Артас: Возвышение короля-лича
Chapter 3
ButFathersaiditdidn’tmatter;we’dformalizethebetrothalandonmybirthdayI’dmarryLordPrestor."
Arthas’ssea-greeneyeswidenedincomprehension.SothatwaswhyPrestorwashere....
"Well,"hebeganawkwardly,"he’sverywellconnected,and—Iguesshe’shandsome.Everyonesaysso.Atleasthe’snotsomeoldman."
"Youdon’tunderstand,Arthas.Idon’tcarehowwellconnectedorhandsomeorevenkindheis.It’sthatIdon’thaveanychoiceinthematter.I’m—I’mlikeyourhorse.I’mathing,notaperson.TobegivenawayasFatherseesfit—tosealapoliticalbargain."
"You—youdon’tlovePrestor?"
"Lovehim?"Herblue,bloodshoteyesnarrowedinanger."Ibarelyknowhim!He’snevertakentheslightest...oh,what’stheuse?Iknowthatthisiscommonpracticeamongroyaltyandnobility.Thatwearepawns.ButIjustneverexpectedFather—"
NorhadArthas.He’dhonestlynevergivenmuchthoughttomarriageforhimselforhissister.HewasmuchmoreinterestedintrainingwithMuradinandridingInvincible.ButCaliawasright.Itwascommonamongthenobilitytomakegoodmarriagestoensuretheirpoliticalstatus.
He’djustneverthoughthisfatherwouldsellhisdaughterlike—likeabroodmare.
"Calie,I’mreallysorry,"hesaid,andmeantit.
