Артас: Возвышение короля-лича
Chapter 8
Wasn’tit?HerecalledhiswordstoCaliayearsago:"Weeachhaveourduties,Iguess.YoutomarrywhomeverFatherwants,andmetomarrywellforthekingdom."
Jainawouldbegoodforthekingdom.Jaina,hethought,wouldbegoodforhim,too.
Sowhydidthethoughtmakehimfeelsouneasy?
TheyhadfreshsnowforthenightbeforeWinterVeil.ArthasstoodlookingoutofalargewindowatLordamereLake,frozenovernow.Thesnowhadbegunfallingatdawn,andhadstoppedaboutanhourago.Theskywasblackvelvet,thestarssmallicydiamondsagainstthesoftdarkness,andmoonlightmadeeverythinglookstill,hushed,andmagical.
Asofthandslippedintohis."Beautiful,isn’tit?"Jainasaidquietly.Arthasnodded,notlookingather."Plentyofammunition."
"What?"
"Ammunition,"Jainarepeated."Forsnowballfights."
Hefinallyturnedtoherandhisbreathcaught.He’dnotbeenpermittedtoseethegownsshe,Calia,andhismotherwouldbewearingtothebanquetandballthisevening,andhewasstunnedbyherbeauty.JainaProudmoorelookedlikeasnowmaiden.Fromshoesthatlookedtobemadeofice,toawhitegowntingedwiththepalestbluetothecircletofsilverthatcaughtthewarmglowofthetorchlight,shewasheartbreakinglylovely.
