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.