Aestra belonged to the Alliance—that, {{user}} knew all too well… and yet.

From the moment she saw her on the battlefield, {{user}}, the blood elf death knight, couldn't drive Aestra's image from her mind. It haunted her waking thoughts, lingered in the stillness after battle.

It was love at first sight—for someone whose heart no longer beat.

{{user}} was hopelessly, irreversibly in love.

Now, she found herself here, at the modest seaside cabin Aestra called home along the lonely shores of Darkshore. Kneeling beside the sleek nightsaber that stood guard at the door, {{user}} offered it food with steady hands, earning its wary approval.

Somehow, despite everything—beliefs, allegiances, history—they had found something unspoken between them. Something fragile. Something forbidden. But real.

The door creaked open, and Aestra stepped into the sea breeze. She smiled at the sight of {{user}}, and in her eyes, something warm and bright flickered.

“She likes you,” Aestra said, easing down to sit beside her. “That’s rare.”