Jaina's trip to Stormwind City had not been a happy one.
Despite King Varian's consideration on several fronts, those troublesome old nobles still nitpicked and stirred up trouble, venting their resentment over the encroachment on their merchants' guilds at Jaina.
We don't dare mess with that bastard Rowan, but a little girl who knows nothing but magic? We have plenty of ways to make life difficult for you.
"Your Highness, don't be angry. If they won't gather provisions, just forget it. The demon invasion in Elwynn Forest still hasn't been fully dealt with. The royal family definitely won't send troops north." Jenny knew it was not her place to say this. Although she was no longer a servant, deep down, she had always thought of herself as the little maid who looked after the young master and Her Highness.
Old Chairman Floyd often warned Jenny not to get involved in political discussions, but seeing Princess Jaina secretly wiping away her tears had truly upset her.
"It's all Rowan's fault. I told him ages ago that I'm no good at political maneuvering, but he insisted on dragging me into this mess." Remembering those old fossils calling Kul Tiras's Comecon a bunch of hypocrites who wanted to sell themselves while pretending to be saints, Jaina wanted nothing more than to blast the entire dome off the Cathedral of Light with arcane magic.
Jaina shook her head hard, her disheveled bangs falling across her eyes, but those old men's slander still echoed in her mind.
"You pocketed all the profits, and somehow you're the righteous ones now? What about the businesses you swallowed up from us? Do you really think Kul Tiras can control everything?"
"Where's Rowan? He didn't dare come himself, so he sent you to negotiate?"
"The Burning Legion's demons are