It had only been a few moments since her step-brother, Prince Anduin, was married. Catriah Renn sat in the last pew her hands folded in her lap with her head back in deep thought as her family filed past her. A strong hand groped her shoulder. Catriah opened one eye and sighed, closing it. "What do you want, Dad?"
Her step-father, Varian Wrynn, gave her shoulder a gentle squeaze. "Things will go back to normal. Maybe having Raiven around will be a good influence for you to be more.... lady like." He gave a nervous half-smile.
Catriah sighed. "Maybe. At least she's not as annoying as she was."
Varian patted her back. "We'll be back at the Keep when you decide to come home," he kissed her forehead and left when one of his little daughters, Tiffin, started to pull at his hand.
Catriah chuckled. Without knowing it, she dozed off.
She starled when the hourly bell tolled in the Cathedral. Catriah sat up and rubbed her eyes. Luckily the grandfather clock nearby said that she had only been asleep for about a half hour. She stood, stretching, and headed for the door.
There, she met one of her step-father's personal guards, Leeroy Wolfblood. The Gilnaen-born man was extremely tall with fiery read hair and piercing emerald eyes. He smiled at her. "Your father was worried about you."
Catriah was blushing and as fidgity as a school girl. "I know," she chuckled.
Leeroy was amused. "Come," he offered her his arm. "It looks like it'll start to rain any time soon."
Catriah took his arm with glee as the started back for Stormwind Keep. She couldn't help but to be attracted to her Father's guard. She thought of him to be perfetion. He lived by a chilvilrous code. He never tried to peek in on Ruki and Liyara changing, or preforming sexual acts on one another. He never spoke out of turn or raised his voice at a woman or child. Catriah understood well why her step-father appointed him to head guard of the Keep, but never will guess hwy he was single. He must be a man married to his work.
A rain drop splattered on Catriah's nose; she wiggled it in discomfort.
Leeroy ditatched his shield from his back and strapped it to his arm and held up above Catriah's head. I may not have an umbrella, but I hope this'll so, milady."
Catriah giggled. "It's fine. You don't have to protect me from the rain, ya know."
Leeroy chuckled. "Well I don't want someone as sweet as you to melt away in the rain," he said as the rain began to pick up.
Catriah was as red as the roses found in the Keep garden by the time they reached the Keep steps. Leeroy was dripping wet, his hair stuck to his face and armor.
Catriah was damp, but still fairly dry. "I feel bad, you having to walk out in the rain like this."
Leeroy chuckled. "It's my job to keep you and your family safe, even at the expense my own health."
Catriah picked up on the sound of the orchestra playing from the ballroom, she got a devious grin and moved Leeroy's arm away from her. "You would have to do anything I asked you to, right?"
"Well, I'd like to have a dance."
Leeroy smiled, "If that is what you wish, milady." He bowed to her.
She curtsied to him.
Leeroy took her hand in his and rested the other on the small of her back.
Catriah rested hers on his cold shoulderplate. She didn't mind that after they started swaying to the rythem of the violens and clarinets. She looked deep into his eyes and was lost in them, as he was hers. She knew he was twelve years her senior, but she couldn't help it. She stood on her tip-toes and planted a kiss on his lips. She chuckled as his trimmed facial hair tickled her chin and cheeks.
Leeroy pulled her close to preserve the embrace, not making any attempts to slide his tongue in her mouth or take advantage of her.
The two pulled apart, blushing and smiling at one another.
"We should dance in the rain more often," Catriah said with a playful smile.