#I was thinking about how deeply I fell for them. fell for Kalec first but fell for Wrathy faster

[little-shiny-sharpies]

Me seeing Kalec for the first time:

woag he seems so compassionate but so sad.. I wonder what his story is..

Me seeing Wrathion for the first time:

LOLLLL this bozo boutta kill himself plus his whole crew and I get a front row seat. lol. lmao even. King Farquad mentality havin ass

[lothirielswan]

“Angry at Life, Smitten with You.” [8] [FINAL CHAPTER]

~The Veiled Stairs, Pandaria~

After handing over the evidence to Baine, Dezco returned me to Pandaria. I knew I shouldn't stay–now that Baine had reason to suspect Garrosh, the orc would be on the hunt for me soon. I needed to find a solution to that...but there was someone I needed to see first.

As I arrived at the top of the steps in the Veiled Stairs inn, I knocked on the side of the wall. “Hi.”

Anduin’s gaze was fixed on the pages in a book, and I caught a glimpse of his expression as he read with an eyebrow arched before looking up. When he saw me, his face brightened.

“Hello,” Andy struggled to sit up as I approached the table. The deep grimace on his face deeply bothered me as he did so, but he concealed it with another smile. “Did everything go alright? How’s Baine?”

I plopped myself down next to him and scooted the stool closer. I didn't want to tell him about returning to Orgrimmar. Anduin would never let me hear the end of it, and he was in enough pain without news of my reconnaissance. I regretted keeping another secret from him, so I would tell him...when it was no longer relevant and he forgot who Garrosh was.

“It went well. Baine believed my story, he’s alerting the troll resistance first because they’re closer...soon the entire Horde will know, and they’ll inform the Alliance.” I said. When Baine did receive the evidence, it did wonders to my image. My intervention with Theramore was forgotten and people saluted me as I passed. It was a little grandstanding for my taste, but I hopefully helped save the Horde from disaster.

“I'm glad, you did the right thing.” Andy’s hands vanished on the other side of his chair. “And I got you something to celebrate.”

Anduin set a golden box on the table in front of me. I politely held a hand over my gaping mouth to hide my shock at the intricate grooves in the design. Rubies and emeralds sparkled across the top.

“Anduin, you didn't have to do this,” I said, still awed by what I was in the presence of. “I won't let you spoil me.”

“You deserve it,” Andy replied, taking hold of my hand and bringing it to his lips. How did the son of Varian Wrynn become such a gentleman?

I smiled as I turned back to the gift. “What is this?”

“You told me earlier that you used to use crystals to record music when you were younger. It's not much, but I wanted to get you something you liked,” Anduin said.

“You’ve succeeded,” I murmured as my fingers traced the fine grooves of the box. I opened the golden chest and a soft tune played as a pink rose twisted in the center. I recognized the song as the exact one we danced to weeks ago.

This is beyond beautiful–it’s so thoughtful and sweet. And talk about expensive! Look at the jewels on this thing, did Andy sell half of Stormwind just to make this?

The gesture made me adore Anduin more (which I didn't think was possible), but it also reminded me of music on Outland. I had stayed away from instruments and singing since I arrived on Azeroth...perhaps I shouldn’t have turned my back on the musical arts.

“Is everything alright?” Anduin’s hand gently fell on my shoulder. “Do you like it?”

I swallowed a lump in my throat and moistened my lips. “I love it. It's perfect...just like you.”

I leaned forward on the edge of my stool and cupped Anduin’s face in my hands as I kissed him. The soft pressure of his lips against mine left me breathless. He leaned into my touch and I felt him shiver beneath my fingers. I paused and gently pulled away.

“Thank you,” Anduin replied with another fake cough to hide his burning cheeks. It was his new habit to thank me after every kiss we shared and it always left me in a giddy mood.

“That's my line, your majesty,” I mused as I straightened the collar of his diplomatic robes. When my thumb grazed his neck, I frowned at the icy temperature.

“Are you cold?” I asked as I studied Anduin’s pale features.

Andy shrugged, and I noticed another tremor run through his body. “A little. I'm alright.”

I keep secrets and he tells lies. We’re the perfect couple.

I glanced over my shoulder and found his guards out of sight; drunken laughter came from the bar downstairs. I stood from my stool and rolled my coat off my shoulders.

