Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Rosepetals,pinkandwhiteandred,raineddownupontheland’sreturninghero.

           Arthasrememberedthatonce,hehadthoughttoseeJainastandingbeforehimontheirweddingday,thepetalsfallinguponafacelitwithasmile,turneduptokisshim.

           Jaina...

           Movedbytheimage,hecaughtoneoftheredpetalsinaglovedhand.Hethumbeditthoughtfully,andthenfrownedasastainappeared.Itgrewbeforehiseyes,desiccatinganddestroyingthepetal,untilitwasmorebrownthanredinhispalm.Withaquick,dismissivegesture,hetossedthedeadthingawayandcontinued.

           Hepushedopenthehugedoorstothethroneroomheknewsowell,strodeforward,glancedatTerenasbriefly,andthrewhisfatherasmilethatwasmostlyhiddenbythecowl.Arthaskneltinobeisance,Frostmourneheldbeforehim,itstiptouchingthesealcarvedintothestonefloor.

           "Ah,myson.GladIamtoseeyousafelyhome,"Terenassaid,risingsomewhatunsteadily.

           Terenaslookedunwell,Arthasthought.Theincidentsofthelastseveralmonthshadagedthemonarch.Hishairwasgrayernow,hiseyestired.

           Butitwasallgoingtobeallrightnow.

           Younolongerneedtosacrificeforyourpeople.Younolongerneedtobeartheweightofyourcrown.I’vetakencareofeverything.

           Arthasrose,hisarmorclatteringwiththemovement.