Daelin Captured

"Varian invited me to Stormwind City for a victory banquet? What use was the Kingdom of Stormwind in this war, aside from sending a few weapons? We in Kul Tiras were the ones who defeated the Horde! The heroes of Kul Tiras are the ones who deserve to enjoy the fruits of victory! What right does Varian have to ask me to go to Stormwind City?"

After the victory, the enthusiasm of the people of Kul Tiras and congratulatory letters from the powers of other nations made Daelin's heart swell rapidly, like an inflating balloon.

Though Daelin's outward demeanor remained unchanged, inwardly he had already come to look down on every king of his generation.

Llane needed no mention—he had died at the hands of the Horde. The same went for Terenas II, whose capital had been attacked by the Horde. The other kings were even less worth mentioning. Only he, Daelin Proudmoore, the admiral of the seas, had defeated the Horde head-on.

So, in Daelin's eyes, Varian was just a young upstart. To think he'd use Daelin's victory to hold a banquet and invite him was an insult to Daelin, a desecration of his honor. At that moment, Daelin even imagined bringing his Invincible Fleet to Stormwind City's harbor, so that little Varian could see what true strength looked like.

"Pearce! Assemble the fleet!"

Daelin had never been one to hesitate. Once he made up his mind, he acted at once. But Pearce didn't understand his father's intentions. He stood where he was and asked respectfully,

"Father, the Horde has already withdrawn. Why are we assembling the fleet?"

"To attend the victory banquet, of course!"

Daelin was smiling, but Pearce felt a chill and didn't dare linger. Head bowed, he left the palace and relayed Daelin's orders to the