Arthas's bullshit could only fool little girls and young women; a mature woman would naturally not believe such a ridiculous reason! But Jaina believed it, and she wore a very worried expression. "Then are you alright, Arthas? Should we have a priest take a look at you?"
"There's no need. My sister is a priest, and she came along as well. You can sleep with her tonight, Jaina. We're at war, so when you're needed, you must act. Seeing blood will be very helpful for your growth. I love you, and you will always be my spouse. Are you willing to help me?" Arthas was starting to get up to no good.
"Mm, I love you too, Arthas. How can I help you?Jaina was still a little naive, her still-developing body feeling somewhat petite as he held her like this.
"Kiss me!" Arthas pointed to his own lips, a hint of a wicked smile in his eyes.
"Mm!" Jaina shyly offered a fragrant kiss. This kind of flowery romance made it impossible for her to think straight. She could only comply passively. She didn't know Arthas's plan was to corrupt her bit by bit, to make her fall and grow accustomed to intimacy with him, one step at a time. Starting with kissing, and eventually ending with sleeping together. There was no need to rush the process; taking it slow would ensure she wasn't frightened.
It wasn't just a peck on the lips. Arthas took the initiative, extending his tongue to pry open Jaina's teeth and explore the small, fragrant tongue hiding inside her mouth. He teased the tip of her tongue, then delved deeper, awakening her desire. The two exchanged saliva, their tongues sucking on each other.
Sex and love are inseparable. Sex without love is prostitution; love without sex is for eunuchs. Only when a woman's body and soul have both fallen will she become one's personal plaything and private property.
"Mmph!" The two only separated after five minutes of kissing. Jaina was gasping for air, so breathless she could barely breathe, a mist clouding her eyes.
"Go find Calia and get some rest. I still have some things to handle," Arthas comforted her. He could have forced himself on Jaina if he wanted to, but it was unnecessary. It was far more fitting to properly train her into his personal flesh toilet. "Mm, don't work too hard, or you'll exhaust yourself," Jaina said before running off like a startled rabbit, her staggering steps making her seem a bit unsteady.
After watching Jaina leave, Arthas left the room and went to another cabin, where he found the lady and young miss of the Barov family.
Lady Jandice sat elegantly in the cabin, reading a book. The rocking of the ship didn't disturb her in the slightest, as a faint magical aura, seemingly a kind of balancing spell, spread out from her. Her full red lips and beautiful face curved into a bewitching smile. Her voluptuous body, though draped in a magic robe, could not hide her curvaceous figure. An air of elegance and intellect washed over him.
Beside her was a pretty young girl with a single ponytail, sitting on the floor and meditating with her eyes closed. She was just as stunning as Jaina; her snow-white, jade-like skin and delicate, melon-seed-shaped face were the marks of a future beauty.
"Ahem, I hope I'm not disturbing you," Arthas coughed.
"Of course not, Your Highness. Please, have a seat. I wonder, what arrangements do you have in mind for my daughter and me?" Lady Jandice stood up with a smile and poured him a cup of hot tea, her attitude seeming somewhat solicitous.
Arthas sat down in a chair, his fingers tapping on the tabletop. He picked up the teacup and blew on it.
"I'd like to ask, is this your own idea, or the Barov family's?"
Lady Jandice narrowed her eyes. Was he getting to the core of the matter already?
"Is there a difference?"
"Heh, my lady, let's not beat around the bush. There are many who wish to cooperate with me. Lords from all seven kingdoms want to work with me. Dragons, trolls, goblins, tauren, pandaren—I've met many intelligent races you've never seen. Sometimes, you only realize how insignificant you are when you step off this continent. I saved you some face in front of Archmage Antonidas, which is why I didn't have you leave on the spot. Now, state your purpose. Why would a noble duchess offer to become my subordinate?" Arthas's smile was brilliant. It was all a game.
The head of Dalaran's council had personally come to see him off, so he had to give him at least some face. That was the reason for the previous talk of visiting Dalaran as a guest in the future; he knew Antonidas's intentions weren't merely to escort Jaina.
"Haha, how interesting. Your Highness is even more interesting than I imagined. If my two useless sons were half the man you are, I would be content. I am here representing the Barov family, Your Highness, you can rest assured." Lady Jandice giggled, the two soft mounds on her chest bouncing continuously. It seemed she wasn't wearing a bra.
Arthas merely glanced at them, remaining calm and composed as he drank his tea. He liked women, but it depended on the situation. He wouldn't be so numb or hasty as to show his hand. He was past the age of impulsiveness. Now, with a tall, beautiful green dragon female attending to him in bed every night, his emotions were very stable.
"Is the Barov family in some kind of trouble?" Arthas remained calm, completely unmoved.
"Sir Shangke has appeared in Alterac City." Lady Jandice's expression was grave. This was not pleasant news.
"Oh, that's not surprising. He's no threat to me. In the face of absolute power, all struggles are futile. My lady, just say it directly. What do you want?" Arthas rubbed his head. Why had that old bastard run off over there?
"Sir Shangke has very extensive connections, and there are still quite a few nobles willing to take him in and help him. What Your Highness did to him has created an irreconcilable hatred. We are willing to help Your Highness." Lady Jandice gave a slight bow. If she were standing, one could see a flash of snowy white cleavage from her collar.
"Someone will take care of him. Who wouldn't want to capture a down-and-out old dog to squeeze the last gold coin from him?" Arthas was dismissive. For something like this, all he had to do was spread a rumor that Sir Shangke held the secret to a hidden family treasure, a treasure so vast it could rival a nation, enough to buy a city like Stratholme.