"I'm going to be quiet. Tiffin, we both need to be quiet. Varian's voice was hoarse, and he walked out of the room and locked the door with his backhand. He leaned his back against the door wearily and looked up at the ceiling in focus.

His memories flew back to what seemed like a long, long time ago.

The Kingdom of Azeroth, located in the south-central part of the Eastern Kingdom's continent, does not believe in the Holy Light as Lordaeron and Fort Riptide in the north.

But his father, King Lane, needed the support of the Church against the growing Council of Nobles, and the Church needed the King's support to spread the doctrine and increase the number of believers.

Under such a striking political interest, marriage became the most reliable and secret means of concluding covenants.

As a result, as King Lane's only son, Varian and Tiffin's marriage was a political marriage that had been secretly entered into by the church and his father since before Tiffin was born.

In order to disguise the real beneficiary behind this political marriage, Tiffin severed her superficial ties with her as a father at the top of the church, and secretly sent her to a small nobleman's house in the Wild West for foster care.

Varian was much older than Tiffany, so unlike Tiffin's ignorance, he had known about it early on. It was also the first responsibility he had as a prince. But before he officially met her, it was the most turbulent day of his life.

The orcs fought for his father, and the war destroyed his home.

At that time, in addition to the title of prince and the loyal regent Anduin. Outside of Lothar, there is nothing. And with Lothar's prestige and status at that time, and even his bloodline, if he wanted to replace him as king, he had no power to resist at all.

On more than one occasion he overheard (and perhaps deliberately told to him) that the kings of other kingdoms had proposed that Lothar be king.

Young Varian admired and believed in Lothar in his heart, but in a strange land, in a strange court, even if the king of Lordaeron treated him as his own, there was no trepidation in his heart.

In order to overcome the fragility of his heart, he went crazy and worked hard to learn the national policy of martial arts. Self-discipline and self-discipline, and do your best to do your best. It wasn't until he reached the age of eighteen, and with the help of King Lordaeron, Varian officially ascended the throne as king of the kingdom of Azeroth.

He finally became King of Wrynn. And his heart has no indescribable unease and fear, which only he knows. This taste has never left for a day.

Becoming a king meant that he had to take on greater and more responsibilities. And it is impossible to be able to get in front of him by Lothar as before.

In the noisy ball that followed the enthronement ceremony, Varian could feel countless pairs of eyes watching him, guessing who the new king would give the glory of the first dance?

The secret marriage of the new king was not known to many people. Therefore, the nobles have brought their daughters of the right age to their families, hoping to enter the eyes of the new king and become the next new queen.

Varian knew this very well. He picked up his wine glass and silently swept his gaze over the noble ladies present. A lot of people have been secretly watching him. So when I met his gaze, there was no shortage of people who were excited and eager to try. And seeing such an almost straightforward greedy gaze, he was even more irritable in his heart.

It was only when his gaze quickly scanned the corner of the hall that he noticed Tiffin.

That was the first time he had seen her.

He thought she was the daughter of some small aristocratic family. Because the place where she sits is so remote. The people around him are not the great nobles of Stormwind City, he doesn't even know any of them.

Tiffin was wearing a plain white gown with gold trim, and her blonde hair was coiled up with a silver headband and embellished with a transparent crystal hair ornament. Under the soft light, there is no jeweled extravagance. She sat there quietly and listened to a few young ladies talking. Smile from time to time. Her smile was serene, but it seemed to carry a miraculous power, like a holy light, which immediately calmed his restless heart.

He tried to keep himself from staring at her so intently. But his eyes wandered around her, and he refused to leave.

Until Lothar came to his side, "Your Majesty, if you don't have a picture of who you want to jump with." How about dancing with the blonde girl over there? ”

Follow Lothar's gaze - it's her!

Varian looked at Lothar in surprise, he didn't expect Lothar to see his little moves.

"Your Majesty, the fiancée whom the king gave you." Lothar whispered in his ear. "That's the young lady."

At that moment, his heart almost wanted to scream with joy.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

Varian struggled to control his expression, but the corners of his lips and eyebrows couldn't stop rising.

"That's good advice. Dear ** Lord Lothar. He finally stood up from his throne.

The attendants below were already holding a basket of flowers in front of him.

Everyone knew that the young king had chosen his dance partner.

He glanced at the basket. Picked a bouquet of white lilies.

