walkthedarkpath | Open Post Vergil Sparda

There absolutely is a gaping forsaken, staring at his King and Queen, as they... say hello. And when it's clear that they aren't stopping right away, he sort of slinks away. The Quarter isn't empty, by any stretch, and they certainly gain an audience, of various races. But on one that's smart enough to stay well back.

When she finally let's him breathe, she stays close, forehead touching his.

"I missed you, riom," she says in Italian, save for the affectionate.

Vergil will hunt him down when he remembers later that he had actual work to do. Keeping the queen happy was the most important job of the Queen's consort. Would they ever let him actually hold the title of king? He still demanded the respect either way. Vergil held her close and kissed her in return, pulling back to breath.

Those blue eyes staying on hers, as the corner of his lips curled into a grin.

"I missed you too, Innamorta. You must tell me all about your adventures, I have missed your voice as much as the rest of you." He returned, loving the sound of her speaking in Italian.

Well there's many reasons that she left him in charge. Only one of which was to show the Forsaken that he was worthy. The more often they had to follow him, the more they would see that he deserved to be crowned. And with hey being named Warchief, it was something she was intending to come to pass. The Forsaken needed a separate representation within the Horde. Yes, that representation would be highly bias, being her husband, but Vergil could be trusted to question her if it was warranted.

"Flatterer." Ah, but she smiles. One of her real smiles, that only he and Nero can bring to her. The kind of smile that made the onlookers talk behind their hands, because the rumors are true. Warchief Sylvanas really was smitten with her half demon husband.

"Are you in the middle of anything pressing?"

AS much as Vergil did love her, he would question her if he ever doubted her motivation, She was Queen of the Forsaken and War Chief but someone had to keep things running here while she was away. Even if he was an outsider he had come to think of the Undercity as his home and the people under his wife's protection likewise under his. Nero loved the Forsaken and the heirs of Sparda would protect the place.

"You love it, and you know it. DO not try to deny it." The half demon's hearing was sharp enough to hear those gasps two but he didn't care. No on would doubt them in moments like these, when he held her close and was gifted such a rare beautiful smile.

"Not as pressing as you, Come let's go. Nero is not due back for hours yet and all of the truly important matters are handled."

The truth was, being married- blissfully married- had done wonders for the state of the factions. It has shown the world that they're was still a heart inside the Banshee Queen's chest. And with Anduin Wrynn in charge of the Alliance, that little bit of 'goodness' had given him enough cause, to not press against the Horde, when all others passed at him for it. The gossip would only serve them well.

"You read my mind, beloved." Her hand slips down, clasping his. As they start to leave, the soft gasps and giggles, made behind hands, but them farewell. It's not like it isn't easily guessed where the Royal pair are going off to.

Vergil was never quite sure when people went from seeing her as a complete evil to seeing her as more human than she was, which was ironic given she wasn't human at all. He loved nurturing her dead heart, as much as he loved being in the thick of the Frey fighting along side the forsaken. The longer the old war cheif was dead the more at peace he came with it. He missed his old friend but now the world seemed more peaceful.

He lifted her hand as they walked, kissing her palm. The king loved the attention that much was always true and he could spoil her at the same time. Walking hand in hand towards their Chambers. "You have not missed much here aside from Nero is reading much better in all three languages."

"Excellent news. If he's becoming comfortable, we might inside him to a few more. Knowing what is being said around you can never go amiss."

Humanity is a subjective term. Sylvanas could spend hours breaking down the hypocrisy of the word, as humans rarely showed humanity to even their own kind. Humans were the least humane race she'd ever known. So to have it applied to her could be laughable, for several reasons. But let them think it, if only for the sake of peace, for her people, and safety for her family.

It takes far too long to walk through the city. She's impatient to be alone with her husband, and make up for lost time. Those one could say that the long absence was good for their relationship. As they tended to come crashing back to each other, with renewed fervor, after long stretches apart.

Indeed, that's exactly what happened the moment she had him behind closed doors. She crashes into him, pressing him back against the door, her hands framing his face, as she claims his mouth again. Clearly, really had missed him.

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