“Eona? What are you–oh,” Anduin sighed as I curled up on top of him and set my coat on top of us like a blanket. Being half dragon had its perks: I could eat all the spicy food I wanted, I could hoard a collection of things without shame, and I hardly ever got cold. Jaina took advantage of the latter and sat next to me whenever she was freezing at one of our meetings.

With my head on his chest, I asked, “Better?”

“Much. Thank you,” Andy replied, holding me close and setting his chin on the crown of my head.

I loved that single perfect moment, listening to Andy’s heartbeat as it throbbed in tune with the music box. The soft hymn mixed with the sound of his slow breaths. And then my mind had to ruin it.

No matter how much I want to stay, I can't. Garrosh will catch up with me, and I might even doom Andy if I remain here. But I feel like Anduin’s condition is getting worse...and I probably worsened it somehow by kissing him so much. Where could I remain safe from Garrosh, meanwhile helping Andy?

My eyes flew open. Wrathion’s going to kill me. And I might just let him.

~Wyrmrest Temple, Northrend~

“It makes sense, right?” I asked Kalec nervously as we ascended the many marble steps of Wyrmrest Temple. Even through the thick gray walls, the flapping of powerful wings and roaring flames could be heard.

Kalec nodded beside me. Kalecgos was one of the first to greet me when I arrived on Azeroth, so I had felt closer to him than others. His half elf, half human form squeezed in beside me on the stairs as we walked side by side. Sometimes he smelled like smoke (no big surprise there), other times like the ivory trees of Crystalsong Forest.

“An orc won't go near you with Alexstrasza upstairs,” Kalec agreed, his blue hair waving with his effortless climb up the stairs. “But last I checked, you two didn't have a...peaceful history.”

I bit my lip as we reached as high as the stairs would go. The temple extended into a sitting room overlooking the constant chaos outside. Three dragons turned to us in their humanoid forms, all frowning at my presence.

While I respected Alexstrasza for her former hardships, we had disagreements over the past–especially over Wrathion. But Alexstrasza was the perfect safety net I needed against Garrosh...and other reasons.

“I don't have a choice this time,” I muttered, keeping my voice low from the onlookers.

Kalec and I left the parlor behind as we came to a teleportation device to the upper levels. I shot him an apologetic glance–he didn't have to go through the stairs and cursed glares. But Kalec insisted on my behalf, like the big brother figure he portrayed.

“How is Jaina?” Kalec asked as his hands hovered over the gold teleportation mechanism.

“Angry at life, smitten with you.” I replied.

Kalec smiled, “Most sisters would hate the brother that is dating their best friend.”

“Well, you guys are still cute. Give it a month,” I teased.

Kalec chuckled and finally activated the teleporter. I was blinded by a white flash and then greeted by new surroundings.

The air was cooler at the top of Wyrmrest Temple. An oasis of snow could be seen at all sides at the top of the massive structure. Looming silhouettes awaited us.

“By the way, about your house…” Kalec trailed off.

My eyes widened. No. No–don’t tell me I'm that stupid.

“It smells like smoke–” Kalec said.

DAMMIT I'M THE BIGGEST IDIOT IN AZEROTH THAT BURNED DOWN HER OWN HOUSE–AND NOT IN THE COOL FIREBREATHING WAY.

“I turned off the stove, but I was too late to save your cookies.” Kalec said, amused at the look of fear in my eyes.

I heaved a sigh of relief that I’d been holding as long as I had traveled across Pandaria. I hugged Kalec and said with my voice muffled by his chest, “I love you.”

“I know.” I knew Kalec was smiling with his tone of voice, “You have many talents, Eona, but cooking is not one of them.”

“I always end up burning everything–don’t laugh at me!”

We broke apart, and I squared my shoulders as I approached my impending doom. Kalec placed a warm hand on my shoulder, and walked close behind me as I approached the tall figures at the end of the platform.

From the astounding view to the golden-trimmed pillars, it was obvious someone of high importance was here. And I greeted one of them in the strongest voice I could muster, “Grandma.”

Alexstrasza turned, and two fiery suns for eyes stared wide at me. “Eona? You returned.”

As I stepped closer, I saw others of great importance. I shared a smile with the bronze dragon Chromie in her gnome form. Ysera was dozing off where she stood, but her eyes focused on me during it and managed a nod.

