Her face planted into the cold metal as she landed firmly onto the floor of Oribos. The portal from The Maw never came easy to her. Her small frame was often catapulted by its sheer force. The thrust preventing her from landing on her feet and as she looked up, wiping dust from her lip with her tongue, she was unrecognizable.
Kitty had spent what seemed like an eternity in The Maw, the deepest, darkest pits of hell in the underworld. The spiritual realm - while beautiful - still had a dreaded place for its misfits…the worst of the worst of the worst. Her tired and dreary body wanted to continue laying against the coolness of the floor but the fear of being trampled forced her to stand.
She looked around, almost confused, and tried to regain her composure. She was glad to be back into the apparitional city of the dead. It had been months since she’d had contact with family and years since seeing some of her old friends.
Kitty had grown a lot over the years, a necessity for her survival out on her own. She no longer had droves of admirers to protect her nor did she have close comrades to aid her in battle.
She was, for all intents and purposes, alone.
She began scoping out the floating city for a hot meal. Her belly rumbled as if speaking to her to feed it. A shower would be in order as well along with visiting an armorsmith to repair her damaged armor. The Maw had been tough and it showed.
She slung a ruck sack across her shoulder and headed to the Idyllia in search of rest and relaxation. Along the way she didn’t notice a single friendly face. The entire dome was filled with unfamiliar characters, of which most, did not seem friendly.
Upon reaching the Inn she stopped to check her mail. The box which normally overflowed with well wishes from her adoring fans now sat empty except for 2 letters, both from her sister. Kitty took the letters and made her way to a table in a quiet corner. She dropped her ruck sack and took a seat.
With the letters in her lap, she gazed around the room. The smell of food caught her attention as she flagged for a staff member to come over.
“I’s likes yous specials today, please. Just some hots foods and perhaps some teas.” The waiter nodded “I’ll be back momentarily, ma’am”.
Kitty picked up one of the 2 letters and slowly opened it. She was hopeful it wasn’t bad news. Was Kittress ok? Ivankah? Or had the Stabled Mare ascended from her dungeon to wreak havoc on poor souls once more?
She unfolded the parchment to find a short note.
My Dearest Kittylicious,
Should this letter find you, I hope it is with much health and good spirits. You have been sorely missed and I worry for you each day. It is with great sadness that I must inform you that your former love, Bricke, is soon to be wed. Nothing is known about the character of the lady with whom he has chosen to marry but I am certain she would not hold a candle to you. I wanted you to find out from me and hope that you are able to take this news lightly and even offer well wishes for the future couple.With love and Regards,
Kittress.
Kitty sat silently while staring at the wall. Unsure of how to feel or react, she became blank and unanimated. How dare HE choose another over her. It didn’t matter if their brief engagement had been years prior. She felt deserving to always be the top Lady in his life. But now, someone, somehow, had been placed above her. This was unacceptable.
Kitty reached for the 2nd letter. Upon removing it from the wrinkled envelope she folded the page open and held it towards the light.
My Dearest Kittylicious,
It is with deep regret that I must bear solemn news once more. It seems Frinkls is about to become a father. Please reach out to me at your earliest convenience.
Love and Regards,
Kittress.
With her mouth agape, a single lonely tear ran down her cheek. The love of her entire existence had moved on. It was official. It was formal. It was final. He had met someone who could bear unto him something Kitty could never offer - a child.
Without food, without shower, without the life of her soul, she picked up her ruck sack and left the letters on the table as she turned to walk out of the Inn.
Lady Kittylicious of Stormwind, Duchess of Draenor, Ambassador to Ironforge. The party socialite of the realm had been defeated not once, but twice.
It was as if she left everything behind of who she was at that table…and it looked unlikely that her former self could ever return from this level of rejection.
But there was more to this story to come…