Getting Started

Without Onyxia's bewitchment, Varian was still somewhat short-tempered, but with Tiffin there to keep him in check, he had improved considerably.

Varian and Tiffin had already been in love with each other, and their relationship warmed quickly. Whenever Varian returned to camp after a hard day's fighting, dusty and tired, someone would be there to greet him, help him out of his armor, and wipe him down. A table full of steaming-hot dishes would be waiting for him, nothing like the food served in the barracks each day.

But, of course, this kind of life couldn't last. Both Varian and Bovar knew it would hurt the army's morale, so in the end, Varian had Tiffin escorted back to Stormwind City.

"Smack!"

A slap sent Onyxia, who had returned to her human form, crashing to the ground. Nefarian, who had also taken elven form, saw his sister struck and clenched his fists, about to rush forward, but Onyxia stopped him with a look.

"Smack!"

Onyxia had only just gotten up. Before she could steady herself, another slap came down, knocking her to the ground again.

"Did I tell you to get up?! Onyxia!"

"No, Father. I'm sorry."

Looking at the middle-aged man before her, with his neatly combed hair, fine clothes, and handsome features, Onyxia felt furious, but she didn't dare show the slightest trace of dissatisfaction. She knew what kind of power this man possessed. Until she had enough strength to stand against him, no matter how much she hated him, she could only bury that hatred deep in her heart.

"Father, Father, Onyxia knows she was wrong. Please forgive her!"

Nefarian couldn't bear to watch his sister get slapped over and over, so he stepped forward to plead with their father, reaching out to grab his arm. The