Arrangements

Although Theramore was newly established, Jaina had a keen business sense. Thanks to its coastal location, its escort by Kul Tiras warships, and its good relations with the Horde, she traded goods among the Night Elves, the Horde, and the Alliance, earning a profit from the price differences. The profits weren't as immense as those of the Horde's large city of Ratchet, but her profit margins were considerably higher. After all, many goods that entered the Alliance through Ratchet had been smuggled in, and contraband naturally cost more and was subject to haggling.

Yet today, Theramore, of which Jaina was so proud, had become her nightmare. Leiluo had chosen it as the place to hold Daelin's public trial precisely because it lay in Night Elf territory and was also Alliance ground.

Perhaps Leiluo had made the right choice, but to Jaina, it was like a bolt from the blue.

"No!!!"

Jaina had never been a gentle, demure young lady, but neither had she ever been a vicious monster. The guards of Theramore had never heard such a heart-rending scream from her before.

At that moment, everything on the table irritated Jaina, so all of it had ended up scattered across the floor.

"Lorena, gather some people and come with me to rescue my father! I'm going to save him!"

Jaina said, then prepared to rush out of the room, but Lorena grabbed her and held her back. Lorena wasn't as strong as Jaina, but Jaina was only a mage—a human mage, without the Night Elves' barbaric genes. So Lorena, accustomed to braving the wind and rain at sea, had no trouble restraining her.

"Jaina, calm down! Calm down! If the Horde dares to try Your Majesty here in Theramore, they must be absolutely confident. King Varian and all the Alliance