Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Jainawouldbecominginfromherfirespellpractice;outofhabit,shetoldhimwithaslightlyembarrassedgrin,shestilltrainednearthejailareaandthemanypoolsofwater.She’dhavetocrossthroughthisareatogettoherroom.Hisearsstrainedforthesound.Thereitwas—thesoft,swiftpadofherslipperedfeetmovingacrossthefloor.Heturned,takingabookdownandpretendingtolookatit,watchingforheroutofthecornerofhereye.

           Jainawasclad,asusual,intraditionalapprenticerobes.Herhairlookedlikesunshineandherfacewassetinhertypicalexpressionofaconcentratedfurrow,oneofdeepthought,notdispleasure.Shehadn’tevennoticedhim.Quicklyheputthebookawayanddartedoutintothehallwaybeforeshecouldgettoofar,graspingherarmandtuggingherintotheshadows.

           Asever,shewasneverstartledbyhim,andmethimhalfway,clutchingthebookstoherchestwithonearmwhiletheotherwentaroundhisneckastheykissed.

           "Hello,mylady,"hemurmured,kissingherneck,grinningagainstherskin.

           "Hello,myprince,"shemurmuredhappily,sighing.

           "Jaina,"cameavoice,"whyareyou—"

           Theysprangapartguiltily,staringattheintruder.Jainagaspedsoftlyandcolorsprangtoherface."Kael..."

           Theelf’sfacewascarefullycomposed,butangerburnedinhiseyes,andhisjawwasset."Youdroppedabookasyouleft,"hesaid,liftingthetome."Ifollowedyoutoreturnit.