Disclaimer:
The world of Azeroth belongs entirely to Blizzard Entertainment. I am merely a visitor In the wonderful World of Warcraft, although I have created some of the characters here.

Dedicated to everyone who has stuck by Faith and Sylvanas, and who believe, as I do, that they're meant to be together. Two souls in one.

I hope you enjoy it!

Love,

Lunarelle

Peace. What was that? What qualified anybody to know whether or not it had been achieved? Was it when people were no longer gearing up for war and instead rebuilt a life together, such as they'd never been able to have before? Was it the freedom to be able to be with a loved one, without worry or fear of separation?

The woman walking down the dark passageway had no idea. She had lived through times of peace in the past, certainly, many years previously. But never had she been free to share her life with the one she loved without boundaries.

There had always been boundaries. A conflict that demanded their attention. A leader requesting their presence elsewhere, away from each other. Always something to keep them from truly being together.

Not anymore. Never again.

As she passed below one of the torches that lit the passage, her features came into sharp contrast.

Pale gray skin that was kept unblemished and smooth by a spell. Almond-shaped red eyes that glowed in a terrifying way. Brittle white-blonde hair, kept tucked beneath a hood of frayed black leather. Lips that were a darker shade of gray, nearly black, and glossy because of another piece of magic.

Sylvanas Windrunner, Banshee Queen of the Forsaken. That was her name. Her title. Someone who struck fear in the hearts of enemies foolish enough to challenge her.

Someone who was deeply – desperately – in love with another. With Faith.

She went to her now, waking quickly, wanting to get to her, needing to be with her. Her body almost quivered at the thought of being in her arms.

Kissing her.

Nearly running down the passage now, she finally reached their chambers. She could feel the presence of her beloved on the other side. She opened her mouth, meaning to take a deep breath to calm herself down, but of course, that was pointless, because she couldn't breathe. Every once in a while, however, she found herself trying to revert to old habits she'd had when she'd been alive.

She opened the door.

Faith looked up as Sylvanas entered the room she was in. She smiled, putting her book down and getting to her feet.

She looked surreal. People had called her beautiful in life, although most elves had merited the adjective. But after she'd been raised from the dead, her appearance had changed. Oh, she had retained her features, but they had taken on a deathly shade.

Her skin was white. Not the mottled white of abominations, but pure white, as though it had been touched by snow. Her hair was exactly the same hue, which would have been striking enough on its own. But her eyes, her eyes were like burning coals in her face, glowing a smoldering orange that was the same venomous shade as her lips.

"Hi," she said, reaching for the queen.

Not saying a word, Sylvanas closed the door behind her and walked towards Faith, ignoring her hand.

"Are you okay?"

A single nod. She came closer, and Faith felt something within her, a need that she needed to fulfill. Immediately. Closing the space between them, she tilted her head up towards Sylvanas'. Their lips met.

It was as though the world had stopped turning, coalescing into that very moment. Sylvanas put her arms around Faith, pulling her as close as she could, but it wasn't enough. Her tongue slid into her mouth, and Faith's hands tightened their grip on her waist as she made a sound of longing.

They pulled away, briefly, looking at each other.

"This is a wonderful surprise," said Faith quietly, her finger tracing Sylvanas' lips softly. "I wasn't expecting you back until tonight."

"It is tonight," said Sylvanas, amused.

Tearing her gaze away from Sylvanas, Faith looked at the clock on the mantle, "Wow. I didn't even feel the day pass by. I've been doing research all day."

"You didn't miss me?"

"I always miss you." Faith kissed her gently, "How did it go?"

"As expected. There's nobody left in the tunnels beneath Orgrimmar, and, according to Ji, the devilsaur they got out is doing very well on its island."

Faith smiled, "That's good to hear." Her hands were slowly undoing the laces on Sylvanas' armor.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"Undressing you."

"Mmhmm. And why are you doing that?"

Faith froze, "You don't want to?"

"Be naked with you? I most certainly do, but you and I have a meeting to attend in the throne room in twenty minutes."

"I can be fast."

Sylvanas started to chuckle and put her hands over Faith's, "I want you. And knowing that you want me so badly is enough to drive me insane, you know that? Now, we have a meeting, but afterwards, you are mine, my love, and that's a promise." She kissed her, deeply.

