It was the very first time that someone was seeing the reality in the picture, seeing it for what it truly was. A cry for help, a young boy that was drowning in loneliness and on the brink of actually leaping off that cliff.
"It was a tragic day, worse than any war I have ever fought." Roland eyed the portrait with anger. His hands went around Sigrid's waist, hugging her in public.
He did not care that there were other people in the hall, visitors at Stormwind. What he needed to feel steady like his legs were on the ground and lately, Sigrid made him feel that way.
The knights surrounded them, keeping the visitors at bay, especially the ones that those crystal cameras in hand and were taking pictures of everything they saw.
