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"Oh, whatever happened to that mage who attacked us?" Wrathion and Anduin were walking to the kitchen for breakfast the next day when Wrathion remembered he never asked.
"Well, I wanted to punch him so hard he would meet his ancestors, but Genn talked me out of it," Anduin said, stretching his arms and rubbing his neck. His mark was a little sore, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. "So instead he's going to be locked up for a bit, since he DID attack me and Genn as well, and then he's going to be exiled from the city."
"My, I can't believe soft little Anduin could give such a punishment!" Wrathion said, chuckling.
"He tried to kill you! He's just lucky he didn't." The two of them looked at each other, eyes full of warmth, that they didn't realize they had arrived at the kitchen until they heard a few of the guards start to hoot and holler at them. "What's going on?" Anduin asked.
"Oi, we heard how much fun you were having last night, King Anduin," one of them said with a big smile on his face. "Though next time you might wanna be a little quieter. Genn looks like he got zero sleep because of you."
Anduin buried his face into Wrathion's shoulder. "Wrathion. Please fly me up into the sky and drop me."
Wrathion patted Anduin's back. "There there, my love. We'll just have to buy Genn some ear plugs so he doesn't hear the encore performance tonight." Laughing, he ran away from Anduin, who was redder than a red dragon, who chased after him to kill him.