“I have, with a proposition,” I said, willing my fingers to stay still as I stood straight. Alexstrasza would probably give me anything if I asked, but I knew better than to be in debt with a dragon–especially the Life Binder.

“Of course?” As Alexstrasza’s head dipped to the side, the gold embroidery on her horns jingled.

Kalec stood beside me now and we exchanged a look. He gave me a reassuring nod.

“I’ll return to you–to Wyrmrest Temple–on one condition.” I said. “To heal the Prince of Stormwind from his recent injuries.”

Kalec gaped at me from the sidelines. I caught his staring and squinted, “What? I'm allowed to date blond mortals too.”

“Dating?” Alexstrasza’s pinkish face lit up. “I'm getting great grandchildren…! You’re not pregnant now–”

“No! Of course not.” Chromie chuckled at my reddening face. “Just fix his condition and I’ll stay as long as you want.”

The hopeful grin on her face made me rethink my words. “–Or a year. A year is good.”

“Wonderful!” Alexstrasza closed the short distance between us and embraced me tight. Kalec gazed at the awkward hug with an arched eyebrow as I lightly patted her arm.

“Um…” I still had one last request. “Can I say goodbye first before my jail time starts?”

“Of course,” Alexstrasza broke away as Kalec conjured a portal to the Veiled Stairs. Chromie, Kalec, and Alexstrasza leaned in eagerly to catch a blurry image of Anduin. Ysera would’ve joined in if not for her soft snores.

“We never speak of this,” Kalec said, his eyes widening at the familiar blond hair and blue eyes. “Never again.”

“He looks like a good influence,” Alexstrasza cooed over my shoulder.

“He looks like your father,” Chromie’s comment was the most terrifying of all three.

I huffed as I stepped through the portal and the icy atmosphere melted away. My expression grew more grave as I thought of what I had to do. As I stared at Anduin reading at the table, his golden head bowed, my chest tightened.

I already told Wrath and he had a temper tantrum. This can't be any worse than that...but it feels like it.

“Andy?” Where I could muster strength to display to Alexstrasza, I cracked in the presence of the boy that traveled an entire continent with me. Anduin looked up at my pale expression.

I don't want to do this...I feel like I'm going to throw up. I pushed my feelings down, and sat down next to him. Anduin naturally took hold of my hands like it was a habit, “Are you alright, Eona?”

“No. Not really,” I admitted as his fingers traced calming circles over my hands. “I'm afraid...I have to leave Pandaria. The old people in my family are eating hearts again.”

Anduin froze. “That’s common among dragons?”

“No! No,” I said, silently cursing myself for using that metaphor.

“Oh.” Anduin’s shoulders sagged. “But you are leaving?”

“I am.” I studied at our intertwined fingers. “I wanted to help you because I owed you for traveling across the continent and putting up with me...and now I want to stay, because I really like you.”

I finally looked up when Anduin reached over to tuck my bangs behind my ear. I swallowed when I admitted, “I don't know when I'm going to see you again.”

“Neither do I.” Andy said. His hand remained behind to caress my cheek, “But when we do, we’ll pick up right where we left off.”

I stepped out on the other side of the portal and scowled. “Really?”

While Kalec and Chromie dotted their cheeks with tissues, Alexstrasza sobbed into a handful of them. “We’ve only known you two as a couple for like five minutes, but that was really heartbreaking to watch.”

Ysera finally jolted herself awake. “What did I miss?”

EONA STRIDER WILL RETURN.

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[kinsale42-blog]

Excerpt: Renewal

Khadgar/Kalec (m/m, full work is explicit)

  "How old are you now, Khadgar?" Kalec asked his friend, who had appeared to be somewhere in his sixties for about the last three decades.

  Khadgar sighed heavily, staring into his pint. "Forty-five. Last week, in fact. " He absentmindedly stroked his long, white beard. It hadn't taken him long to develop the habit after Medivh had forced the unnatural age upon him. It was deeply ingrained now.

  Kalec suspected that under the beard and matching long white hair, Khadgar looked much younger than the sixty-seven or so that everyone took him for at first glance. The well-aged violet robe he wore did nothing to help, either. He also suspected that Khadgar's recent demeanor of resignation was related to the anniversary of his birth and having to face the relentless onslaught of age compounded with the burden of premature age he'd already carried for far too long. Kalec decided that drastic measures were necessary. Khadgar needed to stay sharp and fighting fit. Deathwing was dead and the dragons were in decline. The age of mortals had begun. If anyone was to protect Azeroth from threat of destruction, it would have to be powerful champions like Khadgar.