Faith looked her up and down, in a way that made her feel completely exposed, "You're going to go to the meeting dressed like that?"

"You really want to see me naked don't you?" countered Sylvanas playfully.

"I really can't help that," Faith told her with a pout. She moved away, going to the closet and pulling out inky black corduroy robes with short sleeves. She started undressing herself, taking her time, being as Sylvanas was watching her, "You sure I can't tempt you?"

"Fiend," said the queen simply, sitting on the bed and taking off her boots. Faith stopped what she was doing immediately, her eyes wide as they followed her every movement. "Oh no you don't. You keep getting dressed, or we'll never make it to the meeting."

Faith grinned, putting on the dress, "Fasten it for me, please?"

"Come here." Standing, Sylvanas pulled Faith to her, her eyes widening slightly when she saw that the dress had a corset bodice. "When did you buy this?"

"Last week in Silvermoon."

"Good thing I wasn't with you. You wouldn't have made it out of the dressing room." She finished tying the corset's laces and turned Faith around, eyes raking over her body, "Light, these are sexy on you. Are you trying to kill me?"

"You like it?" wondered Faith, her face taking on a completely unconvincing innocent look.

"I think that the people at the meeting, whether living or dead, are going to have their eyes glued to your chest when you show up like that."

"You want me to change?"

Sylvanas shook her head, "I think that you should wear that dress for the rest of our lives." She leaned close and placed a slow kiss on Faith's neck, "But maybe put a cloak over it so that nobody gets… distracted."

"I'm dead. You're the only one who gets distracted by me anymore."

"I'd like to keep it that way," said Sylvanas, quickly changing into another pair of leggings and a tunic, "You need to stop buying me new clothes."

"No." Faith smiled at her, putting a black cloak over her shoulders, effectively covering up her dress, "Are you ready?"

She was. "Why do you look more like a queen than I do?"

"I don't. What gave you that idea?"

Sylvanas took her hand, "It's not an idea, it's a fact. Come on, or we'll be late." They walked leisurely down the corridor, stopping just once to kiss briefly. "Mmm, I can't remember the last time we did this."

"What? Kissed?"

"No. Been relaxed. Unworried about the state of the world. We haven't taken the time to just be together for a while. Usually, something always comes up to separate us."

Stopping again, Faith pressed another kiss to Sylvanas' lips, "The best part of being away is coming home to you. Nothing could be better for me."

"Except never leaving."

"Never leaving would be… can that happen? Would I be able to stay with you all the time? Would you even like that?"

"Would I like… how well do you know me?"

Faith laughed, "I know you well enough to know that I would probably drive you crazy after a while."

Shaking her head, Sylvanas led her the rest of the way to the throne room, where Rotvine was already waiting around a round table that had been placed along the wall. Garia and Vilak were standing with him, talking quietly.

Rotvine saw them and smiled to the best of his abilities, bowing to them, "My ladies," he said.

"Hi, Carrick," said Faith, smiling back at him.

"Hello," he replied. "I'm pleased to report that we have stationed all of the new guards in Undercity."

"The abominations?" asked Sylvanas.

He nodded. "We've changed their personalities a little so that they can be easier to talk to. They're friendlier too."

"Friendlier? I don't need them to be friendly."

"They're friendly towards us, until they see someone breaking a law. Then they turn into real abominations, and nobody wants that."

Sylvanas turned to Faith, "Was that your idea?"

"It was. Since you insist on having them guard Undercity now, I thought it best to make them easier for everyone to live with."

Rolling her eyes, Sylvanas sat in one of the chairs around the table, "Only you. They're called abominations for a reason." She nodded towards the entrance to the throne room, "Are the others on their way?"

"Yes, my Lady, they'll be right… oh, there they are."

Sylvanas waited until Eliza, Ambassador Sunsorrow and other dignitaries of Undercity were gathered around them, some of them sitting while others stayed on their feet. "I've called you all here regarding Garrosh's trial in Pandaria. As you know, it will be happening next week, and Faith will be called in as a witness."

Everyone nodded.

