A blood elf intellectual that shunned love and all of its "trappings" for the stone cold safety of scholarly pursuits. A battle weary night elf Sentinel tiring from the reasons for killing and looking for relief from a never-ending war.

One in denial over loneliness in her academic ivory tower Horde life, ever dreaming of being loved, of falling in love, yet resigning herself to believe that some dreams do not, must not, come true.

The other seeking something worth fighting for beyond Alliance greed for land, politics, and wealth . . . peace in the World of Azeroth and a true love to share it with.

Their paths would cross by a lilac tree in Dalaran. Would they be able to see the hearts behind enemy faces to allow true love its due course?