This flower is worthy of any color, so for a while all the ladies present were excited, and they all expected him to come in their own direction.

He walked straight through the crowd towards the corner, not knowing how many aristocratic ladies behind him had crumpled their fans into a ball.

"Can you please do a dance?" He handed the flower to the girl in front of him.

The girl's eyes were wide open, and her face was full of incredible astonishment. She subconsciously turned her head to glance at the boy behind her, who was about the same age as Varian. The boy nodded softly at her.

Thereupon. She took the bouquet of flowers in her hand a little rustily, and her face turned red. "My ...... Honoured. ”

Varian folded a lily bun around her sideburns, then kissed her hand and led her onto the dance floor.

In the melodious waltz, he took her hand, looked at her carefully, sighed, and thought that it would take a few more years......

But more than that, what he cares more about at the moment is her heart.

"Who was that guy behind you just now?" Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the young man's gaze had been following them, not leaving them.

"You mean Berval? He's my knight. Hearing this, she smiled sweetly and said without hesitation. He is a very nice person and takes very good care of me! ”

"Oh......" he looked at her innocent and sweet smile and couldn't help but keep silent. I don't know your name yet, but Miss **. ”

"Tiffin!" She bit her lip and seemed to take a surname reluctantly. "Tiffin. Irelian. ”

"Irelian?" Varian struggled to hold back a smile. "Seems to be the surname of the lord over there in the Wild West?"

"Huh? Your Majesty knows? This time it was Tiffin's turn to be surprised. She muttered softly, "It's obviously a little lord." ”

"Of course I do!" Varian could feel the slender and soft waist of the girl in his hand, and her dance steps were so sloppy that he carried her with ease, as if he were holding a fallen feather. He couldn't help but take her on and spin, and her clear eyes only followed him tightly in the whirlwind. And he was already intoxicated by the emerald dream in her eyes.

He thought it was nothing more than a partner in a political marriage. I didn't expect to meet for the first time, and ** love came unexpectedly.

It's just that Varian thought bitterly, he really had to wait a long time...... For a long time......

The end of the song. He lowered his head again and kissed her hand. "We'll meet again, Miss Tiffany! By the day you reach adulthood, I will definitely give you a gift. ”

With that, he gentlemanly led her back to his seat.

Bolwal ...... He glanced meaningfully at the young knight who had been standing still behind her seat.

Integrity, humility, and the perfect knight who seems to fit the rules of chivalry, he chose a good guardian for her.

"I hope you will abide by the knight's creed." The corners of the young king's lips curled, and he made a vague declaration.

Silently, Boval clasped his hands on his chest and made a standard chivalric salute to him, making his position clear.

Varian smiled with satisfaction, and then turned to leave.

Tiffin picked up her dress and sat back in her seat. Her body was still immersed in the rapid spinning lightness, but her heart was pounding and pounding with the rapid dance steps, almost taking her breath. To her surprise, Bolval did not come over to help her as usual, but did not notice that the girls of the little nobles who had been sitting together had already left. She pouted softly with some unhappiness in her heart: "Bolval...... Your Majesty's dance is so good, my head is so dizzy. ”

Bolval sighed inwardly. Did she really not notice at all? Now the eyes of the audience are not on the king, but on her.

"Is Miss tired?"

"Hmm...... Sort of, let's go back, okay? I want to rest. Only then did she feel the gaze around her, and she opened the fan to cover half of her face uneasily. My father asked me to come, and I came, but why didn't my father come......" she whispered angrily.

"It's inconvenient for your father's status to attend such a ball, but he has just sent someone to pass the word. Waiting for you at the church. ”

Tiffin's eyes widened in surprise: "You say a lot, let's go." I miss my father so much! ”

Berval looked at her in embarrassment. "The prom has just begun, miss."

Thea's brow furrowed, and her mouth bulged out in dissatisfaction. "Let's just say I'm not feeling well......"

Boval looked hesitantly in the direction of Varian and Lothar.

Lothar nodded to him cryptically.

"All right, Miss." Boval held out his hand.

Tiffin grinned and hooked his arm in satisfaction, thinking that she had secretly left through the side door, not knowing how many pairs of eyes were watching her every move behind her.

If she knew that the tragedy in the future actually began at this moment, I don't know if she would be so willful.

However, after all, she was almost a child at that time.