Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

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           "Sir,youdon’tunderstand.IfIcomebackhe—"

           Heglanceddownatthehandsholdingthetray,atthelonghairdrapedjustso.Arthassteppedforwardandliftedhertrailinghairoutoftheway,frowningatthebrownish-bluefadingmarksonherwristsandthroat.

           "Isee,"hesaid."Comeinside,then."Onceshehadentered,heclosedthedoorandturnedtoher.

           "Stayforaslongasyoufeelcomfortable,thengobacktohim.Inthemeantime,Ican’tpossiblyeatallthis."Hegesturedforhertositandtookachairoppositeher,snaggingasmallpastryandgrinning.

           Tarethablinkedathim.Ittookamomentforhertounderstandwhathewassaying,andthencautiousreliefandgratitudespreadoverherfaceasshepouredthewine.Afteralittlewhile,shebegantorespondtohisquestionswithmorethanafewpolitewords,andtheyspentthenextfewhourstalkingbeforetheyagreeditwastimeforhertoreturn.Asshepickedupthetray,sheturnedtohim.

           "YourHighness—itpleasesmesomuchtoknowthatthemanwhowillbeournextkinghassuchakindheart.Theladyyouchoosetomakeyourqueenwillbeaveryluckywoman."

           Hesmiledandclosedthedoorbehindher,leaningonitforamoment.

           Theladyhewouldchoosetomakehisqueen.