  In one of the side alcoves of the tavern, he caught a glimpse of Miralisse, the local tailoring mistress. Excusing himself for just a moment, he went over to have a word with her. Khadgar watched as they engaged in discussion, missing Kalec's gesture towards him as he took a long swallow of his ale. Miralisse seemed to agree with whatever Kalec was proposing, nodding her head and making some hand gestures that appeared to describe the width of something. They apparently reached some agreement, and Kalec returned to the table.

  "What's up with her then?" asked Khadgar, well into his third pint. It had been a rough week. Getting anything done had been like slogging through hip-deep mud, including things he usually rejoiced to have time for, like research. Everyone had seemed testy, even A'dal, although Khadgar suspected it was really just him. When was A'dal ever less than perfectly patient with anyone?

  "Ahh, I was just making some arrangements. You'll see soon enough." Kalec hid his grin behind his glass.

***

  A week later, in his rooms on the top floor of the guest house where he was staying in Shattrath, Kalec finally brought up the idea of a clean shave and a good haircut to Khadgar. "It will make you feel like a new man," he said. "Trust me. It will be like shapeshifting, only with less discomfort."

  Khadgar looked doubtful. His thick white eyebrows drew together over sapphire-colored eyes.

  "At least try it, friend. See what you think." Kalec really didn't want to have to beg, but he was more certain than ever that something needed to change. And he had those new adventurer's robes hanging in his wardrobe, just waiting to be unveiled. It would be a shame if the rest of Khadgar didn't look the part of the rugged adventurer.

  Khadgar sighed. "All right. You seem convinced. I've just looked this way for so long..." He trailed off as he realized that was part of his recent frustration. He was indeed getting older but he never looked any different. Yet another normal human phenomenon that this curse had stolen from him. "Yes." he said, more firmly. "Let's do it."

  So Kalec sat Khadgar in a straight-backed chair in the middle of the sitting room and draped a towel round his shoulders. He fetched the sharp dwarven-steel razor that he used for his own face, and with a swift motion of one hand, conjured a bowl of steaming water ready to soften Khadgar's beard for shaving after it had been trimmed. He set the basin on a nearby table, and used the razor to trim off the length of Khadgar's hair and beard. Long white streamers of surprisingly silky hair fell to the floor around them.

  As Kalec fine-tuned the trim of his hair, Khadgar could feel the unfamiliar sensation of air movement on his neck. It was so cool as to be nearly frosty, and there was a rhythm to it...Khadgar realized it was Kalec's breath. A blue dragon is generally frost-aligned by nature, even when shapeshifted into a half-elven body, apparently. Khadgar made a mental note of this.

  Then Kalec finished the shave, gently drawing the sharp edge of the razor across the planes of Khadgar's face. He was intently focused on doing this without harming Khadgar in the slightest, and his augmented draconic senses made it easier than it might have been otherwise. To Khadgar it felt more like the whisper of a caress than a blade. His mind was confused suddenly because his body was reacting strangely to the sensation. His pulse quickened and he could feel a flush rising up his neck into his face. Khadgar tried to calm himself, and breathed as deeply as he could without moving and risking injury from the razor.

  And then it was done. Kalec stepped back to admire his handiwork. It was a definite improvement. He removed the towel and brushed the stray hair off of Khadgar's faded violet robe. Another movement of his hand and the hair on the floor swirled itself up into a tidy ball that deposited itself in the nearest wastebasket.

  "Now," said Kalec, "come with me and I have something else for you before you are allowed to see yourself in a mirror."

  Khadgar raised an eyebrow, but obediently rose and followed Kalec into the next room. The dragon approached the wardrobe and opened one of the doors. He reached in and with one hand pulled out a blue adventurer's tunic and leggings, complete with a stylish long sash, a soft brown leather overtunic, and an intricately feathered capelet. With the other hand he picked up a pair of matching soft boots.

  "This will be far more appropriate for the sort of work you do than that old robe, and far more up-to-date. Quite possibly more comfortable as well." He laid it across the bed. "Try it on."

  Khadgar looked at his old friend. "You had this made for me? Is that why you were talking to the tailor in the inn that night?"

