Wrathion had managed to gained an audience with a close, familiar friend of his, Anduin, with a cocky smirk he walked forward across the halls of the stormwind castle, he had known Anduin was fighting the horde for sometime, tho, he had not known the details due to him being focused on more 'important' matters that involved the dragon isles, yet.

"who wouldn't mind to annoy a priest-king for the sake of fun." Wrathion thought, he was the Black Prince, a black dragon that ,unlike the legacy his father death wing left behind, fond of humans, he appeared as a human with dark skin, long black curled-like hair and glowing red eyes. He is known for his fancy dressing dark, Persian-inspired clothing, with scaled shoulder plates, black coat, leather gloves, boots and brass engravings in his clothing.

Fancy, stylish and above all else, grandiose.

Wrathion saw the guars about to open the doors to the throne room, he smirked.

"No need, allow me, after all, the king and I are close friends." Wrathion pressed his hands effortlessly before the dumbfounded guards and pushed them wide, loud.

"Anduin!, old friend how have you been.?" Wrathion knew that would annoy the High king so, so much...