My son... the day you were born, the very forests of Lordaeron whispered the name..."Arthas".
My child, I watched with pride as you grew into a weapon of righteousness.
Remember - our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength.
And I know you will show restraint when exercising your great power
But the truest victory, my son – is stirring the hearts of your people.
I tell you this, for when my days have come to an end – you, shall be King
