Although Theramore is small in area and has a limited population, it is still the capital of the old maritime principality, so when Jaina sent out the invitation, many nobles were still invited to welcome Stormwind City's army.
"Hey, there are quite a lot of people." Reagan stretched his sore arm in front of the banquet hall. Varian's move was really not a joke, "Mr. Phillips, why are you alone here?"
Reception?"
The captain of the Guards who was serving as the doorman glared at her and said angrily: "Don't gloat with me there. Ms. Gianna didn't show up for a long time, and the king himself became the host. I can't watch it here.
Stay!"
"Ah haha, now you know the consequences of abandoning me," Reagan laughed and dodged Phillips' kick. "It turns out that there are benefits to competing with His Majesty the King. At least you don't have to be a doorman!"
Regen walked into the banquet hall with several familiar guards officers, and saw Varian holding a goblet and talking to several ladies, while the nobles around him were either discussing in low voices or shouting at each other.
They were chatting and laughing, not feeling restrained at all by the arrival of the Storm King, and the entire venue had a completely relaxed atmosphere.
"Compared with these nobles, those guys in Stormwind City are just wild dogs that only know how to snatch bones," an officer sighed.
"The desire for speculation is too strong," Regan took a glass of wine from the waiter's tray, "Kul Tiras does not have as many factions as Stormwind City. In comparison, these nobles are more united, and Ms. Jaina
The rule of Theramore cannot be separated from the support of these people."
Regan took a sip of wine and continued: "There were many people in the army who were dissatisfied with her attitude towards cooperation with Thrall. If this clever flower of Dalaran hadn't won over these nobles, would they have been able to successfully take over Theramore?
It’s still a big problem”
"That's right. I really have to thank these nobles." Jaina's soft voice came from behind him. Regen spit out a mouthful of wine on the officer opposite him. He turned around and found the female mage smiling.
Looking at him with a non-smile, Sophie next to her looked embarrassed, as if she didn't know what to explain to her lover.
"What you said is not wrong, Baron Regan," Jaina said seriously. The nobles around them stopped what they were doing and paid tribute to the supreme leader of Theramore.
"I have been practicing arcana in Dalaran since I was a child, and I have been fighting the undead in Azeroth as an adult. Even when I returned to Kalimdor, I spent more than half of my time fighting the Burning Legion.
I didn't do anything for my hometown, but my people chose to support me unreservedly. If it weren't for them, how could a girl in her twenties be in charge of a principality?"
"Thank you for supporting me over the years. You protect and watch me like an elder, so that I don't go down the wrong path. This is the gratitude of me and the entire Kul Tiras to you." After that, Jaina
Bowed deeply to the Kul Tiran nobles present.
"At the same time, I would also like to thank our distinguished guests today," Jaina smiled at Regan. The Paladin shuddered for some reason, "Our distinguished Majesty Varian and the soldiers of Stormwind City.
The evil dragon in the Black Dragon Valley has traveled thousands of miles to come to Theramore. As the hostess of today's party, I hope to use the first dance to express the gratitude of the people of Theramore to you."
Under the envious gazes of everyone, Jaina stretched out her hand to Regan, and smiled at the dazed Paladin: "Can you grant me this honor, noble Baron Regan?"
"Go quickly, Baron! This is what every man in Theramore dreams of, so take advantage of it!" a group of young Kul Tiran nobles hollered kindly.
Regan held the female mage's catkin and looked at Sophie with some hesitation.
"Go, don't step on sister Gianna's feet." Sophie, who was wearing a lavender dress, happily looked at her boyfriend who was getting attention, her beautiful eyes narrowed into a pair of crescent moons.
"Then I'm sorry, Ms. Gianna." Regen took the female mage's right hand and carefully led her onto the dance floor.
The conductor of the band next to him knocked his baton, and with a melodious chord, the band began to play the dance music of the Lordaeron Palace back then.
Regen hugged Jaina's slender waist slightly nervously, and his stiff dance steps became more and more conspicuous in the melodious music. Several guards officers who saw it clearly couldn't stop laughing.
"Don't be nervous, just follow the beat and it'll be fine," Gianna said breathlessly in his ear, "When the second performance comes, everyone will come down and dance together. We just need to get through the opening."
"Thank you for the advice, Ms. Gianna." Regan twitched his lips and showed a smile that was by no means pretty. But thankfully, the number of times he stepped on Gianna's shoes was significantly reduced.
The band speeded up the performance empathetically, and the two stumbling dancers finally completed the opening dance amidst a round of well-meaning applause.
"Holy light, I won't dance anymore no matter what I say. It will be treated as a joke!" Regan walked out of the dance floor and took a sip of wine, looking at the dancing nobles inside with lingering fear.
"Not everyone is as lucky as you, Mr. Regan," Varian walked over with Jaina and Sophie, teasing the embarrassed Regan, "From Dalaran to Theramore,
How many men want to dance with Gianna? You kid is completely unaware of your blessings."
Regan looked at Gianna, who was smiling coquettishly, and said, "Dear madam, you know, I have never danced in a court dance before. You just chose the wrong person."
"I don't think so, lovely Paladin," Jaina seemed to have drunk a little too much wine, and her delicate cheeks were slightly red. "As a beginner, you are already very good. After all, you have stepped on me more times than Warri did back then."
Encores are much less.”
The Storm King raised his glass awkwardly and explained to everyone's curious eyes: "Everyone was still a kid at that time. If a goblin like you suddenly appeared at a cocktail party in Dalaran, which boy wouldn't have his eyes on you?
Spin?"
"It seems like there are more than just people around me," Jaina looked at Varian in amusement. "Who poured wine on my new robe and pretended to be a knight to talk to me?"
"I swear to the gods! I was definitely not the instigator of this matter," Varian shouted as if he was swearing. "If it hadn't been for that boy Yorem's idea, and if Calia was jealous of your beautiful mage robe,
How could I be encouraged by these guys to do this! Besides, you didn’t accept my invitation in the end, what you chose was..."
Suddenly, Varian felt like he had been punched by someone, and the rest of his words were swallowed hard in his throat.
"What's the matter? Keep talking, Your Majesty!" Sophie, who was fascinated by what she heard, urged, completely unaware of the strange expressions on the people around her.
"Say, I'm fine, Varian," Jaina forced out a smile, "That man died ten years ago, and now he is just a shell. I am no longer a little kid."
You’re a girl, you won’t be knocked down by a name you don’t know what it means.”
"No!" Varian roared one word low in his throat, drank the remaining wine in one gulp, and walked out of the hall without looking back.
"Your Majesty, what's going on?" Sophie looked at the Guards officer who hurriedly followed Varian away in surprise, "Did I make him angry?"
Regan glanced at Gianna's depressed back with pity, and gently shook Sophie's hand: "It's okay, His Majesty just remembered some bad memories, and it has nothing to do with you. Go and accompany Ms. Gianna."
"Well," the beautiful elf nodded, leaned up and kissed his lips, "I'm going then, remember to drink less."