This left Calia speechless, her beautiful eyes blinking.
"But what about Jaina?"
Arthas no longer concealed it, raising his head and proudly declaring, "Who said a prince can only have one wife?"
It seemed there really wasn't a rule, but within The Alliance, humans, dwarves, high elves, gnomes, and other races all practiced monogamy.
Kings who were busy with important matters would never focus their energy on romantic entanglements.
Pfft!
Calia was amused. Although it wasn't entirely appropriate, as his older sister, she couldn't refute her younger brother's request.
Besides, it wasn't too outrageous; marrying a few wives wouldn't hurt.
"It's possible, but then who among your children would become king?"
This was the crucial point. Even if he didn't consider these things now, he had to consider what would happen after his death, right?
"Of course, the most capable child will be king. The useless ones don't deserve to inherit the throne."
"Other children can become lords and go out to conquer territories."
"Sister, are you going to help me?"
Arthas hadn't even considered such things. He was aiming for immortality, so children would be easy to deal with.
Besides, that was still quite distant. First, he'd find a wife!
Calia tilted her head, her beautiful eyes blinking.
"First, you need to convince those ranger-generals. The matters in Quel'Thalas are easy to resolve; just tell father it's to strengthen The Alliance's relations."
"You also need to achieve something notable, so Quel'Thalas values you and deems you worth winning over. Then, Sylvanas' matter won't be an issue."
As the eldest princess, she was all too familiar with the politicking involved.
She was a nun, true, but her insight was sharp, and she understood almost immediately.
Arthas was still thinking of having his sister help him manage his territory and cultivate talents so he could have the opportunity to travel Azeroth and experience its magnificent world.
Therefore, a stable rear base was very necessary. Even an army on campaign knows to establish strongholds and barracks.
The celebratory banquet was held at the Royal Palace, attended by The Alliance ambassadors and various lords from Lordaeron.
Among them were notable figures such as Bridget, the future commander of the Scarlet Crusade, and Grand Marshal Garithos, who was involved in the Blood elf campaign.
Magic lamps on the white marble illuminated the hall as if it were daytime. Servers carrying fine wine and delicacies moved through the crowd, amidst the sparkling jewels of noblewomen and the joyful chatter, creating a quintessential medieval atmosphere.
Arthas received everyone's attention upon his entrance; he was the protagonist of the evening's banquet.
Many young noblewomen were already casting flirtatious glances at him. If a prince favored them, it would be like a sparrow transforming into a phoenix!
Not only would they benefit, but their families would also profit.
Sylvanas was not seen at the banquet, but there were many high elves present; their long ears were truly distinctive.
As a comrade-in-arms, her absence at this time was truly regrettable.
"Good day, Prince Arthas."
The valiant Bridget approached to greet him. Dressed in a medieval lady's gown with light makeup, she perfectly showcased the golden-haired beauty's heroic spirit, making quite an impression.
"Hello, Bridget, how have you been lately?"
Arthas smiled. In his memories, this young woman had spent a lot of time learning combat skills.
In The Alliance, both men and women could serve in the military, and if one had a skill, they could live quite comfortably.
As the heir to the Abbendis family, she naturally couldn't be incapable of fighting.
"Not bad. I heard you even defeated an orc clan chieftain? Those green-skinned brutes must have been tough to deal with, right?"
Bridget laughed heartily, her white teeth adding a refreshing touch.
"It was alright. Later, when we investigate the plague, I'll still need your help."
"Of course. Just say what you need; the Abbendis family will be Lordaeron's most loyal followers."
With that, she placed her right hand on her chest, performing a noble's salute of allegiance.
The King's position was unshakeable; even a grand lord could not challenge it!
Just then, a fragrant breeze wafted by, accompanied by the tapping of high heels on the floor. A woman with long, wavy black hair, wearing a dark evening gown that hung from her delicate collarbone, revealing dazzling, snow-white peaks, approached.
"Good day, Prince Arthas."
Arthas looked at the noblewoman before him with confusion, not recognizing her.
"I am Syna Pretorious, a noble from Stormwind. I have come specifically to thank Prince Arthas for avenging me."
Syna?
His gaze lingered on those snow-white peaks. You'd better be referring to a noun, not a verb!
"Oh? I don't recall which matter you're referring to?"
A suddenly appearing, unknown beauty, there must be a trick here!
Especially the faint pressure emanating from her, though well-concealed, couldn't escape his system panel.
'Sinestra'
My God!
Isn't this the mother of the black dragon princess everyone has been thinking about?
No, that's not right. He remembered this female black dragon was never supposed to have appeared.
Even if the black dragon princess Onyxia appeared before him, he wouldn't be surprised, but the appearance of this dragon Queen was truly peculiar.
He subtly put some distance between them. A beautiful woman was good, but he couldn't afford to enjoy her!
If Deathwing knew his wife had run off with someone, who knew what major incident might occur!
The Lich King enraged again and again?
The Cataclysm, even more cataclysmic?
Pandaren, a mystery within a mystery?
Wait!
A thought flashed through Arthas's mind. He was still struggling to find traces of dragons!
Now that Sinestra had delivered herself to him, wasn't this an excellent excuse?
And as for The Burning Legion, he could even divert the trouble, leading them to Kalimdor!
As for whether the night elves would suffer heavy casualties as a result, what did he care?
It wasn't Lordaeron's territory or its people; he couldn't control them!
He acted on the thought.
Arthas suddenly became extremely enthusiastic, even taking her hand and sitting beside her.
"Please speak, madame."
Bridget felt strange; the prince had been smiling quite wickedly just now!
She shook her head vigorously. Impossible. His Highness was the sun of Lordaeron; how could he be wicked?
As soon as they sat down, a figure quietly entered from outside, her eyes fixed on Sinestra, looking wary.
It was none other than Sylvanas, who had been outside in the breeze and hadn't attended the banquet!
She had sensed a powerful aura appear and, worried that the young prince might be in trouble, had come in to warn him.
It wasn't out of any particular affection, but simply because she had received news that the plague had also appeared near Silvermoon Woods!
The same was true for the forest trolls. This was all very strange.
As a ranger-general protecting her homeland, she had an obligation to investigate the source of these plagues and find a solution.
The prince of Lordaeron was quite good, clear-headed and exceptionally brave. He was an excellent partner for cooperation, and Sylvanas would strongly approve if he became The Alliance's leader!