Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "

           Arthasstaredstraightahead,stillfuming.Jainatriedagain.

           "Arthas,youshouldn’t—"

           "IamsickofpeopletryingtotellmewhatIshouldandshouldn’tdo!"Thewordsburstfromhim,startlinghimselfasmuchasJaina."What’sgoingonhereisbeyondhorrible,Jaina.Ican’tevenfindwordstodescribeit.AndI’mdoingeverythingIpossiblycan.Ifyou’renotgoingtosupportmydecisionsthenmaybeyoudon’tbelonghere."Heeyedher,hisexpressionsoftening."Youlooksotired,Jaina.Maybe...maybeyoushouldgoback."

           Sheshookherhead,staringstraightahead,notmeetinghisgaze."Youneedmehere.Icanhelp."

           Theangerbledawayfromhim,andhereachedforherhand,closingfingersencasedinmetaloverhersgently."Ishouldn’thavespokentoyoulikethatandI’msorry.I’mgladyou’rehere.I’malwaysgladofyourcompany."Hebentandkissedherhand.Colorcametohercheeksandshesmiledathim,thefurrowinherbrowuncreasing.

           "DearArthas,"shesaidsoftly.Hesqueezedherhandandletitgo.

           Theyrodehardtherestoftheday,notspeakingmuch,andhaltedtomakecampasthesunwasgoingdown.Bothofthemweretoowearytohuntforanyfreshmeat,sotheysimplytookoutsomedriedmeat,apples,andbread.Arthasstaredattheloafinhishand.Fromtheovensofthepalace,bakedwithgraingrownlocally—notfromAndorhal