"I know that most of you have seen the uses of Garrosh's power over the past few months. But if you have any specific instances in mind that you'd like to talk about, let me know so that I can tell the August Celestials."

"You don't think they'll acquit him, do you?" asked Eliza.

"Not a chance," said Faith. "Even if he weren't convicted for what he did to me and Vol'jin, what happened in Theramore would be enough to send him to prison for the rest of his life, however long that may be."

"They won't sentence him to death?"

"That's unlikely. It's the August Celestials, they believe in giving people second chances."

"Let's hope we can convince them that he needs to be killed," said Sylvanas through gritted teeth. "Have all of our forces returned from Pandaria?"

"Most of them, yes," said Rotvine. "A few Forsaken elected to remain there because they…" his voice trailed off.

"Because they what?" asked Sylvanas, raising her eyebrows.

"They share Faith's opinion about the land."

Faith laughed, "They think it's pretty, and they want to see more of it?"

"That's the gist of it, yeah," he said.

Sylvanas placed her head in her hands and groaned, "Did I raise Forsaken or bunnies? What's with everyone thinking that everything is pretty these days?"

"We have you as our queen," Faith told her. "And there's nobody more beautiful in our eyes than you, but sometimes, we want to see something other than Undercity. Just sometimes."

"You just told me you wanted to stay with me."

"Not me! I've seen Pandaria and I'm happy to be home." Winking at Rotvine, she placed a loud kiss on Sylvanas' cheek. "It was a pretty place, though. You know, until we came and destroyed most of it."

Sylvanas rolled her eyes, "By all means, let me know if you want me to adopt the pandaren architectural style. Where would you like me to put the pagoda?"

"Brill," said Faith promptly.

"I guess we can get rid of that statue. It serves no purpose."

"Don't you dare take the statue away!" she screeched while everyone around the table started to laugh.

Sylvanas was smiling, "All right, we're done here. Think about the trial, and let me know if there's anything you want to bring up by tomorrow." She stood up, wrapped an arm around Faith and brought her back to their chambers, not bothering to stop anywhere along the way.

"Oh, you have that look on your face," remarked Faith as soon as they were alone.

"What look?"

"The one that says that you're going to have your way with me and not let me out of here for hours," Faith told her, slowly backing away from her. "Is that what you want?"

Sylvanas caught her, "Who's going to stop me?"

"No one," whispered Faith as their lips met.

Their lovemaking was slow, sensual. Faith, quite incapable of making a sound when Sylvanas found the entrance to her body, only managed to lie there, her eyes closed. One of her hands gripped the bedcovers while the other one held on to Sylvanas' shoulder, attempting to wrest some sort of control over herself.

It was futile, Sylvanas was too good at what she was doing. Faith's body held no secrets for her, and she soon had her reduced to a quivering puddle of ecstasy, crying out her name over and over again.

"You need more?" she asked, licking Faith's taste from her lips.

"More? Let me catch my breath, love…" whispered Faith, still seeing stars behind her closed eyelids.

"You're dead, sweetheart. You don't breathe."

"Figure of speech. Oh, Sylvanas, that was so good…"

"Yeah?" the queen lay her body over Faith's, kissing the hollow of her neck.

"Mmm, yeah." Her eyes opened, and her hand slid down Sylvanas' body, "Do you want –."

"No, no, this was about you, not about me." She moved her lips to catch Faith's in a slow kiss. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I always enjoy you."

That wasn't true, but Sylvanas let it slide, tracing patterns over Faith's skin with her forefinger. "I always wanted us to be together like this."

"What do you mean?"

"Just lounging about in bed. I used to imagine what it would be like to spend a whole morning in bed with you. Not necessarily making love, but eating breakfast in bed, reading the news, and just talking."

Faith smiled, looking at Sylvanas' hand, "Sounds good to me. We could probably do that, you know."

"If I didn't have an entire city to run, yeah, probably. But hardly any time goes by without someone needing something from me."

"I think it's mostly that people want to be near you."

Sylvanas nodded, "Yes. You and I have been alone now for nearly an hour, and I expect someone to come knocking at any time."