  Kalec nodded. "Consider it a gift for your birth anniversary ritual...birthday? That is an appropriate time for gifts, is it not?"

  "You are too kind, Kalec." Khadgar had to admit, it did look nice. And such a perfect shade of blue, like the skies of Lordaeron after the ribbons of sunset color had faded. It really did appeal to him. So he slipped his ancient wizard's robe off over his head and replaced it with the new tunic and leggings, and changed his boots. As Kalec helped him figure out how to fasten the sash, Khadgar asked, "What sort of cloth is this? I don't recognize it. It's very soft."

  "It's windwool," answered Kalec. "The latest thing out of Pandaria. Some combination of goat hair and butterfly silk, I believe. They say it's the most durable thing you can get right now, and it holds its color perfectly for years. It is indeed both elegant and comfortable."

  Khadgar pulled the overtunic over his head and only when he went to fasten the belt did he notice that the buckle was fashioned in the shape of a raven's head. His mind was immediately full of memories of his former mentor, who had liked to transform into a raven when the whim took him, and indeed had allowed the young apprentice Khadgar to carry his staff long enough to teach him the trick of it.

  Kalec saw him pause, and correctly deduced the reason for it, but paid no heed. Instead, he draped the short blue-feathered cape across Khadgar's broad shoulders, adjusting it until it settled properly. He tweaked the blue undertunic and sash until it lay properly, and pulled the overtunic down a bit in the back. Finally he was pleased with the effect, and opened the other wardrobe door to reveal a full length mirror.

  Khadgar turned to look into the mirror and saw a strange man looking back at him. He touched his hair where it stood in silver spikes above a face he barely recognized. Those were his eyes, and that was his nose for sure, but it had been so many years since he had seen the chin...he touched it to be sure it was actually him. The skin was still loose like an old man's but it was smooth, and the chin was still strong and resolute, and he certainly looked younger than he had an hour before.

  He was most pleased with the new outfit. The feathers, the belt buckle, the glorious shade of blue that made the blue of his eyes more radiant, it was all perfect. How Kalec had dreamed this up was beyond him, but he felt far more energized than he had in weeks.

  "Kalec. Friend. I...I don't know how to thank you for this. You were right, I feel like I have been remade." Khadgar shook his head in disbelief, an unstoppable smile lighting up his face.

  "It suits you. There are many adventures yet in your future and I am sure this will help you face them with a strong heart." Kalec smiled at Khadgar's almost childlike pleasure. He tried to think of how best to suggest the one other remedy he could provide that could help rejuvenate his friend. It was constantly on his mind that his era was ending, his power was fading. If there was any way that he could bestow even a tiny fraction of that power on someone he knew could make good use of it, he wanted to do so before it was too late. And he could not think of anyone more worthy, more in need of it than his friend Khadgar.

  Kalec reached out to adjust the buckle on the neck band of the cape, allowing his fingers to brush the warm skin of Khadgar's neck just where the blood flowed closest to the surface, and let just the faintest breath of arcane energy to slip off the end of his fingertips. It had the same effect that using his power had while shaving Khadgar's face. Khadgar's pulse picked up and his body became sensitized. He turned from the mirror to find himself looking into Kalec's violet eyes.

  "Khadgar." Kalec spoke softly. "There is more I can give you, if you will allow it, if you are open to it. I can replace some of what Medivh took from you." He had been researching it privately, and found more than a few instances in dragon lore where mating between dragons and mortals had given the mortals prolonged lives and heightened senses, and with some who were naturally attuned, increased power. "You know I cannot produce children of my own, and I would share my power with someone who could use it before I have nothing left to give."

  Khadgar was entranced. This was not like the proposition of a demon, who offered power only in return for ultimate sacrifice. Kalec was a blue dragon, uncorruptible by fel magics. He was not immune to other dark forces, but Khadgar could sense no presence of those in this room, in Kalec. Was it really possible that Kalec could restore some actual youth and vigor, after all this time as an old man? He stared back into Kalec's eyes. He wanted to say yes...

