Jaina realized she needed to charm a young boy, ideally with a mix of maternal love and everything else. The relationship between a man and a woman could not be purely platonic, especially given the significant age difference between Jaina and Anduin.
She had to carefully plan and devise a clever arrangement.
Like a chivalric romance novel, the male and female protagonists meet by chance and forge a strong bond, becoming teacher, friend, and mother all at once, with a slightly ambiguous, confidante-like relationship. Jaina is greedy; she wants it all.
That evening, the weather was fine and sunny. Anduin finished his day's classes and followed a group of elegantly dressed noble boys who ran noisily out of the classroom. Anduin difficulty, like a lonely little lamb.
The geography tutor assigned Prince Anduin a heavy workload, all to him alone, forcing him to drag the enormous wooden box along. Guards waited at the street corner, and he had to walk a distance alone. He was a noble Prince, a fearsome figure, independent and unconventional; no one wanted to be his friend.
Whoosh!
A strange gust of wind and rain suddenly fell, pelting Anduin. The poor Prince was instantly soaked to the bone, with countless raindrops falling on him, while the ground around him remained dry.
The noble youths first gasped in surprise at Anduin's soaking wet and disheveled appearance, then burst into laughter.
Anduin alone, feeling utterly helpless, as if the world had abandoned him.
He only needed to call out, and the guards on the street would run over, carry him back to the warm carriage, and immediately change him into a clean set of clothes.
But he stubbornly gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a sound, and alone tasted the bitterness of loneliness.
Stormwind City is located by the sea, and cumulonimbus clouds often fill the sky. Azeroth is a world of magic, and strange things often happen, such as the strange rain that Anduin. In most cases, one can only accept one's bad luck.
"You're soaking wet, Prince Anduin."
A gentle, warm voice came from behind him. Anduin saw the beautiful Jaina. At that moment, he did not recognize the ruler of Theramore and thought he had encountered a strange noblewoman.
Jaina, dressed in a pink dress and wearing a white lady's hat, looked gentle, beautiful, and poised. With a concerned expression, she took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the rain from Anduin's face.
The alluring fragrance and the warmth of her jade-like hands brushing against his face felt like a ray of dawn breaking through the darkness, or like being captured by Ogre and rescued by a valiant female knight who had defeated Ogre and helped him escape its filthy Ogre.
At this age, Anduin was immersed in the fantasies of chivalric novels: Evil Dragons, beautiful maidens, hero's companions, and the rich rewards after defeating the Dragon —these were timeless themes.
When he saw Jaina's attire and deduced that she was a young woman of marriageable age, he felt a sense of relief for some reason.
Anduin had no idea how many times Jaina had rehearsed this simple movement, and how she had carefully chosen the pink dress that would touch Anduin's heart from hundreds of outfits.
Opportunity always favors the prepared mind.
"Come with me, I'll help you wash up." Jaina took Anduin's hand. Anduin remembered his upbringing and was told not to leave with strangers, but Jaina quickly put his mind at ease.
"Are those your guards on the street? Don't worry, I'll explain to them."
A freckled maid ran quickly over and spoke to the guards on the street. One of the guards peeked at Anduin before turning away. Anduin relieved and let Jaina pull him away.
Just a dozen steps away, in a house on the side of the street, Anduin entered Jaina's boudoir and smelled an alluring sweet fragrance. The furnishings inside were extremely simple, but everywhere exuded warmth, such as the carpet embroidered with beautiful little flowers on the bench, as if everything was just right.
Jaina lifted the curtain in the corner, revealing a clean and tidy bathroom with a bathtub filled with water.
"Right here, take off your clothes, Prince Highness," Jaina teased playfully, her manner charming and endearing.
Anduin his breath, "I can manage on my own."
"Such a little kid, already knowing how to be shy?" Jaina chuckled, patting Anduin's head without forcing him, respecting his privacy.
Anduin hurriedly pulled the curtain shut and threw his clothes outside.
The comfortably warm bathwater submerged his body; his heart pounded with nervous anticipation as he tried to guess the identity of the beautiful young woman. The old geography teacher, a stubborn and pedantic scholar, seemed to have a beautiful granddaughter. The house was very close to his classroom; it must be her.
Anduin suddenly realized that the old scholar wasn't so unpleasant after all.
After drying himself off, Anduin came out in his bathrobe and saw a bright Flame burning in Jaina's palm, warming his clothes.
"You're a Mage?" Anduin surprise.
"I'm sorry, I don't have any clothes that suit you here, so this is all I can do." Jaina tilted her head slightly, revealing a lovely smile. "Would you like a cup of hot tea? I happen to have some delicate snacks prepared."
A cup of fragrant hot tea was placed in Anduin's palm; this was exactly what he needed.
