Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Thenhewasgoneinaswirlofvioletandgoldrobes.JainaletoutherbreathandlaidherheadonArthas’schest.

           Arthaspattedherbackgently."It’sallright,he’sgonenow."

           "I’msorry.IguessIshouldhavetoldyou."

           Hischestcontracted."Toldmewhat?Jaina—areyouandhe—"

           "No!"sheansweredatonce,gazingupathim."No.But—Ithinkhewantedto.Ijust—he’sagoodman,andapowerfulmage.Andaprince.Buthe’snot..."Hervoicetrailedoff.

           "He’snotwhat?"Thewordscameoutsharperthanhehadintended.KaelwassomanythingsArthaswasn’t.Older,moresophisticated,experienced,powerful,andalmostimpossiblyphysicallyperfect.Hefeltjealousygrowinginsidehiminacold,hardknot.IfKaelhadreappearedatthatmoment,Arthaswasn’tsosurehewouldn’ttakeaswingathim.

           Jainasmiledsoftly,thefurrowinherbrowuncreasing."He’snotyou."

           Theicyknotinsidehimmeltedlikewinterretreatingbeforethewarmthofspring,andhepulledhertohimandkissedheragain.

           Whocaredwhatastuffyelvenprincethoughtanyway?

           Theyearunfoldedlargelywithoutincident.Assummergavewaytoacrispfallandthenwinter,morecomplaintsroseaboutthecostoftendingtotheorccamps,butbothTerenasandArthasexpectedsuch.ArthascontinuedtotrainwithUther.