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[lady-proudmoore]

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Jaina's Lovers in Canon Arthas Menethil: Before the whole Lich King thing, Arthas was not really a "bad" guy imo, he was just a typical young, arrogant, spoiled alpha male prince type. He cared about his people. He loved Jaina. But he cared about what he wanted to do more. A lot of people are like this when they're young and over time, as they grow older, mature emotionally and live through various life experiences they change and grow. Arthas had the potential to be a good king, but he unfortunately fell to weaknesses in his character and made selfish decisions. It's possible he would've changed later on. Some people believe he was abusive to Jaina, but I personally do not feel that was the case. He had moments where he was very neglectful and selfish to the point of being disrespectful. He didn't do these things with malicious intent toward her, and that's the difference. Abuse is always intentional harm. Regardless, it hurt her. Positive Outcomes: He helped open her heart and connect with her inner child more. When Jaina was with Arthas, she was more playful and allowed herself to enjoy having fun. He reminded her that life doesn't need to be and shouldn't be all about studying. Get your nose out of a book and live, laugh, love. The real magic is in love and living life Jainaaaa. And being with him was exciting. He was easy to talk to and open up with. At this time in her life Jaina always saw the best in people and it was the best parts of who Arthas was that she recognized and fell in love with. She definitely could have helped nurture those traits within him had he made better choices and was less selfish. Alas.... Negative Outcomes: The first cut to Jaina's heart came when Arthas dumped her the day of the Winter Veil ball. This was not too long after she'd lost her virginity to him, after he'd told her he was ready and committed in taking that very important next step. Jaina was the one who initiated lovemaking, so I think for her, when she did that and asked him that question it was truly a giving of herself in pretty much all ways. Her body, her heart, her union/partnership for the rest of her life. And based on the text in the Arthas book, I definitely think Arthas was fully aware of what she meant. So to know that and then for him to suddenly allow his fear of commitment at her mention of having his children cause him to push her away like he did was just.....so shitty, lol. Typical, but shitty. And I think that caused her to have some insecurities moving forward that she didn't carry before then. Wounds like that cut really deep and don't heal easily. She was a mess and pretended like she wasn't. She joined him at the ball immediately after, danced with him, stayed close by him for the evening and just went back to her studies in Dalaran after that, but you know she was hurting. -.- She reconnected with Arthas later when they investigated the tainted grain together. It didn't take much at all for that flame to reignite between them the moment they spent time together. But the pain started early again as well. Almost as soon as they'd connected more, he started neglecting her needs and feelings in favor of his desires for justice/vengeance. Her choice to leave him at Stratholme is I think something she still regrets. Not follow him - I don't think she regrets not following him. But as a powerful mage, she knows she could have easily stopped him had she chosen to. Right there, with one decision she could have changed so much in their world. It's possible so much death and suffering would have never happened. It's a lot to carry. Kalecgos Jaina and Kalec were definitely in love, though it's unclear in canon if they'd ever made love. Probably. But still, can't say for sure. Had it not been for Kalec and Thrall, Jaina would have lost herself and destroyed Orgrimmar as well as herself in the end and who knows what the hell else besides that city & its innocents she would have taken down with her. She owes Kalec a lot and I think she knows this. But she left her mark on him as well. I think she will always

be beloved to him. Her love for Kalec was simple in its honesty and in how deep it was but there were just so many other things that made this relationship extremely complicated and difficult. And that's with the whole dragon/human thing aside. It can be very hard for someone as traumatized as Jaina to succeed in a relationship. Kalec wanted to save her further and help her but Jaina needed to want to help herself. The only person that could save Jaina was Jaina. I don't feel like he gave Jaina enough of time to heal and he handled some things in their relationship poorly but he loved her completely. Positives: I personally believe that Jaina did as well as she did after the bombing of Theramore largely because Kalec was in her life and because of their love for one another. As cheesy as it sounds, love really does have the ability to heal and I think his love and care helped give Jaina the strength she needed to keep going and listen to that side of herself that was still compassionate and empathetic. He gave her a lot that she wasn't able to give to herself. He supported her emotionally, helped keep her anger and hate at bay. He was so kind and gentle and she needed all of that. Negative: It was very difficult for Jaina to fail again in love. It wasn't really her fault, nor was it his, but love isn't always enough. She needed to heal and Kalec could support her in it but not heal her. When Jaina loves, she loves deeply and fully, so leaving Kalec was difficult, she blames herself more than she should and thinks herself even less worthy of a relationship now. This was something she was already struggling with after Arthas. She considers herself, "better at friendship" and has also already given up on her desire to have children. I don't think any of this is Kalec's fault but it's the fallout from another failed relationship.