Sylvanas watched through an enchanted mirror as Jaina Proudmoore approached her city. Sylvanas had called her here under the guise of discussing a treaty and the lovely mage seemed to have taken the bait. The image in the mirror focused in on Jaina's beautiful pale face, that golden hair…hair Sylvanas had had in life…and those hauntingly beautiful blue eyes.

There was no treaty; the Horde was uninterested since Thrall had left Garrosh in charge. Sylvanas had other plans for Jaina. She had called her here for a different purpose. Ever since Arthas had finally died, Sylvanas had been without purpose and still had been enraged that she personally had not played a direct role in his demise. In her slowly encroaching madness, she'd decided to exact her revenge on the woman he had loved. A woman she herself desired.

Sylvanas had never had much of an interest in letting her life be dominated by some male. When she had been alive she'd had many suitors and turned them all down in favor of life at the top of her profession of choice. As ranger general, she'd started to see herself as a hero and sometimes for a bit of absurdity to amuse her, would imagine herself as the type to rescue damsels or fall in love with pretty girls. Back then it was merely an amusing pastime to think of these things, she's never REALLY been more than mildly attracted to another woman.

However, Jaina ignited something in Sylvanas. Hatred, envy, lust…Hatred for her weakness in still loving Arthas after what he had done, still believing there might have been good in him. Envy of her life, her beauty, her allure, Sylvanas had once had all of that, once she'd been beautiful and flawless. The lust was the strangest part. Normally someone Sylvanas hated or envied would be marked for immediate destruction, but not Jaina. Sylvanas wanted more than that. She wanted the mage writhing and moaning beneath her, begging for her, a final chance to spit in Arthas' face, though he was dead. If she couldn't be the one to kill him, she'd be the one to defile his pretty former love and make her admit Sylvanas was better than Arthas was.

But now it was time. When she arrived in the elevator down into Undercity, Sylvanas froze the controls on the elevator and filled it with a sleeping toxin. Before Jaina knew what was happening, she collapsed unconscious, her beautiful form crumpling to the ground like a dove hit with an arrow. The minute Sylvanas was certain Lady Proudmoore was thoroughly unconscious, she approached the elevator, let it move again and stepped delicately in, picking Jaina up in her arms like a parody of a groom carrying his bride to their honeymoon suite.

That idea did occur to Sylvanas as she brushed a lock of stray golden hair out of Jaina's pretty face. The idea was ludicrous, but quite amusing and as she thought so, she even leaned down and gave Jaina a soft kiss on the lips as she carried her. "I know what they all see in you, my dear, you are beautiful." She said softly with a smirk.

Finally, she arrived back at her chambers, placing Jaina on a warm, soft bed. She left the room and shut the door, locking it tightly and walking towards her throne room to see what that oaf Hellscream had for her to deal with today. She would play with her new toy later, but that stupid sack of shit couldn't know about the pretty little present Sylvanas had gotten herself, Hellscream would want the girl all to himself, or worse he'd kill her.

Meanwhile, Jaina was just waking up. She found herself unable to move, though. She was not bound, but she was smart enough to know there was a spell binding her in place and also locking her own magic, so struggling would be absolutely useless. She frowned, realizing all that she could do was wait. She at least knew that she must have been in Undercity as the walls were decrepit stone dripping with slime, the old sewers and dungeons from what she remember of her childhood spent occasionally visiting Arthas there. How fitting, then, that she should be a prisoner here, though clearly the one who imprisoned her considered this room to be more luxurious than a prison cell.

After what felt like hours, the door finally opened and in stepped Lady Windrunner. "Greetings, sweet one…Hmm…For all the implications of that word, it is bitter upon my lips…Perhaps yours will not be." She leaned down to kiss Jaina's soft lips again. "You're beautiful." She ran her hands down Jaina's arms. "I can see why he loved you….and now….now he's gone…" She smirked coldly. "Who else wants you? Thrall doesn't…I know a prize like you will not settle for a buffoon like Varian…"

"I…" Jaina looked up at her, seeming to struggle for words. "Is this why you called me here? To drug me and try to….try to…" She shook her head. "Y…You must be mad…I came here to speak to you of a peace treaty, not to be…to be…Whatever this is, because it certainly isn't a courtship…it's…it's insanity!"

"Of course it isn't courtship. Whores aren't normally courted, they are bought." Sylvanas replied with a nasty look upon her face.

"A…A whore?" Jaina's eyes widened. "You…you think I'm…." She shook her head. "That isn't true…"

"Isn't it?" Sylvanas shook her head. "I hardly believe that."

Jaina's eyes narrowed. "Why? It's true, I'm not."

"How many leaders have you fucked?" Sylvanas laughed hollowly. "Oh, I know, all in the name of peace, you're at least a well-intentioned whore…but it doesn't change what you are." She grabbed a handful of Jaina's long golden hair, yanking her into a sitting position and forcing another kiss on her lips. "And worse of all, you would have taken Arthas back after all he did to the world, to me…just because you wanted him. You'd forgive every atrocity he committed just so you could share his bed again, admit it." She bit Jaina's lip roughly, gripping her shoulders and digging her nails in. "Filthy slut."

Jaina yelped in pain, her lip and her shoulders now bleeding as she looked up at Sylvanas. Her magic was still dampened and her body locked by some spell or toxin, she wasn't sure which, so she had no way to fight back. All she could do was wince and squeal from the pain.

"Oh, now come my lady, do not close your eyes, they're the loveliest thing about you…I could stare into them for an eternity…" Sylvanas smiled darkly, gazing into Jaina's wide, frightened blue eyes. "They tell me the truth. The rest of your face utterly stoic in this moment, your eyes show me you're just a frightened child….But you needn't be afraid, you're mine, and I keep my possessions in good condition."