Faith started to answer, but was interrupted by the very thing Sylvanas had spoken of. The two of them looked at each other once before bursting into laughter. On the other side of the door, the guard who had knocked looked at Rotvine, surprised as the sound echoed down the corridor.

The week went by, and as the trial neared, Sylvanas began to tense again. She spent a lot of time in the Ruins of Lordaeron by the grave she'd had erected for Faith when she'd been missing and had been presumed dead.

Her mind went back to the horrible day of Faith's assassination, and she remembered the way her lover had bled in her arms, the life slowly draining out of her.

Her sessions at the grave were private ones. She made it a point to light the candles around the headstone every time she went there, refusing to have a spell put on them so that they'd burn without help.

Oh, my Faith, she thought. I wasn't able to protect you from him. It was my job to keep you safe, and I failed you.

"Sylvanas?"

Startled, Sylvanas looked up to find Faith walking towards her. "Faith…"

"What are you doing here, my love? What's wrong?" She knelt next to Sylvanas, brushing a dusty tear away from her face. "You're crying."

"Baby… could I just… can you give me a moment alone, please?"

Faith looked at her, then at the white grave, "Of course." She kissed her, "I'll be in the library when you're ready."

"Thanks," murmured Sylvanas. She watched her go, but realized suddenly that she didn't want to be alone. "Faith!"

Faith turned around, immediately walking back to her, "What is it?"

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for everything…" Overwhelming despair washed over her as she thought of everything Faith had endured because of her.

It was beginning to storm, the rain extinguishing the candles Sylvanas had lit. Faith cupped her face in her hands, "You don't have to apologize to me about anything, Sylvanas."

"I never wanted to leave you. Ever. I wanted us to be married, but first I was scared, and then I went ahead and died and left you with this mess, and you were alone, and you found me and –."

Faith kissed her, wrapping her arms around her so tightly she would have bruised her had she been alive. "I love you. I love you so much it hurts sometimes."

"I should have protected you…"

"All my life you've tried to protect me."

"I should have gone to Theramore with you… you wouldn't have been killed then."

"No, maybe we would have both been killed then. Honey, everything's okay."

Sylvanas shook her head, "It's not. You're dead. You were never meant to be dead, you should be alive, in the sun."

"Even when I was alive, Sylvanas, there was only one place I wanted to be, and that was with you. Come out of the rain with me. Please, my love."

They found themselves under one of the archways in the ruins, with Faith sitting against one of the columns, and Sylvanas resting between her legs, her eyes closed. She leaned back against Faith, who was slowly rubbing her arms and kissing her cheek occasionally. They stayed like that for quite some time, listening to the rain fall.

"Would you like to do something before the trial?" Faith asked her softly.

"The trial starts in the morning," said Sylvanas. "I'm not sure we'll have time to do anything. Did you have something particular in mind?"

"I just want to get away with you for a while, somewhere that won't remind us of… all this."

"There isn't a place on Azeroth that doesn't remind me of what happened, baby." Sylvanas opened her eyes, gazing up at the dark sky.

"We could go back to Grizzly Hills."

A smile, "I suppose we could. Although now that you no longer need to eat or sleep, we'd probably just make love."

"And that would be bad why?"

Sylvanas chuckled, "I'll think about it." She made a soft sound when Faith kissed a spot just behind her ear before her expression grew serious again, "Are you ready for the trial to start?"

"I have to be."

"I know you have to be, but are you ready? You'll have to live through what happened to you again."

"That'll be harder on you than on me," said Faith, wrapping her arms around Sylvanas.

"It'll be hard on both of us, but you're going to hate it. I don't know if I would have managed a trial against Arthas, to be honest. I live with what he did to me every day, but having to go through every detail again in front of someone? No, I don't think I could have done that." Sylvanas turned her head to look at Faith, "If you don't want to be there for the whole trial, you don't have to be."

"You'll be with me. That alone will make it more bearable."

Pressing her forehead against Faith's, Sylvanas closed her eyes again "I'll do everything in my power to make sure you're okay while all this is going on. I promise."

"I believe you." Faith kissed her, and a short while later, they went back inside the city, hand-in-hand. Neither was fully ready for what was about to happen, and part of them held a secret fear, a fear that something would go wrong once again.