While Kalimdor Continent was ablaze with real blood-and-steel fighting, with both sides in the Horde civil war beating each other up out of sheer camaraderie, an epic family drama was unfolding across the sea in the Eastern Kingdoms.
Stormwind City, Noble District, Onyxia's seaside manor.
The atmosphere here was grim. A group of black-haired, black-eyed humans glared murderously at one another, making no effort to hide their hands gripping their weapons.
"Every kind of bastard dares challenge Her Highness now. We'll slaughter every last one of you! Deathwing's plans are worthless before Her Highness!"
"Before our beloved prince, that bitch Onyxia is the mongrel with impure blood!"
"You're not far from death." Hearing their compatriots openly insult Onyxia, the Black Dragon guards of the Princess faction immediately narrowed their eyes.
In the extravagantly decorated reception hall, the Black Prince Wrathion lounged leisurely in a soft chair, completely ignoring the dozen or so hostile Black Dragon draconians staring at him from around the hall.
"You useless, worthless little brother truly leaves me bored. I can't even summon the slightest interest in killing you. My dear father, Deathwing, placed the hopes of the Black Dragonflight on you? What an absolute joke."
Onyxia reclined comfortably on the sofa and gave Wrathion, seated across from her, a sidelong glance. Then she elegantly waved her hand. The Black Dragon guards behind her immediately brought over a glass of fine imported Kul Tiras wine, every inch the manner of a Stormwind Kingdom noble.
"I have no intention of fighting you for control of the Black Dragonflight, nor do I care about the legitimacy or purity of bloodlines. Whatever plans or intentions Father has for me, I do not intend to obediently follow them."
Wrathion shrugged. Some time ago, he had met the Great Goblin Gallywix on