Another Princess-Talanji Arrives Too

Deren's days passed slowly yet thrillingly amid Onyxia's wary gaze, Jaina's morning "kitchen drills," and the peculiar atmosphere of explaining "selflessness, Personlessness, Sentientlessness" to a houseful of powerful yet differently minded "female students."

He felt like a steak being slowly grilled over a low flame, pressed on one side by the "warmth" of family life and tortured on the other by the "lofty" ordeal of philosophical lessons.

Until that afternoon, when Jaina teleported over again with a report: an important figure had arrived.

"Who is it this time? Don't tell me it's another queen, or some other Princess!" The moment Onyxia heard Jaina's report, she practically sprang from the sofa. Her eyes were filled with vigilance and a hint of despair. She felt that Deren's "Princess-attracting physique" was evolving at a terrifying rate. At this rate, their home would truly become a princess exhibition.

On hearing the Black Dragon's words, Jaina looked surprised. "You guessed right. Not a human, and not an elf. A Troll! Judging by their banners and decorations, they're Zandalari Trolls! A... Princess?"

"A Troll Princess?!" Onyxia nearly jumped on the spot in shock, her dragon tail unconsciously sweeping across the floor. "What kind of development is this?! Has Deren's appeal become this broad already?!"

Deren was baffled too. The Zandalar Princess? Talanji? According to the intelligence, shouldn't she have been chatting amiably with Thrall in Orgrimmar? What was she doing in Theramore?

When Princess Talanji set foot on Theramore's soil under the escort of her guards, she too felt a trace of confusion. Following the decree of her father, king Rastakhan, she had headed for Orgrimmar to establish ties with the Horde and seek powerful allies for Zandalar. Yet when her fleet passed through Theramore's human territorial waters, the Loa she served—the mighty dinosaur Loa, Rezan—sent