That evening, Arthas drank and dined with Varian, recounting how he had faced the Naga's assault. At the end of their conversation, he casually brought up Marlene. After all, Marlene was a noble of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and by all rights, poaching her should be done with some civility.
"Since she is useful to you, and if she is willing, the royal family of Stormwind will not stand in her way. If there is anything I can help with, please don't hesitate to ask," Varian said with utmost sincerity. He already considered Arthas an important partner and ally.
"Not for now, but I will certainly let you know if the need arises. Come, let's have another drink. All we should do now is drink to our hearts' content. Once we become kings, we won't have such fine opportunities. Just handling state affairs will be enough to drive us mad." Arthas's expression was relaxed. Although a flicker of guilt crossed his mind, it vanished in an instant. His initial encounters with Queen Taria were merely to sate his animalistic lust, but as the number of times he fucked her increased, a semblance of affection had begun to form.
At the Alliance command post in Aerie Peak, Lothar stared at the intelligence report in his hand, his brow deeply furrowed. The Horde was too cunning. The opposing commander was continuously splitting his forces, luring them into following his rhythm. What was he trying to do? What was his ultimate goal?
"Alleria, the orcs have split their forces to attack Quel'Thalas. The flames of war have already reached the border. I need to stay here and assist the Wildhammer dwarves in annihilating the orc troops. We can't let them drag us along at their pace." Lothar's decision was sound. They had to eliminate the orcs' effective strength, killing them one by one. This way, the Horde would sooner or later weaken. The current Horde had completely abandoned occupying territory, adopting a strategy of sustaining war with war. As long as they could kill their people, they could chip away at the Horde's power!
"No! I must return to reinforce Quel'Thalas!" Alleria was unmoved. She was a High Elf. With her homeland under attack, she naturally had to go back and aid in its defense, not continue assisting the Alliance here.
"His Majesty Terenas has already dispatched Prince Arthas to handle this matter with full authority. The Prince will set out from Lordaeron and attack by sea, landing at Windrunner Port. You can choose to head north from here to Quel'Thalas, or you can go to Lordaeron and join the Prince to depart together." Lothar did not stop her, nor could he. It was better to do her a favor; she had only come in the first place out of respect for him.
"Once we've wiped out the orcs here, we will march north to support Quel'Thalas."
"Thank you, Commander Lothar. I choose to head north to support my home. Please excuse me. Farewell." Alleria did not want to linger for another moment. She had already witnessed the orcs' brutality—savage, bloodthirsty, and fearless in the face of death. They never took prisoners, only killing them outright. These invaders were demons!
"I'll have Turalyon escort you," Lothar decided, doing her another favor.
"That won't be necessary. We Rangers travel much faster. Let the troops stay here to continue fighting the orcs." Alleria rejected the offer. She found Turalyon disagreeable. In the original story, the two went from mutual dislike to developing feelings for each other during the war and eventually getting together. But now, with Arthas's interference, Alleria's cunt was nearly molded into Arthas's shape. How could she possibly have any interest in Turalyon? A Paladin was no match for a Prince who was also a Paladin. He was a prince! His status alone made him a suitable match.
Turalyon was somewhat disappointed. He had developed quite a liking for Alleria. The brave female elf was courageous, decisive, and possessed a heroic and dashing aura that was incredibly attractive.
That night, in Lordaeron.
Arthas received Edwin, who was followed by his handmaiden, Vanessa. He did many things without hiding them from Vanessa; it was only a matter of time before he devoured this handmaiden. He had also promised her that if she ever became pregnant, their child would be well-cared-for and receive material support. He couldn't marry her for now, but once he became king and possessed formidable power, no one would dare gossip if he were to marry a handmaiden.
"Edwin, what's the headcount?" Arthas was somewhat distracted. Before leaving the Stormwind estate, he had pulled Queen Taria into the lavatory for a quick fuck. Varian was still outside, which made it exceptionally thrilling. Their pleasure escalated rapidly, especially for Queen Taria, who lost count of how many times she had climaxed, with almost no respite. This, in turn, made him unable to hold back, and he shot his thick seed deep inside her body in just ten minutes, emptying himself completely, hoping it would take root and sprout!
"A total of one thousand three hundred and sixty-seven people are willing to follow Your Highness. They are all highly skilled artisans, blacksmiths, and some Rogues," Edwin reported, presenting a ledger. He had even managed the expenditures very well.
"You've done an excellent job. Keep it up. In the future, I will give Vanessa a proper status. I will treat her as I would a wife, rest assured." Arthas gave him a sweet promise, essentially making him his father-in-law.
"Thank you, Your Highness. Thank you, Your Highness." Edwin's greatest fear was his daughter becoming a plaything, but it now seemed she was living well and had not been mistreated. He understood that Arthas's words were meant to make him work even harder—it was an affirmation and reward for his efforts. What could be more secure than latching onto the high branch of the royal family?
"I need you to form an Artisan Guild and a Brotherhood. You can decide on the names. The Artisan Guild will be responsible for construction, not just farmhouses, but also city building and urban planning. In the future, we will also need people to develop new technologies. This is a very important department. You must be unconventional in your use of talent. As long as their loyalty is sufficient, their talents will be meaningful. I have many things to do. You are my confidant and Vanessa's father. I trust you can do this well."
"Yes, Your Highness, I will do my best and not disappoint you!" Edwin felt a surge of excitement. He felt that his talents could finally be realized, rather than him being just a stonemason, an oppressed existence at the bottom of society.
"Vanessa, I need you to learn management from your father. The Brotherhood will be responsible for intelligence gathering, espionage, and assassinations. I need you to take charge of it. Understand its structure and how it operates clearly. In the future, you won't have to handle things personally; you will still be my handmaiden. Espionage work is crucial, and I need someone I can trust to handle it," Arthas also issued a command to his handmaiden.