"But he's perfect!" said the older Sin'Dorei woman in a shrill voice, to the younger red head. The young woman shook her head and frowned, seemingly uninterested in the boy who was just patrolling the forest with the other blood knights.
"No, mother," she sighed, "He is not interested in me, or any other female, and his mind is feeble."
"He's a noble, Athalia, you should consider this before you pass your judgment on him."
"We're nobles, he fell into his 'nobility' by birthright. His family is strong, but I assure you, he will be dead before he is fully fledged." Athalia folded her arms, her pouting lips forming into an unamused line, "I don't care what you and father worked out with his family, I will not marry him."
"You will Athalia, and I can assure you of that." Athalia's mother moved hair from her face and fixed her gaze on her daughter. Athalia scrunched her nose, she did not approve of her mothers mocking tone. "When five years have come and gone, you will be with him, as his wife. You will be forty-five then, and more than able to begin tending to his needs."
The young red headed Sin'dorei looked shocked and she sputtered , "Bu-but I will not even be an adult!" she trembled with a mixture of anger and fear.
Nodding her mother smirked, "But he will be, and he, as your betrothed, will be the only thing to worry your pretty head about."
Athalia shot a glare at her mother, muttering and swearing as she stormed away from her. Her mother smirked as if to pat herself on the back for her accomplishment. In the distance she watched the young man she had planned for her eldest daughter. He trailed behind another knight, every so often stopping to survey them with a dumb grin on his face.
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Making her way to the priests, Athalia though over everything her mother said, she muttered as she reached a priestess who's hood covored her face, and garb that covered every inch of her skin.
"You are ready to continue your training, young priestess?" Her words rang through the air, clear and strong.
Athalia smirked and nodded, "My 'Betrothed' wants me to be the strongest healer he can find in Azeroth." She paused and a smirk spread across her face, "He would also like me to learn the ways of the shadows, to counter any and all attacks."
"As you wish, young one, your training will not be complete for years to come, but we will start... Now." The hooded figure lead Athalia into a room, and Athalia grinned wickedly, a small aura of shadow flowing through her.