sadly, I do not own Garrosh Hellscream :(. Everything is the property of Blizzard. Most of the character in the story are from the lore, except Rosalyne, and Aleeria who will have an appearance in the recap memories. Please, do not use any character, unless asking. Both me and Scarlett are very protective of our babies. Thank you!

N/A : The Ambassador is in fact the middle story, between Fragment of the Past (that is already done and needs BETA) and Old Times (still in progress and being BETA). The story is set after the Argent Crusade started to push their forces through Icecrown, in order to confront the Lich King. High Priestess Rosalyne was sent to help Lady Jaina Proudmoore in her duties as Priestess in Theramore. The Horde's roguish characters brings Thrall to contact the Archmage, in order to attempt another peace treaty between Orgrimmar and Threamore. Some unexpected visitor appeared and consequences issued. Rosalyne will soon be sent among the Horde as an Ambassador of the Alliance... beside the most Alliance-hater, Overlord Garrosh Hellscream... Yes it's a long story and complicated but I hope you enjoy it, as much as I enjoyed writing it...

Prologue : The Letter

Theramore City's endless fog obscured the harbour, rain falling down like a curtain from the gray clouds hovering endlessly above the city.

Coming out of the Foothold Citadel, the Draenei priestess didn't bother covering her head from the rain as she ran towards the giant tower. Every day was the same here; rain and fog. The small water drops would mess up her dark blue hair, but she didn't.

Entering the giant tower, the priestess headed up the stairs to her left, running as fast as her tired hooves would allow her. Jaina was waiting for her; she was late. Holding on to her purple dress, she made sure she grabbed her grey cloak at the same time, so she could run faster without being afraid to fall. Jaina would be agitated. She knew how Jaina hated it when she was late. However, the last refugee that had been send by Tabetha had been gravely injured and she had needed to double her work to heal him. She felt like the spiral stairs were taking her forever to climb, even though she was running and her anxiety was making her even more impatient.

At long last she reached the top of the tower and entered it. A beautiful frown appeared on her brown-hued face when she saw Jaina standing near her study table with the Chamberlain, Aegwynn.

"I am sorry for the delay, Lady Proudmoore. I was helping the last refugee…" She stammered, quite out of breath.

Jaina nodded, smiling, "I understand, Rosalyne. Shall we discuss the letter?"

Rosalyne blinked. "A letter? From whom?" She replied while looking at the seal on the piece of paper. It was strangely alike to the Horde's one.

Aegwynn smiled knowingly at Jaina, then looked at the priestess, "From our dear friend, Warchief Thrall."

Rosalyne gasped as she looked at the old woman. Jaina cleared her throat, giving her Chamberlain a meaningful look, even though that didn't seem to affect the woman at all.

"We need to visit the Warchief and his Ambassador. I would like you to come with me, Rosalyne", the Archmage ordered gently.

Aegwynn frowned, looking at Jaina. "I don't want to take care of all this alone again… I'm getting old, Jaina, my patience is short."

Recently, a lot of incidents from rogue Horde have occurred. Thrall had control on the Horde, however some would still follow their own rules. There was hardly anything the Warchief could do for these. Most attacks were originated from Dustwallow Marsh, or from the borders of Barrens. The letter was, of course, of this matter.

When Rosalyne had been asked to be Jaina's second-in-command, to lead when Jaina was leaving for a meeting, Aegwynn had been the first to step up and approve of her decision. Lady Aegwynn was getting old. Dealing with the citizenship, armies, sick people and papers of Theramore City was tiring.

Jaina's look for her mentor softened. She knew that Aegwynn didn't want to do the second in command job again, and would have to use her last card again, even though she had used it recently already. "I know I wasn't supposed to ask you to be my second-in-command once again, Magna Aegwynn, but you must watch over the citizens once we are gone. I'll be back in a couple of days after the matter is discussed with the Warchief. It's the last time I will ask you to do this."

"You said the same thing when our meeting with that pompous King occurred." Sighed the old mage. "Alright, I'll do it, but this is most definitely the last time!"