Dalaran has fallen. As well as Quel'Thalas. All of Lordaeron lays in ashes, except for a few small villages. I am now an Undead sorceress, I follow under the Lich King's will, and Ner'Zhul's rule. Prince Arthas has joined the Undead as the Death Knight after taking upon himself Frostmourne's curse and killing his own father.
I never knew my own love would turn on his own kingdom, but I suppose I can't see everything in the future. I have been given a high rank in the Undead kingdom, as did Arthas, for he and I are the rulers, but not as high a rank as the Lich King.
My name, Malfaeria, most respected woman in the whole Undead cult. Arthas and I stood near the Necropolis in our temporary base camp where we were assembling our forces for the attack on the nearby village just down the road.
Tichondrius wandered the camp, ranting on and on about how the acolytes weren't doing their best. Acolytes summoned buildings and mined gold while ghouls harvested lumber. Shades wandered up and down the roads, patrolling in case of any upcoming attacks.
"Arthas! Go up the road and haunt another gold mine! This one's running low!" Tichondrius ordered.
"No one orders me around." Arthas said. I looked up at Arthas' pale face and beautiful bluish-lavendar eyes.
"Arthas, could you please bring me something to drink?" I asked sweetly.
"Yes, my evil love." He replied, kissing my cheek. Tichondrius laughed.
Arthas returned shortly to me with a glass of fine red wine. I smiled, thanking him for the drink.
"What happened to 'no one orders me around' policy, Arthas?" Tichondrius inquired, laughing. Arthas growled. I smiled. It was Arthas' ferocity that I fell in love with.
"Pleasing the woman I love does not count in that area." Arthas retorted, smirking. Tichondrius had no witty comeback for that. "Come, my queen. I've something to show you." Arthas picked me up and carried me outside to the Boneyard where Frost Wyrms were created.
I've always been in favour of them, and I never had the chance to control one, considering they take a hell of a long time to train. Arthas covered my eyes just before he set me down and uncovered them, revealinga Frost Wyrm perched up on a point.
My eyes lit up and a large smile grew. I wanted to jump from excitement. I finally can control a Frost Wyrm!
"Arthas! Thank you so much!" I exclaimed, hugging him and kissing him deeply.
"Anything for my evil beauty." He replied, glad that I was happy.
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