Almost everyone present knew Arthas; who in Lordaeron wouldn't recognize His Highness the Prince? Do you still want to make a name for yourself? The privileges of the nobility are great, but don't forget the greatest privilege belongs to the King!
As the sole prince, Arthas has only one unmarried sister above him; it can be said that he is not merely a recipient of countless affections, but rather that he can have essentially whatever he desires.
When they saw the radiant holy light erupting from the prince's body, the glorious rays were so warm, one couldn't help but want to worship. All inner restlessness and desires vanished, leaving only tranquility and serenity.
Arthas floated in mid-air, basking in the sunlight-like holy light, receiving its power. It lasted for more than a minute before concluding, slowly descending from the air. He opened his tightly shut eyes, and a flash of light passed by, making him look even more handsome. At only fourteen years old, he was already close to one meter seventy in height; this was still during his growth period!
"Arthas, are you alright?" A stately and beautiful lady approached with a concerned and anxious expression, wearing a crown symbolizing her status as queen on her smooth and pale forehead. Her exquisite face bore a subtle smile, as if time had left no trace on her delicate visage.
Her long golden hair flowed over her shoulders like wet silk, her gentle eyes like water, a high nose, and a soft mouth, combined with her pristine oval face, formed an incredibly alluring demeanor, especially her nose.
Furthermore, it added a touch of intellectual beauty to her.
The beautiful woman's bosom was generously ample, seemingly about to burst from the sheer size, accentuating her flawless neck, and her bare arms were also glistening in the light, without a hint of flaw. Her court dress tightened at the waist, outlining the graceful curves of her slender torso, while below her waist, it flared dramatically, creating a round and lifted appearance. Two straight and slender legs, beautifully toned yet delicate, would entice anyone to admire them endlessly. Below her elegant form, nearly ten-centimeter-high heels supported this mesmerizing physique.
This is Arthas's mother, Queen Lianne. She hails from the island kingdom of Kul Tiras and is a member of the Ashvane family, one of the Four Great Families. Her sister, Priscilla, is the Lady of Kul Tiras and serves as the trade overseer for the Ashvane family, wielding significant influence. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been favored by the kingdom of Lordaeron and married as queen. Nobles only wed other nobles; commoners are merely lovers, and even then, they may not have sufficient qualifications.
Beside Queen Lianne stands her daughter, Calia Menethil, at a height of one meter sixty-five, with a curvaceous figure. Her oval face features a pair of enchanting phoenix eyes that continuously exude charm, her delicate mouth hiding bright eyes and white teeth. While her chest may not be considered overly ample, it is beautifully rounded and firm, resembling two exquisite treasures gracing either side.
Arthas's elder sister, Calia Menethil!
Arthas shook his head, "I'm fine, Mother, please don't worry; I'm doing well. It is the divine that guides me; I have seen the ancestral kings, and they advised me to be diligent and strive to become a great king like Father."
"Haha! Is that so, my son? My achievements pale in comparison to those of our ancestral kings. Are you sure you're alright?" A hearty laughter rang out as an elderly man wearing a crown approached.
Although his hair was completely white, he still exuded vitality. This was the king of Lordaeron, a man of great ambition and skill in political maneuvering, Terenas!
Arthas didn't harbor much genuine affection for this adoptive father; however, after more than ten years of coexistence, though they may not share a father-son bond, some kinship still existed, and he treated his son quite well. He was neither a saint nor a heartless person.
"Yes, Father. The Holy Light guides me; the ancestral kings are very displeased with those green-skinned orcs from the south; they have defiled our land and slaughtered our people, an unforgivable crime. I wish to participate in the Alliance War; Father is diligently serving the Alliance, and I want to help bear that burden, as it is also a lesson from the ancestral kings."
The atmosphere suddenly grew tense; it is known that military engagements are always perilous. The southern kingdom of Stormwind even saw its king follow his people into a funeral, illustrating that in the face of war, status is meaningless!
Queen Lianne looked at her son with some concern; she couldn't bear for her precious son to go to battle or to face any mishaps. However, no matter how worried she might be, she couldn't stop this; it was a necessary trial for the prince on his path to kingship! Terenas paused for a moment; the human kingdoms had always experienced friction, sometimes even war, before the orcs invaded.
Hearing the news from the south, they had only temporarily united. As the leader of the Alliance, he indeed felt immense pressure. He didn't want his only son to go into battle, but after some thought, he decided to agree, as it would benefit his son. "I agree; you will follow Uther and learn the ways of command, essentially assisting Uther. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Father. I will do my best!" Arthas felt a surge of joy; this was a rare opportunity, for his freedom.
Having control over the army gave him a voice; having subordinates enabled him to realize his plans, develop the economy and trade. With money, he could buy a few elves to enjoy; just thinking of the slender and graceful elven maidens sighing under him made his heart race!"
"Uther, Arthas is now your command, and you can instruct him to do anything." Terenas is not simply letting his son gain experience; there are other kings present as well. What he is doing is assigning responsibility to Arthas—he is there to assist rather than to lead.
Even if there are responsibilities, they cannot be attributed solely to him, and if there are any achievements, he will receive his share. Besides, if he has sent out his own son, how can the other kings have it any easier? Shouldn't there be some sacrifice made?
The kings of the other five nations are shrewd; upon hearing this, they can't help but curse the old fox in secret. On the surface, they have to compliment Arthas for his prospects and praise Terenas for his courage and other nonsense flattery, while feeling quite stifled inside.
"Yes, Your Majesty, your command is my will." Uther, one of the legendary paladins. Stubborn, narrow-minded, yet upright and brave; it's hard to categorize him, but his loyalty is beyond doubt.