Journey to Northrend
The zephyr-like winds of Shattrath had greeted them both that morning with its normal gaity. Lilthessa rose to find Del already dressed within his usual garb, as if preparing for battle. His silver-kissed tresses tied back in the typical, comfortable style, just the long tail over his shoulder. Her own silken nightclothes fell languidly against her form. Sleep still lingered within her eyes and she brushed the dust away to gaze at her love’s features for just a moment.
“You wanted to learn more about me, my love.” Del had said the night earlier among the flickering lights of Shattrath. Lilthessa had nodded. If he were the man she would marry, then she would know all. No secrets. “Tomorrow then, at dawn, we will travel to the Cathedral within Icecrown.” His proud voice cutting the warm air, continued.
Lilthessa mumbled to herself: “Why was it always at dawn?”
A letter, sealed in crimson wax is delivered by the hand of a young sin'dorei footman wearing the livery of House Akh'Argar. Inside, the words are neat and scholarly Thalassian on cream parchment.