At this age, Anduin was full of curiosity about magic. Although he often heard the word "magic," mages were not common. Jaina told Anduin a few interesting stories about magic, which immediately captivated him.
Jaina's beauty and elegant demeanor stirred a strange restlessness in Anduin's heart. Having never experienced such gentle beauty since losing his mother, a void within him gradually filled. Countess Katrana Prestor was also beautiful, but she seemed to be constantly spewing fiery Flame, leaving him no time to even feel fear.
"These are your things?" Jaina asked, pointing to the wooden box.
This is Anduin's homework: a complete puzzle of the Azeroth Continent. All the other students have finished, but Anduin failed and has to take it home to complete.
King Varian was very cold towards Anduin, always ignoring him. Anduin knew he had no one to consult. Jaina, with nimble fingers, deftly completed the puzzle: Eastern Kingdoms, Kamlido, Pandaria, the Broken Isles. Jaina pointed to Northrend in the north. "This isn't your fault; there's an extra piece here."
Jaina's finger was pointing directly at the Frozen Throne.
"This should be removed, like some kind of trash that must be swept away, and then the world will be perfect."
Jaina removed the Frozen Throne, completing the puzzle of Azeroth perfectly. Anduin stared blankly, thinking it did indeed look much better.
Then, Jaina pointed in the direction of Durotar: "This is Horde territory, Orgrimmar, the home of the Orcs."
"Uncle Bolvar said the Orcs are a bunch of brutal beasts who once stormed Kingdom of Stormwind and killed many people." Anduin his best to show off his knowledge, just like any other child who wanted attention.
Jaina stroked Anduin's head, smiling gently, "That's because your Uncle Bolvar has never seen Orcs. They are so kind and loving, just like us humans, a civilized and benevolent race. Although they have sharp fangs, Orcs are not rude. They are brave and honorable, a noble race."
Jaina found it somewhat amusing. Years ago, she had been deceived by the Orcs and sent countless amounts of meat to the Orcs internment camp. Now, she was about to lie to a child, a truly ironic situation.
Without experiencing war, one cannot truly understand its cruelty. Anduin was born after the two Orcs Wars, and he could not comprehend the inhumane massacres and bloodshed that followed the fall of Kingdom of Stormwind to the Orcs. He easily believed Jaina based solely on his own likes and dislikes.
"The Burning Legion and the demons are the Demons who have done wrong; the Orcs are innocent." Jaina defended the Orcs as always, pointing again to a location on the map. "This is Kingdom of Stormwind. If humans and Orcs unite, they can break through the Frozen Throne and kill the Evil Lich King Arthas."
Anduin puzzled and whispered, "Uncle Bolvar told me that the Lich King Arthas is actually a good person. He's an ally of Kingdom of Stormwind, and as long as the Lich King is alive, Kingdom of Stormwind is safe. However, to outsiders, we must say that the Lich King is Evil."
"That's just a white lie to fool a child," Jaina smiled. "You're too young. Uncle Bolvar was worried about scaring you. When you grow up, you'll know how Evil the Lich King is. He's like the dragon in chivalric romances, and every warrior on the Azeroth Continent dreams of defeating him."
"I'm all grown up now," Anduin said stubbornly.
Jaina made a playful face and pointed to Theramore on the map, saying, "Test your knowledge, Prince Highness, do you know what this place is?"
"The Swamp of Theramore," Anduin blurted out. "Uncle Bolvar told me that an Evil old hag lives there, she's wicked beyond measure, her name is Jaina."
"Damn Bolvar, is this how you raise children?" Jaina's expression changed, and she cursed inwardly.
"Prince Highness, do you think I'm Evil?" Jaina forced a perfect smile.
Anduin shook his head.
"I am Jaina, the ruler of Theramore," Jaina said calmly.
Anduin stared in astonishment at the beautiful Jaina. At that moment, his nascent worldview collapsed from its very foundation. The self-righteous Anduin felt as if he had been tricked.
How could such a beautiful older sister, with a motherly gentleness, kindness, and charm, and radiating a pleasant fragrance, be an old witch?
Was Uncle Bolvar lying to me? Anduin wondered.
With just the right amount of seductive magic, the application of magical artifacts, a uniquely formulated perfume, and special psychological suggestion, Jaina felt like an Evil mother spider weaving a gentle web, which the poor Prince Anduin found himself trapped in, unable to extricate himself.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Jaina sighed deeply, "Your father frustrates me greatly. He's unwilling to talk to the Orcs, even just to listen to what Thrall has to say. I'm sorry you overheard this."
"I believe so," Anduin said in the same tone, like a little adult trying to sound mature. "I've seen a lot at this age, and I'm willing to talk to my father."