Probably put me on ignore I’m just going to put this quote down because clearly you haven’t read rise of the lich king and don’t know the lore you are talking about.
Excerpt from chapter 4
I – tell your master thank you, although I am not hungry. And I’m wondering what he’s done with my servants."
“They have been invited to a repast with the other servants,” Taretha explained. She still didn’t look up.
“I see. Well, that’s kind of the lieutenant general; I’m sure the men appreciate it.”
She didn’t move.
“Is there anything else, Taretha?”
The pink in her cheeks deepened, and she lifted her eyes to him. They were calm, resigned. “My lord Blackmoore sent me with this offering of things to tempt you,” she repeated. “Things you might enjoy.”
Understanding burst upon him then. Understanding, and embarrassment, and irritation, and anger. He composed himself with an effort – it was hardly the girl’s fault, indeed, she was the one being ill used.
“Taretha,” he said, “I’ll take the food, with thanks. I need nothing else.”
“Your Highness, I’m afraid he will insist.”
“Tell him I said it’s fine.”
"Sir, you don’t understand. If I come back he – "
He glanced down at the hands holding the tray, at the long hair draped just so. Arthas stepped forward and lifted her trailing hair out of the way, frowning at the brownish-blue fading marks on her wrists and throat.
“I see,” he said. “Come inside, then.” Once she had entered, he closed the door and turned to her.
“Stay for as long as you feel comfortable, then go back to him. In the meantime, I can’t possibly eat all this.” He gestured for her to sit and took a chair opposite her, snagging a small pastry and grinning.
Taretha blinked at him. It took a moment for her to understand what he was saying, and then cautious relief and gratitude spread over her face as she poured the wine. After a little while, she began to respond to his questions with more than a few polite words, and they spent the next few hours talking before they agreed it was time for her to return. As she picked up the tray, she turned to him.
“Your Highness – it pleases me so much to know that the man who will be our next king has such a kind heart. The lady you choose to make your queen will be a very lucky woman.”
He smiled and closed the door behind her, leaning on it for a moment.
The lady he would choose to make his queen. He recalled his conversation with Calia; fortunately for his sister, Terenas had started to have some suspicions about Prestor – nothing that could be proven, but enough for second thoughts.
